I shuffle along the wall of a nearby building, going as fast as I can, luckily the alleyway the exit lead into had two ways, the other side of the street completely empty, a few walkers and bodies scattered around. I don't know whether this is some kind of coma dream, or some kind of hallucination, or if I'm still living, but either way, I'm getting out of savannah, I can see the golden hills from where I'm standing, they look about a mile off but it's the only plan I have.

Still sticking to walls, I limp across the sidewalk, making sure there are no walkers around, I look up, to see where I'm going, realising there's a long dark tunnel full of growls, echoing a demented orchestra.

My legs begin to shake and I lose my grip on the wall, I collapse onto the ground with a bang. In my blurred and shaky vision I see a few figures walking closer and closer to me. "Wha…who are you?" I say, my voice still raspy and weak. Instead of saying anything they limp and stumble closer. "Of course…"

"Alright…legs…don't fuck up now." I whisper out loud, as I jump back to my feet, I fall again, I watch closer as the walkers approach more. I sigh and try again, slowly getting back onto my feet. "One step…" I say, putting my leg in front of the other, I stay shaky, but still stable. "Two steps…" I say putting my other leg parallel with the other, I repeat this a few times, as if I was a toddler trying to learn to walk.

I keep walking, about the same pace as the walkers trying to catch up to me, before I know it I am jogging away and I then begin to run, not as fast as I could, but I'm running, running around the dark tunnel. I snap behind me, the walkers aren't catching up to me, it would take a miracle for them to grab me now. After I'm sure I'm safe I stop into a relaxed walk, my legs still feeling uncomfortable about walking after god knows how long asleep, I soldier on still limping slightly.

I look up in front of me, as I find myself on a slope. It was a small hill the tunnel was built in to, this would by far be my hardest challenge since I woke up. I sigh and slowly lay my hands on the slope, and try and climb up, I fail miserably, stumbling back down. I look behind me, the walkers approaching closer. I growl and grab onto the grass and dirt, and firmly kick my shoes into the earth. I slowly move my arms and legs, to me, the ordeal being equivalent to climbing Everest, before I know it I'm at the top, blocked by a concrete barrier, the top of the hill, above the tunnel, being used as a highway.

I topple myself over the barrier and land on my back, with a sigh I breathe deeply, contemplating how long I was sleeping for to not be able to walk properly. I'm about to get up until I hear a voice, a deep voice, with a thick Texan accent. "I'm tellin' ya'll, she was squealing like a pig, put a spike right through her forehead…" He cackled.

"Oh, that's complete 'shit and you know it, she was about 9 years old and she knocked you on your ass, you were left cryin' like a baby before I put a bullet in er'!" A woman says, again with a thick Texan accent.

I clench my fists and help myself back up to my feet, hiding behind a rusty old broken down car, looking like it had been there for a decade. I hear multiple pairs of footsteps approaching, I count six in total, three pairs.

"Stop…you...you smell that? Smells like complete bullshit…" A third voice says, with a Bostonian accent. The man and the woman laugh while the man with the thick accent just grows angry, grunting and growling.

I, still quite a few meters away, starts to contemplate it, thinking what to do next. I think, their voices sound slurred, possibly slightly drunk, one of them angry, and me quiet and hidden, the element of surprise on my hand.

I shuffle backwards as they approach, accidently stepping on glass, making a quiet cracking noise. "What was that?" The Bostonian says.

I sigh, and jump out at them, socking one of them in the nose and knocking him over, and grabbing a handgun he was loosely holding to his side. I drop down, laying my knee on the fallen man's chest and holding the gun up to his head. "Don't move, you three are going to answer some questions if you want to live." I growl, my voice less raspy now.

"Alright, buddy, nobody needs to get hurt." The man I'm holding hostage says, in his Texan accent. He's a short man, looking so weak, it's as though an infant could get him on his knees.

"Damn right they do, get off my friend, asshole!" The woman says, she looks hideous, her rotten, yellow, teeth could be knocked out with a pillow and her hair looks greasy and messy.

"Shut up, Bianca. Just tell us what you want, man." The Bostonian says.

"What year is it?" I spit, leading to their confusing faces.

"Uh…damn, I dunno, 2013, now I guess?" The Texan man said.

"Okay…and this girl you were talking about, what'd she look like?"

"Uh…she was short, a little chubby, long blonde hair, pale skin." The woman say.

"And you two can agree on this?" I growl, making sure.

"Yeah." The men say together.

"Okay…seen any other kids? Ball cap, dress, and hoodie?" I sigh, with a glimmer of hope in my heart.

"…Nah…wait! This kid, I saw her while I was out taking a leak, I caught her in the woods, with two other guys, woman and a man, looks as though you describe her. I let her go, the two were holding guns up to my head, that's gotta be about 3 weeks ago, now?" The Bostonian says. I can't be sure, but it's all I have to go on.

"Thanks…I'm sorry…" I say, my heart dropping as I move the handgun to the Texan's mouth. "Drop your weapons and kick them over, then kneel on the ground." I say, with a deep sigh. They do as I say, shivering for their friend's life. "I can't take chances, not now, it's too important…" I say, immediately pulling the trigger in the Texans mouth, supressed through the flesh, I snap over to the woman and pull the trigger, landing a bullet, knocking off course into her neck, my aim still shaky, I snap around, the Bostonian attempts to grab his weapon, but I catch him before hand, and shoot a bullet between the eyes.

I get up from the bodies, subconsciously impressed at my still sharp aim, I grab the rifle the woman was holding and sway the strap around my shoulder, and grab the other hand gun the Bostonian was wielding, I put another bullet through the woman's brain before taking off, down the direction they were walking away from, in search of my girl.