Dixon Brothers
8PM, Lydia sat at the table, eating one of the MREs that her father stocked up on. Bean and Rice Burritos were usually the one Lydia would eat. She was a vegetarian. In a water bottle, she stirred in lemon-lime powder. She looked at the empty spots around the table where her family should be sitting. Moans and groans could be heard from outside the house. Fingernails scratched the side of the house as if they were trying to take the house down. She threw her things away and went upstairs. She closed the door to her room and locked it tight. Again, she brought out the camcorder.
"Hello Family." She whispered. "This is the night of Day Fifty. I went to the store today and got more supplies. No sign of other civilization other than that man on the motorcycle. I wonder where he was going. I miss you all very much. Lizzie and Mika, I love you two so much. Please, stay safe. Mom, I love you too. I can't wait to see your beautiful face again. Ryan...even though you're my step dad, I love you the most. I still have the knife you gave me for my eighteenth birthday. I use it well. I killed a zombie with it and I killed another with the gun. I have to go to bed now because Walkers will see this light." She blew the camera a kiss then shut it off. She blew out the candles then climbed into bed. She stuck ear buds into her ears and fell asleep.
Lydia woke up to the sound of that damn motorcycle again. What was that man looking for? Maybe he can search for some manners. Lydia picked through her clothes and found some leggings, a blue tank top, and a plaid button down shirt. She zipped up her black knee-high boots then walked downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Outside her house, the Walkers have disappeared. That man must have killed them when she was asleep.
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Lydia swung the back pack over her shoulders again to go out and get clothes. While walking, she began to smoke. It was a weird thing to do. Her mother smoked all the time so she tried to remember how it worked. She took a drag, inhaled, then exhaled. The aftertaste was stale and gross. She put it out then stashed them in her back pack. Upon arriving to the mall, zombies hoarded around doors as if there were people inside.
"What the hell...?" She whispered to herself.
A Walker turned around causing the rest to follow.
Lydia took out her gun and began to fire until she was out of bullets. "Dammit!" She retreated towards her house.
"Hey Princess!" A man called from the roof.
Lydia turned around and looked into the sky at the man.
"Over there!" He pointed to the door on the side.
Lydia ran towards the door then slammed it shut. She ran up a series of stairs and entered through a steel door. She walked toward the man who stood on top of the building wall. He was a buff man that fashioned a 'wife beater' shirt and a brown over shirt. Baggy pants with boots made him look meaner and tougher.
"Uh...hello?" Lydia poked him.
The man turned around and hopped onto the building. "If you went home, the WHOLE hoard would have got chu!" He laughed.
Lydia smiled softly. "Thanks...uh..." She hasn't talked to people in almost two months. "My name is Lydia Samuels. Thank you for saving me."
He smirked at her. "My name is Merle Dixon. Awfully stoopid not to be accompanied by someone while on the streets."
He ruined the southern language by making him look dumber. Lydia angrily looked at him. "I assure you that I am not 'stoopid'. I just wanted to get new clothes."
"What is with you girls and new clothes? Sale?! OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET IT!" He said in a mocking, stereotypical girl voice.
Lydia couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, that's not true for me. I never get new clothes. I haven't been shopping in a year. My wardrobe is limited.
Merle laughed. "Yea, okay. So, what's in the backpack?" He reached for it.
Lydia stepped back, gripping the straps. "None of your stinkin' business."
Lydia knew quick that Merle was not the guy to toy with. "Give me the damn bag!" He requested again. "I'm not going to say it again."
To avoid conflict, she took off her back pack and unzipped it. "Nothing! See? It's just cigarettes. I was going to get clothes, like I said before."
Merle yanked the bag from her and took the stale cigarettes. "Sweet mama!" He lite one up.
Lydia retrieved her dark blue bag and swung it over her shoulders. She examined his facial appearance. His hair was scruffy and his whiskers were gray, matched his hair.
"So..no booze?" He exhaled smoke.
Lydia shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't looking for any. I have no need for alcohol."
Merle laughed. "So? What are you, a good girl? Is your mommy going to stop you?" He put out the cigarette.
Lydia's stomach jumped at the word 'mommy.' "I lost my family when this all started. Fifty days ago, oh, actually, fifty-one. Oh no!" She ran towards the door.
Merle grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing?"
Lydia gasped when he grabbed her arm. "I have to go back for my diary."
Merle busted out laughing. "Darlin', you're not going anywhere. You have to wait until my baby brother, Daryl, comes back."
Lydia yanked her arm from his cold grip. "I don't have to listen to you and I certainly don't have to be escorted! I've lived by myself for almost two months and where the hell were you guys?"
Merle smiled. "Maybe we can get to know each other a little bit more." He pulled her closer.
Lydia put her hands on his chest, pushing herself away. "Let go of me, you idiot!"
"Merle!" A manly voice came from the steel door.
Both Merle and Lydia looked at the door. It was the other Dixon brother, Daryl.
Lydia pushed Merle away and walked toward him. "You gotta do me a favor."
Daryl looked at her like she was crazy. "I don't even know your name."
Lydia smiled. "Oh, I'm Lydia. Wait, I know you! You're the asshole on the motorcycle!"
Daryl removed the handkerchief, exposing his chuckling smile. "Pretty sweet of a bike, isn't it?"
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yea, sure. I need you to take me back home."
Daryl shook his head. "Piss off." He walked past her.
Lydia watched him walk towards his brother. "Fine, I'll go myself. And don't bother coming to find-"
A Korean bumped into her. "Oh sorry. Wait, who are you?"
Lydia froze. "I'm...uh.."
"Some girl who was just leaving." Daryl said coldly.
Glenn stopped her. "Wait, why?"
"I am going back to my house on the outskirts of town. I'd rather die out there than to stay here any longer." Lydia looked at the Dixon brothers.
Glenn chuckled. "How about I help you get there. Do you need something?"
"I want to go back and get my camcorder. I need to make a diary for today." Lydia explained.
"Why do you do those? No one is going to see it." Glenn chuckled.
Lydia shoved him into the door and walked down the stairs quickly in tears. Lydia makes those so if she ever sees her family again, she can show them.
"Ohh!" Daryl laughed.
"Be careful, Glenn!" Merle chuckled. "She'll bite your head off!" He laughed harder
Glenn followed her. "Wait, I'm sorry. Please, let me help you. I'll even bring you back here."
"Thanks but no thanks." She continued.
Glenn stood in front of the exit. "Please? I feel really bad now. I couldn't let you go out there alone."
Lydia sighed. "Okay, fine, fine. Is it just the four of us?"
Glenn nodded. "Yea, sorry. We lost T-Dog a little while back."
"T-Dog?"
"A friend of ours. So, ready to go?" Glenn gripped the handle on the door.
"Wait, do you have transportation?" Lydia stood behind him.
Glenn looked over his shoulder with a chuckle. "Oh..I have transportation."
