The dead walking
Dominic Frank Baker
I slowly opened one eye and everything I saw was hazy. I felt on my left temple and felt a huge bump; I gently ran my finger over it and winced.
"So you're finally awake, that's good." I heard someone say.
I looked up and saw a man just sitting on a recliner. I recognized him, his name was Jackson something I didn't know his last name. He was the town crazy that's what kids at school called them. He was always running down the street yelling about the end of the world, my on friend even told me he had an underground bunker built into his backyard. I was always nice to him, but everyone called him crazy. I guess he was wright, looks like he's the sane one.
"Jackson what's going on where are we? How long have I been out?" I asked rubbing my head
"Oh you've been out for a few weeks, towns gone to shit as far as I know we're the only ones left." He said.
No, no I remembered what happened now I had to find my mom and Amanda. But then I remembered what happened before I blacked out. I looked in the corner of Jackson's bunker and saw a shovel next to his bed.
"Did you hit me with a shovel!? Why?" I asked.
"Well I thought it would get lonely in here and I didn't want too many people here and you've always been nice to me so I figured you'd be perfect." He said in his creepy voice.
I had one thing on my mind I had to get to Aunt Lori's house to see if Amanda and mom made it out or if they… I didn't wanna think like that.
"Look I gotta go find my sister where's my gun?" I asked.
"Your bags over there I out some extra food in there and gave you some more ammo, but you'll come back right!" He said with a smile.
I looked at him I didn't wanna be with him any longer then I already did. But he had a bunker with ammo and food so I would need to stay with him for a little if things were bad.
"Ya I'll be back I gotta see if my family made it out." I said putting my backpack on.
"Okay just be careful out there, try to be quiet." He said.
I grabbed the shovel from the corner and walked up the few steps and opened the hatch and closed it quickly behind me. The first thing that hit me was the stench, it smelled like rotting meat. I walked out of the backyard and looked up and down the street. The street was crawling with walkers, some were just wondering around others were eating corpses. It was still scorching hot and the sun was brutal.
"Gotta love that Georgia weather." I muttered as I started walking down the street.
Jackson lived just around the corner from Uncle Rick; I slowly moved down the street and turned the corner. I looked down the street at Uncle Rick's house, it felt just like yesterday that I was about to go there. When actually it was a few weeks ago actually. I was about to move towards there house when I saw a bike round the corner, I initially drew my gun and took aim. I didn't wanna take any chances; I've seen enough zombie apocalypse movies to know looters were dangerous.
Something stopped me I looked closer and saw the man riding the bike was wearing what looked like a blue hospital robe. I looked closer and saw he had a beard and he stopped right in front of Uncle Rick's. There was no way.
"No way, Uncle Rick." I said quietly as I started moving faster to their house my gun drawn ready to fire on any walkers that made their way to his house.
Rick Grimes.
I slowly made my way out of the house and the reality of this situation hadn't set in. Where are Lori and Carl? Are they even alive? What about Dom and Amanda? Were they all one of whatever I saw on the way here? I looked up at the road and saw a man, he was limping slowly towards me, and my vision was still a little bit blurry. The man stuck his arms out, and started moving towards me fast. Before I could say anything and bullet went through its head.
"UNCLE RICK. UNCLE RICK IT'S DOM!" I heard.
I stood up and saw my nephew Dom running down the street with a gun raised. I heard a growling behind me and I saw another man, he was about to lunge for me but before he got to me a bullet hole was in his head. I turned around and saw my nephew, his gun still raised. He smiled and I was about to drop, I started to daze.
"No no no Uncle Rick!" I heard him say before everything went black.
It felt like an instant later that I was coming to, I opened my eyes and I was laying down on a bed with a blanket over me and my bullet wound all but healed with a bandage on it.
"Uncle Rick! Thank god you're okay." Dom said coming and sitting next to the bed.
I sat up fast and grabbed my nephew's shirt. "Dom what the hell is going on, why did you shoot two people!" I asked.
He took my arm off him and looked at me with shock.
"Uncle Rick I didn't kill people I killed two walkers." He said.
"A walker what the hell is that?" I asked.
He looked even more shocked. "Wait Uncle Rick you don't know what's going on?" He said.
