Walking dead

I trudged though the damned woods. I was so tired I just wanted to fall down and sleep. I could barely stay standing. I had barely escaped Atlanta. Luckily I dodnt get bit. They didn't even touch me. However I had punched through a glass window and shredded my arm, probably dislocated my other shoulder and to top it off, fallen down at least two flights of concrete stairs. Probably broke a few ribs. I was out of amo, out of food and out of water. God please help me!

The moon was raising higher in the sky. It was almost midnight. My stomach growled. I can't even remember the last time I ate. My vision was going fuzzy. My arm was driping blood and my legs screamed in protest. Keep walking. Just keep walking.

God, please help me!

Some one please help me!

A root decided to reach up and trip me. I landed on my face and sat there screaming profanities. I lied there and breathed. I was so tired. I heard something or someone walking through the woods. I didn't care if I died or not. I was done. Besides, what did I have to keep me going?

MArrie Anne. I heard the name ringing in my ears. The name of my baby sister. I had to find her, make sure she was ok. I sure as hell could not do that dead, or worse. Mustering up as much energy and strength I had left and stumbled into a sprint. I ran through the woods, running no where in particular, just away. I heard the thing or person start running as well. I ran, my blood trying to pump faster and my vision going hazy. I didn't even realize I had fallen off a cliff until I was…well falling.

A scream erupted from me in shock as I plummeted towards a lake. It was deep enough that it didn't kill me yet but I gasped in shock and my body twitched. I feel myself float down and sink deeper, the quiet and peace of being in water calming me. Then the need for oxyegen sent a painful amount of adrenaline through me. I struggled to go up but I didn't. I watched as my blood tainted the water, illuminated by the beautiful full moon. I struggled and fought and as my lungs were screaming my body tried to get air. I coughed and water flooded my lungs, I coughed more. I was drowning. It was a horrible feeling.

Apparantly my efforts were not in vain as I suddenly felt my finger tips break the surface but for some reason I could not get any farther. My vision darkened and my body was shutting down. I could feel myself slipping and I closed my eyes, not being able to see anymore. And I just started to sink back to my watery grave.

I don't know how long I had been under but it felt like an eternity.

I felt something wrap around my arm and something else around my hand. I felt as if I was being pulled upward. Maybe I was going to heaven. No, I don't think its supposed to feel like you are lying on wood in heaven. I could be wrong.

I opened my eyes to see blurs and I heard men's voices shouting and a woman, maybe two.

I slipped into darkness for a few minutes but came back. This time I felt pressure being added to my chest and air being force painfully into my lungs when the pound on my chest was not happening. I still heard people yelling.

I felt a hand strike me on the face, kind of like when you try to wake someone up. I couldn't breathe. I felt more pressure on my chest then more air. It hurt so bad.

And I slipped back into darkness, seeing the moon shine brightly.

I came back as I felt some one patting my face and pressure on my chest. I heard someone, it sounded as if they were muttering motivationaly. As I felt more air forced into my lungs I felt a searing pain in my chest, m lungs and my throat as water came gurgling out of my mouth as I tried to speak or breathe. More water kept trying to escape. To try and get the water out I tried to get on my side and roll over. I was too week but felt steady hands help me. I coughed and hacked up all the water, finally making it on my hands and knees. I coughed everything up and eventually started thowing up everything I didn't have in my stomach. Acid burned my throat as I gasped for air.

Completely exhausted, I collapsed on the ground, making sure to keep my face away from the vomit. I saw people coming for me and two kneeling infront of me. I heard the trying to talk to me. I couldn't understand them. I tried to tell them to just leave me be but I doubt they could understand me.

With one long exhaling breathe I breathed out one word before falling into a darkness of exhaustion this time, not death. I was so tired and I just lie there, breathing, thanking God for this miracle and breathing in the sweet air.

"Tired."

I heard voices, muffled by a wall. Some were demanding, some were trying to get people calm, one was pissed. There was an argument. Something about a brother?

I fell back asleep.

I woke up again, still groggy nd looked around. I was in some RV. And I was in a bed. Where the hell was i?!

I lept out of the bed and wobbled. Icoughed a bit and fought to stand and move forward, to the door. I wanted answers. And who the hell dressed me? Where were my clothes?! I ws wearing baggy guy sweatpants and a ripped shirt. The sleeves had been ripped off. I had no shoes or socks. Where the hell was my gun.

I stumbled out the door furious!

I looked around to the people who were doing odd things. Laundry, cooking, relaxing. It looked like a camp ground. I glared at them all. I did not want to be involved with people again. Wel maybe I did, but I was still full of adrenaline, desperation and anger, so when a man with thick curly hair placed a hand on my shoulder I turned, swung and punched him square in the face. I tried to bck away fom him, ready for a fight and he just looked at me with indignation. He took a step orward and I stepped back, fist raised.

Someone came up behind me and pinned my arms to my sides and lifted me off the ground. I screamed at the person to let go and tried to kick them. They put a hand over my mouth to try and silence my cursing. I bit down hard.

They kept there hand there and I kept kicking and bitting. I heard their voice in my ear. Its southern drawl clear. "Clam down, please. We aint gonna hurt you. We jsu need you to stop screaming and you need to not attack my friend." I stilled.

"If I remove my hand, will you be quiet?" I nodded. He removed his hand. "He's your frined now, give it a few weeks, you will be wishin' you let me beat his sorry ass." I said as I wiggled out of his grip. I turned to se another man with slightly curly blondish brown hair. I glared.

"Let's start on a new page. My name is Rick. And yours?" I opened my mouth to come at him with some snarky remark but instead I bent over and vomited. I threw up everything I didn't have again. It hurt so bad, vomiting nothing. I needed water and a bit of food. I was dehydrated and starved. I could probably count my ribs. If I didn't get water soon, I was going to slip into a coma and die. Aint no body got time for that!

I felt a hand on my back. It was Rick. I may not like people right now, but Rick is fine by me. I can tell he is ok. He has a sherrif outfit on. And he is tryin to treat me with respect even after I attacked his friend.

"Dakota. Nice to meet you." I say as I stand back up. "Nice to meet you. Now, I know you are probably scared. I promise you, you are safe. Can you trust me on this?" I nod and vomit again.

"c'mon man please stop puking." Some Asian kid complained.

"How about you and I switch places and then you can complain you piece of shit." I bit at him. I heard some one chuckle. Rick pulled me to the fire pit and and sat me in a chair and a bottle of water in my hands. "sip slowly now."

"I now how to drink dumbass." I bite at him. Then I realized I should not be yelling at him. I shigh and apologize. He gives me a small smile, pats me on the shoulder and walks away.

He walked over to his friend and I over heard a discussion about getting someone back from the city. Losers, if he was there, he is dead now. Not a chance.

Next chapter soon! The beating and meeting daryl.