Author's Note: I AM NOT A WALKER! Sorry for the very late update. My "Spring Break" was full of school work, mostly essays, as well as every weekend since. So, I'm very sorry if it takes me a long time to update this story. Please just continue being patient with me. Well I hope you enjoy and review! Don't forget to vote in the poll!


Restless Night

It's cold and wet, so very cold. I can feel myself shivering really hard. My tail hurts really badly. Why did that human leave me in the woods? I thought she liked me. She said I was cute and playful. I-I-I didn't mean to upset her, I'm just a little pup, and mama said accidents happen. I didn't mean to have so many, not in the house, but the human never let me out when I whined at the door. I-I guess there's no excuse…

"Wha's a puppy doin' way out 'ere?" Huh? I look up to see an adult human male. He's kinda tall and skinny, not bad skinny, just thin. He's holding a long metal thing and wearing clothes with a weird pattern. He doesn't look bothered by the heavy rain.

"Dammit Bill! Come on, this damn storm is pissin' meh off, fuckin' shit came outta nowhere, can't track nothin'." I'm scared. Two more men walk up behind "Bill" and see me. "Da fucks tha'?"

"Looks like a dog to me." The older one laughs out. The one that was yelling turns on him and growls out, "Shut up Joe, ain't no one talkin' to ya!" I whimper and curl up in a tighter ball.

"Shut up, Jack, you're damn big mouth is scarin' it," "Bill" sad as he crouches down and picks me up by the scruff. I whimper at the contact. "Jack" is grumbling to "Joe" while I'm being roughly handled by "Bill" who's turning me this way and that, looking at my teeth and ears, and poking me. "Looks like ets tail's broken real bad." He pokes my tail causing me to whimper, that really hurt. "Yep, defiantly broken…Won't make much of a huntin' dog either, but aih could probably find some use for her." What?

"Ya gotta be shittin' me! That damn thing is a runt, ain't gonna be good fer nothin'. Ya should just leave it."

"Who knows? That dog could be a good guard dog when it gets older, Rottweiler are pretty mean things when trained right." I'm not listening to the other two men. I'm too busy staring at "Bill" as he thinks. He has a rough face and shaggy hair. He looks scary. When he smiles, though, all my fear went away. It was so gentle I stopped shaking and tried to lean forward to lick his face, which caused his to chuckle.

"Aih guess aih'll call ya… Savannah, only cause aih had some damn good times there and can't think of anythin' else." He laughs when he said that and opens a pocket in vest thing and puts me in there, it's warm and I fit perfectly. I snuggle in deeper, feeling safe for the first time since I was left out here.

It's so nice of master to leave the TV on for me whenever he's gone. I've only been here about three months and master is so kind to me. I didn't like waking up with most of my tail cut off shortly after master took me in with the man in the white coat looking at me, but still, other than THAT everything's been good. Master gave me a nice black caller with my name on it. Happily sighing, I snuggle deeper into the old couch, resting my head on the arm rest. I'm still small, not surprising considering I'm just a pup.

I hear the rumbling of my master's loud "mo-ter-cy-cle" signaling his return. I jump up and excitedly run to the door, dancing in place waiting for him to come in. Ooohhh~ please hurry! I hear the keys! They're in the lock! The door's starting to open!

"Savannah, aih'm hom—whoa!" I didn't even give him time to finish as I jumped on him, successfully knocking him off his feet, and started licking his face. "Haha! Alright, alright girl aih missed ya to! Now get off me." I hear someone else laughing and look up to see Joe. Yay! I jump on him to, but he stays standing and pets me.

"Well, guess aih was wrong 'bout makin' her a guard dog, eh Bill? She likes people too damn much." Master laughs in return, picking himself up. "Though, she's still pretty small. Any idea how old she is?"

"Not a damn clue, maybe a couple months at most." I'm too busy sniffing the bag master dropped to care about their conversation. I smell meat! "Hey! Don't even think 'bout it!" I freeze and look back at master. He's shaking his head while chuckling, "Ya gotta wait like the rest of us." I wag my stumpy tail and charge into the kitchen, barking excitedly the entire way. I grab my empty food bowl and run back to master, looking very sheepish.

"Da fuck? Aih know aih over filled that before aih left. Damn bag busted open on me."

"HA she eats like you Bill!" Master mumbles for Joe to shut up while he fills my bowl with some of the meat he brought home and places it back in the kitchen. I attack the food.

"Yep, eats just like ya. Say, Bill, how things goin' with that girl of yours." Oh, master's mate?

"Damn good, thinkin' of lettin' her move in. Only thing she don't shut up 'bout." I frown at this. Master's mate wasn't too happy about me moving in, oh well its master's choice. Who knows everything may turn out just fine.

