I woke up to the smell of smoke in the distance. I rose and found that Daryl wasn't next to me like he was last night. The blanket looked rustled up like he was in a hurry. I quickly put my robe on and went to see if his bike was outside. What I saw outside I will never forget. Houses were on fire with corpses on the street being eaten alive by other human beings. I saw Terry Wilkins from next door eating her husband and that's when I knew that this world was finished. There were already numerous cases about some kind of disease but it never got this out of control. There were never children eating each other or their parents. When I saw Daryl's bike was missing, my blood pressure dropped a bit. At least he could be alive for now. However, on my lawn were two dead people walking around unaware of their surroundings. Suddenly, they saw me through my window and ran towards it. I screamed and ran back into my room and locked the door, praying for time to get some clothes on. I managed to grab a Rednecks work shirt and khakis to put on but I could already hear the glass breaking and snarling coming out of it.
I opened the door slightly and saw these two females looking around the house hoping to find their prey. Do they really not know where they are? Do they really not know that they're not human anymore? I looked around my room to find any kind of weapon to kill or at least get them out of my way. For a girl that can hunt and take care of herself, I was extremely disappointed that I brought nothing to protect myself at night. What the fuck was I thinking? I then saw on my dresser Daryl's hunting knife. Did he plan to leave me and fight for myself? I didn't have time to argue with myself so I grabbed his knife and quietly opened the door. The people were not facing me so I had a perfect opportunity to attack. I crept behind them, sweat forming all over my body like a disease. I was almost there until..CRACK. I stepped on glass leftover from the window they broke. They turned around and snarled like a wild animal and jumped towards me. I jumped back and kicked one to the wall and stuck a knife in its heart. I turned around and did the same thing to the other one. I thought I had triumphed through my first attack but they wouldn't die. Now I felt scared. Are they immortal? If they can't die with a stab to the heart, what can kill them? I then realized how dumb I had been. It's the brain I have to kill. When they came toward me, I pushed them both against the wall, and stabbed both through the eyes. They were finally down. I panted and slide down and sat next to my fresh kills. I saw their blood all over me and then my pants turned into hysterical sobs. I just killed two people. I'm a fucking murderer. Either way, my family and I can't stay here. So I grabbed my keys, hopped in my truck, and went to go pick up Joel and Karen.
Daryl's POV-
Where the fuck did this come from? It seemed like yesterday this disease was on the news but under control. But today, the world has gone to shit. I woke up to Meryl calling me frantically saying that we have to get out of here. Everything is gone and done in this town and we have to seek refuge. He wouldn't even let me wake up Taryn. He said we'll come back for her as soon as we get everything packed up and ready. I left her my knife so in case she wakes up and I'm not there then she'll be able to protect herself. She hunts better than me so I'm not worried about her. When I got back to home, Meryl already had two backpacks and hunting gear ready. He throws me my cross bow. "We gotta get out of here now, little brother."
"We gotta get Taryn first."
"Not enough time. This whole town is gone. We're dead if we go back."
"I'm not leaving my wife!" I went up to punch his fucking teeth out for even suggesting I do that. He dodged it and pushed me to the ground. "Her whole neighborhood is infested. She's probably already dead. If she's not, then we'll have to bump into her! All the roads eventually meet up." He slapped me on the head and got me up. "As for now, we're fucking getting out of here and I'm dragging you conscious or unconscious. You choose which one you'd prefer."
I just stared at him, pissed off that he was treating like I was fucking ten, but he was right. The roads meet up eventually. Taryn, if you're still alive, I will find you.