Note: I've been sitting on this story for a while and even though it's not finished and I have to study this week, I wanted to post it...I've taken it in one direction already but depending on what you all think, it might go somewhere completely different...so let me know what you think...Enjoy!

I was stalking through the minor clump of trees, careful of each step and sound I made. I had strapped my backpack down so it wouldn't jostle too much if I needed to run and my main weapon was at my side. In one hand, I held a KA-BAR Bowie knife and a KA-BAR Kukri machete. What can I say? My father was a fan of the company and loved their products.

One foot in front of the other, my boots barely made any sound. I could see some structure in front of me through the trees and I hoped I could get there, hide and rest for a bit. Having to hide from the walkers was tough, more so since I'm the last of my little group. I came to the edge of the trees and crouched down to scope out the area.

The structure I found was a prison with walkers pawing at the fences. I pulled a small pair of binoculars from a side pocket of my pants and used it to see inside the prison. I could see people walking around with weapons as they took out the walkers inside the courtyard.

"If they're taking the prison, I doubt I'll be able to stroll right in and ask for a breather," I muttered.

Stuffing the binoculars away, I picked up the machete and walked parallel to the prison but keeping just inside of the trees. I heard shuffling of feet behind me so I swung quick and hard. The head slopped off and landed on the grass. My knife imbedded itself in the next skull of the walker but as I pulled it out, I took a quick count. There were at least 15 walkers now approaching.

"Fuck it. You want me? Come and get me," I shouted.

I backed out of the trees and took out the walkers that were closest to me. I flipped the Bowie knife so I held the blade in my fingers for a brief moment before I threw it into another skull. I kept backing up and lobbed the machete.

"Come and get me you motherfuckers. If I had known I'd be hunting you when I was a kid, I would have done better."

Only way I would have gotten better was to go pro but the competitions I had won showed that I was great at what I knew. I lifted up my main weapon and took aim. The first bolt struck right through an eye socket and the one following took out another's forehead. I set the last bolt I had immediate access to and took aim. After I pulled the trigger, I would have to use the gun hanging under my arm.

"Y'all can go to hell!" I screamed as I set the bolt loose.

Letting the bow go so it would fall to my side because of the strap, I reached for my gun and slipped off the safety. I was nearing the end of the clip but I would take out as many as I could before I would have to go hand to hand.

"Need a hand?"

I didn't bother to even acknowledge the human who talked to me but focused on the staggering undead in front of me. More shots were let out than just my own and soon the small group of walkers were clear. Still ignoring those who helped me, I jogged to grab my knife, machete, and the bolts. I pulled them free from the skulls and wiped the brain matter on someone's shirt.

"Thanks for that," I said as I finally looked up.

There was a group of five, 4 men and 1 woman, who stood on the other side of the fence. Scanning each quickly, my eyes finally took in the last man on the edge. The way he stood and held the butt of his bow against his hip was familiar.

"How's it going, Dix?" I smirked as I holstered my gun.