Hey guys! Well vacations just started and I'm ready to wrap this up. No hurry, thought! It might take up to three chapters more Thanks for my latest reviewer, I'm glad you think this is different :3 Before starting, I have to warn you all STORY DOESN'T END IN THIS CHAPTER, KEEP READING ! So…enjoy!

It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it?

What if you like it and lean on it?

What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart?

Can you even survive that kind of pain?

Losing love is like organ damage.

It's like dying.

The only difference is death ends.

This? I

t could go on forever.

Grey's Anatomy

"Breath." Toni's voice replayed inside her mind. It was just like when he had found her unconscious after his father beat her. "Breath."

June actually did as he said and immediately the panic inside her disappeared. She looked around for some weapon and noticed a sharp branch just a few inches away. There was no way she could go through skull bone with that, but maybe if…

….she didn't thought about it. In a single movement she rolled her body to the side; pulling the walker along. She grabbed the branch and stabbed the dead body straight into the eye. The walker moaned weakly and she repeated the action until it felt motionless to her side.

Then she proceeded to pull her knee up to her chest, bringing up the second walker, to busy eating her shoe. She attacked again through the eye cavity and even though she succeeded, the branch snapped in half in the process. All June wanted to do was collapsing there in the soil, but Tony's voice though differently, "Get your ass up and start running."

June jumped up, just to face a small group of dead bodies coming her way. Without thinking twice, she ran towards the house. Or at least, the direction she though the house was… If someone had tell her every step she happily walked away was one that she would had to run back followed by a bunch of zombies, she would never leave the safety of her shelter. "Just a few more meters, June." Tony cheered up for her.

Her lungs burned and her mouth was dry, she was exhausted. Every now and then she felt the fingers of a walker (sometimes it was just a branch or a bush) caressing her back and speed up, but even then she knew she was still too far away from home. "I can't! Tony, help me! I can't do it!" June cried out loud as she kept running, tripping and sobbing at the same time.

"Yes you can. Hang in there June. Just a few more meters." Her brother's voice encouraged and she kept running. She was going to run until she just couldn't do it anymore and right now even that didn't seemed to be enough.

You know how difficult is to run sobbing dizzy and feeling the claws of a hundred walkers in your back? Well, is pretty much impossible, so when June's feet tangled with her other feet and she felt hard on the floor just before reaching the clear…it really didn't surprised her.

Daryl didn't know how they deal with it. Just sitting there and waiting for the others to come back, that would drive his completely insane; but apparently some people in the house seemed fine with it. Even so, sometimes Daryl wanted to shake them and make them react. Carol for example was serving everyone coffee at the table, even when Glenn and him had just explained they found Randall turned with no bites or scratches. It was like if she expected them to deal with it as she kept living a normal life. Like if she doesn't serves that stupid shitty coffee, her life will be crushed. He thought as he shook his head.

"The other's aren't back yet?" Daryl asked Lori, who just denied with the head. Lori seemed pretty resigned too and he suddenly felt the need to go check on June. He was anxious to see the only person who made him feel…real.

Daryl won't worried about June, now that they had taken down Randall, she should be okay. "Good night…" he muttered as he headed to the porch. Whe opened the door and let the cool night air enter to the house, enjoying the moment. Suddenly he noticed that sound.

The sound.

The cries. The hungry moans. The sound of a thousand feet dragging…."Shit!" he even distinguished the figures moving through the darkness. "You better come and see this!"

"What is that?" Hershel asked with panic as he narrowed his eyes to get a better view.

"Is a hoard! They are coming to the farm!" Maggie cried out hysterically as the rest of the group stepped outside.

"We should keep our position…"Hershel started

"Are you insane?" Andrea questioned, but she still checked the load of her gun.

"…this is my house and I am not going to give it up…" Hershel concluded with firm voice

"Maybe they're just passing by….maybe we should just hide." Carol suggested naively, but with no conviction.

"Where is Carl?" Lori asked hysterically.

To sum it up, the situation was chaotic. Without Rick to think of a strategy or even Shane to impose some kind of dictatorship order, everyone was looking after themselves. For Daryl, that would be just fine a few days ago, as he had always been a loner and even when Merle was around, he never needed much loving care. Now there was only one thought on his mind, almost obsessing him, taking out the air he inhaled and making his heart race. June. June. June.

He jumped over the stairs of the house and thanks to the chaos; nobody really cared where he was going. He raced to the tent. Somehow it seemed he took ages to get there (later he was pretty sure they were just a couple of minutes) and when he finally did, the first walkers were already bursting out the threes. Daryl searched the tent frenetically, but there were no signs of June there. Her pick backpack was still there and then he understood she had never returned from her walk. His heart dropped when he looked over the hungry zombies in the dark. Somewhere, in the dark, surrounded by walkers and without a weapon….that where she was.

"June! June!" he called out for her, but there was no response. Instead, the first group of walkers trespassed the line of trees, heading towards him. He immediately pulled the gun that rick have given to him and fired to the head of the first target. He knew his few arrows would be necessary soon enough, but he was saving the best for the last.

Exited by his presence, the walkers speeded up their pace "Come get me motherfuckers!" he challenged, shooting two of them down.

His attention was momentarily captured by a strange brightness in the sky. The barn was on fire and the flames reached into the night sky. "Rick, you made it, you son of a bitch." Daryl muttered admired, but immediately went back to work. He shoot another walker, but his position was becoming undependable. He couldn't wait for June any longer. He fought with himself for a while until h realized he had to move fast. "Fuck!" he cursed as he headed to the motorcycle. There he turned around to shoot one last walker before leaving.

Daryl Dixon hadn't been an exemplary man. He had made many mistakes in his life; but lately he had been trying his ass off to be a better man. Luck, God, faith or whatever must have seen that because he performed a little miracle. There was no way to stop the bullet, but Daryl would happily had placed himself in front of it when he heard the loud scream exactly in the direction he had fired away.

Walkers don't scream.

"June!" he shouted. No response. "No! No! No, no, no ,no" he babbled as he ran towards the direction he had heard the screaming. "Please be alive, please be alive." He begged to none in specific as he tried his best to keep calm…

…but he lost every bit of calm when he recognized the blond hair of June. Her body was lying on the soil face down and there was blood around her. "No!" Daryl cried and he felt the rage inside him growing as he reached her. Her black Converse was still tangled in the branch and her leg was twisted in an unnatural position. He felt into his knees and lifted her motionless body in a hug.

He stopped caring. Nothing really mattered, nor the walkers circling him, not the fire breaking neither the darkness of the night nor the screams of his partners. Daryl had never been the protagonist of the group. He had keep his head down and tried to keep alive. That had been enough. And then he had found there was more in this world; some kind of happiness that he had never experienced before. He had lived for the first time.

Now he was dying. He was dying here tonight even if his body survived. He would become just like those strange creatures surrounding him, craving for his flesh. With nothing to live for, he would walk this world hopelessly, empty.

For the first time in his life, he allowed himself to cry. He cried silently at the beginning, swaying his body and June's in a tig hug, but as his tears wet her hair and his grip grew tighter, the cry changed. He was now sobbing, screaming and cursing. Calling out for help, for vengeance, threatening God, luck, faith…whoever was there to listen. He saw the walkers approaching but he didn't cared. They could eat his flesh, turn him into one of them, kill him and tear his body apart into tiny bits.

He was already dead.