Master changed since his mate moved in. He smiles less and is constantly angry. I'm not allowed to sleep on the bed or couch anymore and his mate yells at me or smacks me when I do something she doesn't like. Sometimes, I think she does it for no reason. Master and his mate fight a lot, nothing physical on my master's side, but his mate is a completely different story. I shudder remembering the small lamp she threw that used to be on the side table. Joe stopped coming over too.

I'm alone with my master's mate and decide to be playful. Maybe we'll get along if I make her laugh and everything will be back to normal. She's in the kitchen heating up left over deer. It's been a long time since master let me have some. What was that saying, two birds with one stone? I doggy crawl behind her and wait for the right moment, my stomp wagging away. Master used to always laugh when I "stole" food. When her head was turned I quickly sprang forward I took a piece, putting on a show by dancing around a little.

"You disgusting animal!" What? Then I feel a sharp pain and hear the sound of glass breaking. I stumble to the ground whimpering. Sh-sh-she threw the plate at me? I feel the glass stuck in the side of my face and I can smell the blood, my blood. I look back at her terrified. "Now look what you did, you stupid dog! 'Cause of you I broke a damn plate!"

I back away as she advances on me, scared out of my mind. She looks so angry. I-I-I d-didn't mean to upset her. I-I just wanted to make her laugh. As she reaches for my I hear the front door open and I bolt, running past my master and out the door.

"What? Savannah! Wait—" I didn't stop until I couldn't hear my master's call. Panting and shaking I just stand on the sidewalk in shock. Why did she react like that? I didn't mean to—

"Isn't that the redneck's dog?"

"Yeah, what's it doing?" I look behind me to see two adolescent humans, holding a big dog on a leash. The dog doesn't look happy to see me.

"Don't know, heh~ why don't we see if Buster wants to play with her?" I start backing away. My senses are telling me to run; there's something of about these humans' scents.

"Ha sounds like fun!" The one holding the dog's leash kneels down and grab the dog's caller, unlatching the leash. I take another step back. "Alright Buster…Sick her!" He lets go of the dog and it charges. I run as fast as I can, but it's not fast enough. I'm still just a pup, while he's full grown.

I yelp as "Buster" sinks his teeth in the back of my neck and violently shakes his head. He throws me to the side, and bites into my hind leg as I try to get away. I-I-I'm helpless against him. I feel his teeth rip into my side. I'm going to die.

"WHA' THE FUCK?" I hear a familiar voice yell.

"Shit! Buster, drop it!" I roughly hit the ground as the big dog lets go of me. "Shit! Common boy!" They're gone, I hear them running away.

"Dear God, Savannah? Holy shit, hang on!" I look to see Joe at my side. I black out as he picks me up and places me in his truck. When I wake up I'm covered in bandages and in a kennel at the vet. I go back to sleep.

I'm changed up outside, covered in scars and have a chip in my ear. I haven't seen Joe in a long time, him and master got in a big fight. Something about a bitch screwing with master's head, I don't think they were talking about me. I lost hope in thing going back to how they were.

The first time master hit me was after a fight with his mate. He apologized and gaze me a big chunk of deer saying it wouldn't happen again. The second time the same thing happened, and the third, and the fourth. The fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, and eleventh time it happened I didn't get any deer. He stopped apologizing after the sixteenth time when he kicked me. Around them he started to drink some bad smelling drink that made him stink and act more aggressive. Now I just try to stay away unless I'm called.

Master and his mate left to go somewhere, leaving me alone outside in the middle of summer. It's really hot outside and of course master's mate was in charge of leaving food and water out for me. I grumble as I stare at my empty bowls, more specifically my bone dry empty water bowl that was not filled.

'Well if it isn't the little crew toy, I thought I smelt ya." I shudder as I see Buster's head poking through a hole in the fence. Ever since the first attack last spring, Buster has made it his goal to torment me. 'I see yer master left ya to die, not surprising. Considering how he picked his mate over you're pathetic ass. Shame they didn't lock you out front, can't get ta ya when yer locked back here.' Trembling I back against the tree I'm chained to, whimpering.

'Leave the girl alone you flea ridden mongrel." Buster growls as we look up to see one of the cats from next door lazily lounging on the fence, Sally I think. She slowly opens an eye at the growl before yawning and making a show of stretching. Licking her paw she responds calmly, "Please mutt, why don't you just scram and take a bath. I can hear your fleas gaging all the way up here."

Buster growls again before leaving, I stare in awe at the cat. She glances at me before looking at my bowls and huffing. She struts over to her yard and disappears. I was upset that she left she seemed nice, for a cat that is. It wasn't until she came back into sight with her old owner that I realized what she was doing.