"What are you talking about boy what's going on?" I asked.
He bit his lip. "You remember that infection we heard about on TV." He asked.
I nodded.
"Well it hit hear, and if you're infected with it you turn into one of those thing I killed. You turn into a walker. It's like a huge zombie outbreak." He explained.
This couldn't be happening. I needed to know where Lori and Carl were now.
"Wait where's your sister, your mother? Do you think there with Lori and Carl?" I asked.
"I don't know I actually just woke up this morning. Jackson over here knocked me out with a shovel and I've been out for a few weeks. I have no clue where they are. Where have you been Uncle Rick, and Jackson says that's a bullet wound what happened?" He asked.
I was still stunned but I explained to him what I went through, how I was shot and just woke up and made my way here.
"Wait don't you think Shane would've got Aunt Lori and Carl? And he must've got my mom and sister to." He said.
I remembered what I found in the house now; I reached into the pocket of the hospital robe and pulled out the note I found that said "From Shane".
"This in my house, it's from Shane here I'll read it." I said sitting up
I swung my feet to the side of the bed and unfolded the letter. I read it aloud to Dom and it seemed we both found new hope. Shane said he was taking them to Atlanta, and if I was to trust anyone other than me to get my family to safety it was Shane.
"Come on Uncle Rick come eat we can decide what to do in the morning." He said.
A hot meal sounded good right now, and then in the morning we could decide what to do. I was glad Dom was safe at least. If we were going to find our family we needed to work together from what he explains to me during dinner it'll be hard. I feel asleep in the recliner chair ready for the next morning.
Dominic Frank Baker
I was glad to have Uncle Rick back with me; I was scared I would have to do it by myself. I know we can find everyone, and if anyone can survive this it's us. I gave Uncle Rick some of the spare clothes I had in my bag, we decided we were gonna get some guns and ammo form the police station, and Jackson said he would give us a weeks' worth of food which would be good.
We said goodbye to Jackson and we made our way out of his backyard and started walking towards the police station.
"So what do we do once we get to Atlanta?" I asked with my gun raised ready to fire if needed.
"We find everyone else that's our number one priority after that I don't know." Uncle Rick said.
I didn't expect him to answer me, I had just hopped he didn't ignore me. It was till hard for me to believe all of this was happening. I mean I always joked with my friends that a zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I never meant it.
"Heads up Dom we got one." He said lifting his gun up and ready to fire.
I lowered his hand and motioned for him to put his gun away. We needed to kill that walker to get through to the station.
"You can't shot unless you absolutely need to, noise attracts more of them." I said.
I lifted my gun and slowly walked up to the walker. I jumped up and smashed it in the head with my pistol, after it fell to the ground I stomped on its head. Uncle Rick came up and walked to the station door and opened it. I jogged up behind him.
"You have to hit the brain only thing that kills them." I said.
"Good to know. Come on let's get some decent clothes first." He said opening what I guessed to be the locker room.
"Here this is your size." Uncle Rick said tossing me a sheriff outfit.
I smiled at him and after about five minutes we both had the outfit on. He grabbed a hat and put it on.
"Do I get a hat to?" I asked.
"Not yet cowboy, come on let's get some guns." He said.
We both walked through the halls to the armory and unlocked it. It was the mother lode, any zombie survivalist dream. We filled a bag with almost 1000 rounds of ammo, 6 shotguns, 5 rifles, 5 handguns. Uncle Rick tossed me a belt with a holster and I put it on and put my dad's pistol in the holster.
"That your fathers old gun?" Uncle Rick asked holding a rife on his back.
He also had his revolver in his holster, and he looked ready for a war. I grabbed a shotgun and loaded it with an ample supply of ammo, and now I wasn't a man ready for war. I was a man ready to survive.
I started walking out of the armory which we had picked clean.
"Ya it's his and it's gonna help me find Amanda." I said.
"Well we won't find her sitting here, I got the car keys let's go." He said.
We had one full tank and another can of gas in the trunk, we might not make it to Atlanta but hopefully we could scavenge fuel on the road. Uncle Rick got in the driver seat and I got into the passenger seat, I looked at myself in the sheriff uniform. I liked the way I looked in it, now I had one job.
To find my sister.