A tale of two survivors

Chapter 1- No where's safe.

I was down to my last four bullets. Now three. What could I do? From every direction the dead beasts were closing in on me, I could hear their muffled, sickening groans from their open mouths, ready to feast on any survivors that crossed their paths. Trees were the only things around me that looked alive, no animals, no flowers and definitely no people. The sounds were now getting closer, I collapsed on the floor against a tree and shielded my face. If they were going to eat me alive, I didn't want their mouths feasting on mine. One of the dead beasts grabbed my arm, I tried to shake him off but he was too strong, my legs stretched out trying to trip him up with my feet, but I wasn't getting anywhere. After struggling for a few seconds I remembered my hand gun that was strapped to my belt. I fired a round off towards his head. Damn it. Missed. Two more bullets followed with one hitting him right between the eyes. A quick smile of relief flashed across my face from knowing that I had escaped that beast, but it was quickly brushed off after remembering that there were still a load of them out there, and I now had no bullets left. This is it, this is the end, how I die. I knew that I couldn't survive this whole thing, but at the same time I never imagined that it would be today that my life would end. I always figured that I'd grow up, get married, have children- I wanted three, I wasn't really fussed about gender as long as I had one of each, but how was this to happen now? I felt my eyes closing, was I dead yet? How could I be? They hadn't got me yet.. had they? Either way my mind was shutting out the outside world, I took one last look at the beautiful surrounding forest before closing my eyes for the last time.

My body came around before my eyes opened, I felt like I was in a coma, Or was this being dead? Possibly.

I heard sounds, oh shit! They're here! I'm led here, I can't open my eyes, I can't move, I can't even scream for help and they're going to get me again! I was shaking now, a million thoughts rushing through my head. I felt two large hands grab my shoulders, Oh god. It's going to be a fat one that gets me isn't it? The bastards. When will this all end? I was shaking even more now, but I realised that this was because the hands on my shoulders were shaking me. Slowly but surely, my eyes opened to reveal a tall, very mysterious looking man, with brown hair hovering over me, I attempting to scream but not much more than a muffled squeak came out.

"Oh good, she's awake." Came a voice from another man standing just behind the first one but nearer to the door.

This man was different, he had a lot smaller arms than the first one, the one who woke me obviously liked to work out a bit, I don't particularly wannna get on the wrong side of him any time soon. I also couldn't help but notice that the one who spoke had a sheriff's hat and badge on, I thought that police didn't matter now that the world had gone to shit.

"What's yer name kid?" The man who had been shaking me finally spoke up. I thought about the way he spoke, he obviously hadn't been well educated as a child, or at all for that matter. To be honest he looked like he belonged to a gang, Oh god, Was I taken hostage by a rough gang that's gonna torture me then kill me if I don't give them answers?

"I.. er.. I-I" I couldn't manage much more than that.

"It's okay, you need to rest." The man with the sheriff's hat said, giving me a friendly smile before continuing. "My name's Rick, and this here is Daryl, he's the one that rescued you after hearing gun shots and screams."

Screams? I don't remember screaming. But then I don't remember a lot, and right now, thinking is making my head hurt. I shot a smile in Rick's direction before raising my hand up to the back of my head, my smile faded after feeling the sticky mess on my scalp and holding my hand up to my face to reveal a warm, red liquid dripping down onto the bed that I was laying on.

"Shit! She's bleeding!" Came Daryl's voice, or was it Darren? I couldn't remember.. Fuck that's not important right now. "Rick, I need you to run to cell block A to get the medical kit, I'll stay here and look after the girl."

"I'll be as fast as I can, Daryl." Ah, so it was Daryl

Wait, cell block A? Was I in a police station or something? I looked around the room. It didn't exactly look like a police station- Even they look more inviting than this room, it was dark with no windows and a heavy looking metal door. So where was I? I had so many questions with very few answers.

I watched the man with the police hat run out of the room before turning to face Daryl.

"You'll be alright kid, just hang on in there, Rick'll be 'ere before you know."

Daryl had a warm smile, and I was drawn to his beautiful blue eyes. I adjusted my positioning before opening my mouth to speak.

"My.. my name i-is Eloise." It hurt to speak but I guess it was better to introduce myself than just lay there in silence.

"Ah so you do got a voice, thought one of 'em walkers took it from you or summut." Daryl laughed awkwardly to himself before checking the doorway for Rick. I shot him a stern look before softening it to a smile, at least he was trying to make me feel a bit better, even if the joke wasn't at all funny.

Both of our heads swung round to the door as the loud and swift sound of footsteps sounded through the corridor, moment later we were greeted once again by Rick.

"Okay, let me see this cut." Rick walked over to the bed, carrying a large box, which I assumed was a medical kit, in his hand.

I sat up using every bit of energy I had in my body so that Rick could take a look at my head.

"Well the good thing is, you weren't bit and it's just a cut." A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

"However-"

Oh god, I don't like the sound of this 'however', maybe I've lost too much blood and they're going to have to kill me anyway.

"It looks like you're gonna need stitches for that wound." Rick looked at me sympathetically before turning to Daryl. "What do you reckon?"

I closed my eyes again, half expecting it to block out the sound of Daryl's answer. Were they really going to stitch up my head? I wondered how on earth they would know how to.

"It don't look good." Was all Daryl replied.

A tear escaped my eyes and both of them noticed. Daryl squeezed my hand. I flinched. But he made it better by saying "Don't worry kid, we won't let no one hurt you."

I nodded slowly before reclosing my eyes and awaiting the excruciating pain that was about to flow through me.

Just as I suspected, the pain was almost unbearable, I squeezed Daryl's hand so hard and let the tears roll down my cheeks until Rick stood back from the bed and analysed my stitches before telling me it was over. I fell asleep after that.

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Hey this is my first piece that I've done, so let me know what you think! :)