I thought I'd take a shot at writing a Walking Dead fanfic…so here goes!
I don't own anything, but I wish I owned Daryl Dixon.
Warnings: Language
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A.K.'S POINT OF VIEW
I stared at the picture of my brother, Rick, when he first became a sheriff. He looked like such a dork with the smile and his police officer garb on.
Ahh, the good ole days; when things were normal and not so fucking psychotic.
Then these zombies came and screwed everything up. They took my parents from me, took my girlfriend from me, and took my older brother away from me.
Tears stung the back of my eyes and trickled down my dirt stained, but I quickly dashed them away.
My only consolation: Rick died in a coma before he had to witness all of this, this disaster and death.
The only things I had left were my three dogs, which I picked up along the way.
Shasta, my year old Siberian husky, was my most recent collectable. We found him hiding under a dumpster with a walker snapping at his tail. Quickly disposing the undead flesh addict, I managed to coerce the scared pup out from under his safe haven. Cleaning him up in a creek, I brought him back to my Hummer and laid him down in the back seat with my other two friends-I mean dogs. Shasta is good at sneaking about walkers and retrieving anything I point at. He is the stealthiest of the three pups I have.
My German Shepard, Zepplin, I found huddled in the corner of an alley with a broken paw and a torn ear, which looked to be from a dog fight a while back. Walkers were after me, but when I see an innocent puppy looking up at me with huge brown eyes, I don't turn away from it. I swept him up in my dirty forest green bag which held my ammo and Bowie knife, and scaled up the chain link fence, then hauled ass to my Land Rover Defender, which is what I was driving at the time. I nursed him back to health and within a few weeks, he was up and about chasing squirrels, getting struck by porcupines, and sprayed by skunks. He's my go-to dog when we all need something to eat. He's especially good at catching squirrels and fish. He's about a year and a half old by now.
Now we come to my Golden Retriever, who I've had for a year. He is older than Zepplin by a half a year and older than Shasta by a full year, making him two years old. I got him from a breeder a month before shit hit the fan. His name is Winchester and he if the most amazing dog in the world! I remember the first time I was on my own in the world and a huge group of zombies came out of nowhere. I panicked and climbed into a tree and then bawled my eyes out. It didn't occur to me that I had left Winchester down there until I saw him creep up behind the herd of walkers huddled around the tree I scurried up and let out a long howl and barked at them. The only thoughts racing through my head was "get out of here you stupid dog!" and "Winchester if you leave me I will kill you so hard!" did they make sense? No! You want to know why? Because when someone has brain diseased bastards with a serious case of the munchies under you snapping their teeth at your ankles, you don't really care if shit makes sense or not! All I remember is Winchester running as fast as he could with ten or so walkers on his heels leading all of them away from me. After staying up in the tree for at least a half an hour, I shakily got down and dropped to my knees, weeping over the thoughts of my poor doggy dying for me. Dragging myself back to camp, I laid down on his makeshift dog bed in the back of my black Ford Explorer (can you tell that I've changed cars a lot?) and drifted off into a nightmare filled dream, not even bothering to close the door; at that point, let the walkers take me. I woke the next morning to a warm, fuzzy being next to me licking my face. Winchester! I remember hugging him and kissing him and smothering him with my body until he whimpered because he couldn't breathe. My amazingly amazing dog had lead the walkers away, scattered them, and then ran back to his master: me! I know that if people ever heard this story, they wouldn't believe it, but I know it was true! I was there. And I lived it. This dog saved my life.
Shasta yipped impatiently and let out a low growl.
Shaking my head, I looked up from the picture of my long dead family, and quit my reminiscing.
Three walkers were limping over to the passenger window where Shasta sat with his teeth bared and fur raised. He growled at them lowly, knowing that if he barked, he would be in trouble with me for making too much noise. Good boy.
Turning the key, I started the shiny black Hummer I had kept since finding Shasta, and drove off.
We needed more food, water, medicine, clothes, and I was thinking about getting all the dogs supplies too. Like collars, leashes, toys because they always want me to play with them when I'm sleeping, and maybe even dog clothes. It's getting colder here and if my dogs get sick…I just can't afford that right now.
I drove non-stop for another two to three hours before noticing a shopping center with a Vons and a Petco…and a gas station!
"Smell any walker, Zepplin?" I asked. He didn't seem to care about anything else except getting out of the car and running around.
Making sure that no walkers were mingling around, I opened the door and stepped out; Winchester hopping out first, then Shasta, and then Zepplin kind of…fell out.
Aye, this dog!
Making going into Petco a quick mission, I managed to get new collars for the dogs, a few bags of dog food, new leashes, and new choke-chains and camping chains. Dog clothes would have to wait.
Passing by the dog hotel, I saw a walker, a girl with blonde hair, struggling to get into a locked cage with a dead Beagle in it. I had to look away and hurry out of there.
