It was my sixth or seventh day out in the woods a few miles from the city. I hadn't seen but a few of those zombies walking around. Each time I managed to hide in the back of my car and stay unnoticed until they passed me by. Today I wasn't so lucky.
I was outside of the car enjoying the feel of the cool breeze as it danced across my skin. It was rare that I ventured out of the car, but I hadn't seen anything in a day or so, so I thought I would take the chance.
I heard the snarl before I opened my eyes. They snapped open in the direction of the noise. My eyes widened. This couldn't be happening.
Stumbling towards me from the tree line were four zombies that I could see. I reached down slowly to grab the rifle that leaned against the HHR. It fell over and hit the dirt with a thud. If the zombies didn't know that I was there before, they sure did now. They all turned there vacant gaze towards me. "Shit" I murmured as I grabbed the gun and aimed it at one the dead's heads.
I had seen movies. I wasn't stupid. I knew that you had to kill zombies by shooting them in the head. I just wondered if I could do it. It wasn't that I didn't think that I could hit my mark, it was just that I never thought that my mark would be an actual human being. The thought of shooting another person in the head made me sick, even if it was already dead.
I took a deep breath, aimed, and squeezed the trigger. I watched as the bullet sailed right past the zombie that I had aimed at. My heart sank.
"Get over it Anna" I coached myself out loud. "It's you or them."
I took a deep breath and pointed my gun back at the advancing group. They were getting closer. I was getting worried that I was in too deep.
My next shot rang out, hitting the zombie right between the eyes. "Woo Hoo!" I praised myself as I took aim at the next one, bringing it down just as I had the one before.
At that moment I was so glad that I had grown up learning how to shoot. I brought the third one down as they were about twenty yards away. I had to hurry up and bring the last one down before he got too close.
Of course that was when my gun jammed.
The fourth one, who looked like a redheaded girl close to my age started moving faster. I started to panic as I tried to unjam the rifle in my hands. I was having no luck as she advanced on me.
The zombie girl was about three yards from me when she suddenly fell, an arrow had made its way through the center of her head. I stared in shock. Someone had saved me.
I looked around for my savior. I saw nothing at first. I thought maybe I was going crazy, but then a man slowly made his way through the tree line. He was caring a large crossbow over his shoulder. He looked to be around thirty, but I couldn't tell, he was too far away and seemed to be kind of dirty.
The man said nothing as he continued to make his way to me. I didn't know if I should stay around, or get in my car and go. I didn't know this man. He could have saved me so he could do something much worse to me.
I shifted back in forth on my feet as I nervously made my decision to stay. I watched the man as he closed the distance between us. As he came closer I could see that he had a dirty brown hair color, and the brightest blue eyes that I had ever seen. He paused for a moment to pull his arrow out of the zombies head, then continued to me. My breath caught as he came to a stop in front of me.
The man stared at me for a moment before speaking.
"You alone out here?" he asked in a thick southern boy drawl that would curl any girls' toes.
I hesitantly nodded.
He shook his head. "Aint right." He mumbled.
I didn't say anything back to him. I just stared at him. He had rippling muscles under tight tanned skin. He was dirty and sweaty like a man should be.
"Well" he started. "Good news is that you made it outta yer jam. Bad news is that all those shots you fired will bring in every Walker from miles around."
My stomach twisted as I realized he was right. I looked at the tree line only to see two more Walkers as he called them making their way closer to us.
"Shit!" I groaned.
"That thing got gas?" the guy asked pointing at my car.
I nodded looking in his eyes.
He reached behind me and opened the driver's side door.
"Get in and scoot over." He commanded.
I did as he said without a second thought. I was glad that I had filled up the tank the night before all of this started.
I was so relieved to be with another person I didn't care one bit that I had no idea who in the hell he was.
We drove in silence for a few minutes as we made our way out of my secluded spot.
"Nice spot ya picked." The guy told me.
"It was where my family and I went to go camping." I told him quietly remembering the happy times spent camping, hunting, and fishing.
"Wats yer name?" the man asked in what I had come to notice was the sexiest thick southern voice my ears had ever heard.
"Anna" I told him "Anna O'Gowen."
"Anna" he repeated softly, like he was day dreaming.
"And yours?" I asked.
"Daryl Dixon." He replied keeping his eyes forward.
Daryl Dixon, my savior. I thought to myself as we made our way out of the trees and on to a narrow dirt road.
decided to put up chapter 2! Please review!!!!
