Dillon woke up, looking around. He sat up and started sneaking down stares, looking at how dark it was outside. "Perfect," he whispered.
He opened the door and it made a loud noise. Dillon froze. "Shit.."
"What do you think yer doin'?" His Dad asked from behind.
Dillon turned around, sighing. "I'm gonna go look for Carl, Rick, and Lori. You're not gonna stop me."
His Dad sighed, grabbing his gun, shoving Dillon outside the house. "C'mon."
Dillon tried to catch his balance when his Dad pushed him outside the house. He almost fell to the ground face first, but for some reason his Dad stopped him from hitting the ground. "..Thanks..?" Dillon said, confused about why his Dad did that.
"Go on! Git yer ass movin'," His Dad said angrily. "Ya better hurry up before those monsters git them."
Dillon nodded then started speed walking over to Rick's house. "It's probably gonna take an hour to get there."
"Then make it less," his Dad said, shoving him.
"I can't unless I sprint the whole way, which I can't," he said.
"I can make you sprint the whole way," his Dad said, taking his gun out of his pocket, pointing it at him. "Go!"
"You're not gonna shoot me," Dillon said, shaking his head.
"You think I won't?!" He fired the gun.
The bullet was so close to hitting his head, that he could feel it go right past him. "You could've killed me!"
"I said start runnin'," he yelled again, putting his finger on the trigger.
Dillon shook his head and started sprinting towards Rick's house. Thirty minutes later, they reached his house. Dillon had sweat all over him. He ran up to Rick's house and opened the door, looking around for them. "Rick! Lori! Carl!"
He searched the house for them, but couldn't find them. "No.." He kept looking around for them, yelling louder. "CARL! RICK! LORI!"
"They're not here, boy! Stop yer yellin'."
Dillon shook his head, looking down, tears falling down. Rick, Carl, and Lori were the only people that cared about Dillon. Well, Lori thought he was a bad kid because of all the stuff his Dad made him do. Rick and Carl were the only one's that really cared about Dillon. "Why..?" More tears fell down his cheeks.
Dillon's Dad picked him up off the floor by his shirt. "Git yer ass up. I don't know why you care about them anyways. They never cared about you. No one did."
"Yes they did. They did care about me. I cared about them, too."
"They did not care about you! Don't you think they would've come lookin' for ya if they did?!"
Dillon looked down, starting to believe him, then shook his head. ""Whatever." He walked outside the house, wiping the tears from his eyes.