After piling the supplies into the trunk and then walking to Vons, I grabbed a shopping cart and just starting piling nonperishable foods into the cart. Turning onto the water isle, I hear a familiar moaning and shuffling, and looked down at Winchester, Shasta, and Zepplin, who looked back up at me. I did a "slitting your throat" motion with my hand and they slouched and sat down sadly.
I removed my gun from the same forest green bag I had when I found Zep, and turned the corner sharply, shooting the walker in the head.
That was easy enough.
We walked out of the store with enough food to last me another month, enough water for…well water goes fast, a bunch of shampoo, conditioner, and soap to last me a while, and even toilet paper.
Okay, so what if I'm a 15 year old guy with hair that goes down to the middle of his back? In Walker-World, I have no one to impress! No one to cut my hair! And no one to even tell me to cut it!
So who cares?
And, yes, I am 15 and I drive. I mean… do or die out here…and I'm in no danger of being arrested,
Filling up on gas and taking two of those bottles of gasoline I managed to stuff in the back of my very crowded car, we jumped into the car and began driving to the next secluded place I deemed safe to make camp for the night.
The necessities filled the trunk to the brim it felt like. I need to start thinking about my next car. Maybe a truck? I could probably find a trailer in someone's driveway or find a trailer in a trailer park and then it could be called home sweet home.
I drove for a solid four hours until I just couldn't keep my eyes open, and then pulled into a parking lot of a Motel 6. If I can't sleep in the motel, then I guess I'll sleep outside of it.
Before I dozed off, I packed a huge hiking backpack with food, water, ammo, a few knives, a flashlight, batteries, matches, and the choke-chains and camping chains.
Call me paranoid, but I always keep a bag like that filled with provisions so that if anything happens and I have to ditch the Hummer, I still have the supplies I need to survive.
In addition to that, I have my dogs on a leash made for walking two dogs (I just added a third chain for Shasta) that I hook on my belt so that I don't lose them.
It reminds me of Lilo from Lilo and Stitch: Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten.
These three dogs were my family, and I wasn't about to lose them.
I reclined the driver's seat and watched as Zepplin curled up behind the passenger seat, Winchester rubbed himself into the passenger seat and then went limp resulting in him sleeping in a heap, and then Shasta nestled down under the little bridge I made with my reclined seat and the seat behind me, and then proceeded to flip onto his back and begin snoring.
"You three are so weird!" I laughed and rolled onto my stomach and pressing my face into the leather seat, "But I love you. Good night guys."
WALKING DEAD-WALKING DEAD-WALKING DEAD-
Morning came too soon for me.
I yawned and rolled onto my back, ignoring the cracking I heard and felt.
Zeppelin whined and put the pad of his paw on the window.
"Wanna go you boys?" they all wagged their tails, "Yeah, I have to pee, too. And eat!"
The four of us hobbled out of the Hummer and stretched. Shasta and Chester immediately began to play-wrestle with each other while Zepplin rolled around the asphalt and sneezed.
I took care of personal business and then opened the trunk, grabbed their bowls and scooped food into them, and then grabbed a couple of granola bars and a bottle of water. After drinking a little less than half, I threw it into the back seat and grabbed a few more bottles to pour into the now empty dog bowls.
Once they finished eating, Shasta jumped into the back and grabbed a ball.
"You wanna play?" I asked and threw the ball into the air and caught it again.
I threw the ball, making sure it was within 20 feet, and watched as they fought over who got to bring it back to me.
Playing fetch lasted for about ten minutes.
The next time I threw the slobbery ball, they raced after it, and in the midst of snapping at each other trying to fight for possession of, they rolled it farther away. And it hit someone's bloodied, torn up foot.
Walkers!
I jumped up and slammed the trunk shut and whistled for my dogs.
"Shasta! Zep! Winchester! Come on!" I opened one of the back doors and they all jumped into action. Only, not the actions I wanted.
Zepplin growled and started foaming at the mouth. Chester barked and circled the walker. Shasta…Shasta tried to get the ball!
"Shasta, no!" I screamed in my "alpha" voice.
The walker snarled and reached for Shasta, but I moved without thinking and raced forward, kicking the walker down. It landed with a nasty sounding thud.
Suddenly, more walkers turned around the corner from behind me.
Winchester went to do his famous "Lead the Walkers Away!" trick, but I grabbed his collar and dragged him to the car.
Walkers closed in on either side, and I had just enough time to grab my faithful hiking bag and my forest green book bag, and most importantly, my picture of Rick.
"Run!" I ordered the dogs, and we did just that.
We ran. And ran. And ran. And ran.
We ran until we were gasping for air, but even then we ran.
We ran until I swear I felt the rocky asphalt below my through the soles of my leather boots.
We ran until there was a trail of blood from my poor dogs' paws.
We ran until I had tripped and fallen and rolled down a hill.
Shasta wasted no time contemplating over whether or not to follow me; he just jumped and slid down the hill.
Zepplin and Winchester followed suit.
The walkers looked down the hill and one daring man-walker took a step and slid down right next to my worn body.
It snapped at me and went to grab me but Zep jumped on its back, Shasta leapt on its arm, and Chester nipped my ear and pulled it as if saying "Come on!"
I couldn't though.
I tried to run, but I fell again, and again, and again.
We ran for another five minutes before we hit a train track.
Zeppelin ran ahead and Shasta nudged me to follow, which I did.
I ran the train track until I found the most glorious, most amazing, most magnificent thing in the world.
A prison!
Yeah that sounds a little weird, but it was what I saw in the prison that made me slide down a pebbly mound.
It was what was it in that made me wade through icy water.
It was what was in it that made me sprint with a newfound joy to the chain linked fence.
It was a family.
"Help! Help! Please!" I shook the fence.
A rugged man with a crossbow looked up at me and his blue eyes widened.
"Who are you!" he snapped pointed his crossbow at me.
Zepplin growled and stood in front of me.
"Easy boy." I murmured.
"Listen, there are walkers after me. I just ran for miles and miles and I seriously need somewhere to stay. Somewhere where I won't get torn to pieces! Please let me in!" I pleaded.
"We don't let outsiders in." he said simply.
"Oh, dude, please! Do I look that intimidating? I'm probably the skinniest guy you've ever seen right?! Let me in!" I cried feeling tears drip down my face.
"No."
I didn't have to even turn around to know that walkers were headed towards me.
"Then take my dogs…" I whispered hoarsely. "Don't let get hurt…"
He thought about it.
"Deal. Back away from the fence. You try anything, and I'll shoot the dogs." He growled.
I helped him drag my reluctant pups into the opening in the fence that he started threading a cable through.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my picture of Rick.
"Sorry, Rick. I wanted to stay alive…I wanted to fight my way through this like I know you would've. I love you, big brother…" I cried.
Just then, the man gasped and grabbed my arm, dragging me into safety.
Stunned, I sat back and watched him weave the dull red cord through the enclosure.
Walkers slammed their bodies into the fence and made grabs at us.
"Well whatcha sitting there for? Get up!" and he gripped my arm and dragged me through another opening which led to a huge open grassy area.
Pulling me over to a watch tower, he pushed me face first into the bricks and tied my hands behind my back and then another rope around my neck. He secured me to the fence and said, "I'll beat your scrawny ass if you try anything, ya hear, boy! I'm going to get the others."
"Okay…" I whispered.
He began to walk away.
"Wait!" I yelled. After hearing him stop I stuttered out, "Thank you for not letting me die…"
He snorted and walked away, "I shoulda left ya."
Gee thanks.
I swear I waited for at least an hour.
Shasta was sleeping, Zepplin was scratching his ear, and Winchester was eating grass…all bored.
"There he is." The same guy from earlier said.
I heard gasps and then a few girls squealed and raced forward.
"Daryl! He's not an animal!" an older lady with extremely short hair snapped at 'Daryl'.
"Maggie cut the ropes!" a younger voice exclaimed and 'Maggie' cut me free.
"Oh cool, look at the dogs!" a younger boy said.
I gasped, that younger boy looked like…Carl!
"Carl?" I asked. He jumped back with an uncertain look in his eyes.
"How do you know my name?"
"Well, I mean-." He wouldn't know me. Hell, I wouldn't know him if it hadn't been for pictures.
"Daryl, why did you say you saved him?" Maggie asked.
"Because the whelp started crying and apologizing to his, I'm assuming, dead brother about how he tried to stay alive for him."
"That doesn't explain why you saved him." The older short haired lady said.
"Well he said his brother's name was Rick." Daryl said, pulling out my picture.
"Hey that's mine!" I jumped for it, but he pulled it out of reach.
Damn my inability to get taller!
An old man in crutches came up from behind Daryl and said, "That's Rick!"
"Yeah, I know! That's why I brought him here. I think this pup might be Rick's baby brother." Daryl grouched.
"Hey, hey, they're the pups! Not me!" I pointed at my dogs that sat obediently at my side.
"Fine. Then you're a cub." Daryl smirked.
"Where's Rick now?" a young blonde girl asked as she cradled a baby in her skinny arms.
"With Glenn," Maggie said, "I think they were going to get more food and water from the cafeteria."
"Wait, Rick's here?" I asked, "Nuh uh, not possible! He died in a coma!"
Something wasn't right here.
Rick was dead! Not with "Glenn" getting food and water!
I must be hearing things! And…seeing things!
That isn't Rick walking up to us with an Asian guy.
That isn't Rick asking what's going on.
Huh, I wish I knew what was going on.
This tunnel vision needs to go away!
No, that's not Rick staring at me in disbelief.
I swear I didn't just faint!
"A.K.? My…baby brother?"
Holy crap I had fun writing that!
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