"Oh, you poor dear, you wait right there while Ol' Jen gets you somethin'." "Ol' Jen" goes back into her house as Sally jumps on my back and needs it with her claws, I ignore the pricks. It's not like I haven't felt worse. She falls asleep after she curls up into a ball. "Now isn't that just precious?" Ol' Jen says as she enters the back yard through the connecting gate with a bucket of water and a box of, what I guess to be, cat food.

"Here you are darling, sorry but this is all I had." She said, referring to the cat food. I didn't care, being mindful of Sally, I start drinking the water. 'What a lack of grace,' that's the only response Sally gives to me moving, but I swear I hear her purring. This goes on for three days, until master returns and Ol' Jen gives him an earful, which he promptly gives his mate because he told her to make sure I had enough food and water. Only for Ol' Jen to tell him I'm his dog and I'm his responsibility. That broke my heart; she was right, and so was Buster…My master stopped caring about me….

I'm in my master's house, in the living room. Daryl came in with a bite on his arm and started to get really sick so he sat down in the chair. I nudged his hand to make sure he was alright; he rubbed my ear and scratched under my chin. I rested my head on his lap. Daryl started breathing really hard. Suddenly his chest stopped moving. I ripped my head away from him and started barking, trying to get him help.

The pup ran out of the kitchen looking worried. She was about to ask what was wrong until she saw Daryl's unmoving body on the coach. She rushed over and tried to wake him up but it wasn't working. She pulled out the little box thing people talk into and started pressing buttons. Before she was done Daryl opened his eyes and groaned, but I did not move from my spot.

I kept barking wanting the pup to get away from Daryl, something did not seem right. His eyes were dead and he smelt like rotten meat. When the pup went to hug him he attacked her. He lunged sinking his teeth deep within her neck; he tour and devoured chunks of her flesh. I backed against the wall as she screamed and choked on blood. Then she stopped. Her struggles and yells just stopped and her body went limp. What had once been Daryl had heard my whines, begging him to stop, after the pup stopped screaming and he turned to me. The look him his eyes showed one thing, hunger. The pup, whose neck was torn to pieces and whose stomach was ripped out and was now a bloody mess, had started to get up; she turned to me with a hungry dead look in her eyes.

Their skin started to turn grey and sink in, the blood on them turning black. I could not move, I could not even breathe. They transformed, their bodies rotting more and more the closer they staggered to me. I had never been so scared in my entire life. My instincts told me to run, but I couldn't, not from them, never from them. I see the open window behind them, I know if I ran I would make it past them, I would live.

I didn't run for it, I didn't move. Daryl grabbed the bandana around my neck, I didn't struggle. I didn't bite him to get free. I don't deserve to survive. I failed them. The pup and Daryl became walkers because I couldn't protect them. I kept my eyes open as Daryl's steadily decaying face comes closer, mouth wide open. I felt his teeth ghost over my flesh before tearing into—

I jumped awake so suddenly, my head slammed into the bottom of the RV I was sleeping under. Oooowww that hurt, winching I opened my eyes to see it was still dark out and that I was in camp, not my former master's house. I let out a sigh of relief. Damn, that was one fucked up dream. Why on earth did those memories have to come back and slap me in the face, and wh-what was with that last part?

I crawl out from under the RV and shake out my nerves. That was just horrible. Shouldn't my former master and his mate have been the ones to turn into walker? Why was it Daryl and the pup, and why couldn't I runaway like I did before? I shudder; I need to check on everyone. I won't be able to get back to sleep, IF I can even get back to sleep, unless I do.

Walking silently I stop in front of the RV's door and take a cautious sniff. Both the pup and her mother are in there and breathing evenly. That's good. Dale's on top of the RV keeping watch, another good thing. Deputy Dickhead's sleeping in his tent. At least he's having a nightmare; I can smell fear coming from him in waves, which put me in a much better mood. So far everyone seems to be asleep; T-Dog, the Grimes, Glenn, and Andrea are all sleeping like babies, well except for Glenn who's mumbling something about evil pizza fairies trying to his hat. Honestly, that boy. Hershel and his group should be fine in the house, no sound coming from in there other than snoring.

Now it's time to check on the last person. Making my way to Daryl's tent I see it opened. I stop just before it, he smells and sounds fine, but I have to see that he is with my own two eyes. I'm afraid to, though, what if something's wrong? How will I react if my dream came true and he's really a decaying walker? I know I'm over reacting, I can smell that he's not. But I can't help but worry.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, and I step into the tent. Hearing the sound of something shifting I open my eyes. Daryl's lying on his side looking at me half-asleep with a raised eyebrow and his "crossbow" pointed at me. I let out a sigh, literally feeling a weight lift off of my heart.

"Da fuck is with you creepin' around me?" Oh shut up. I don't even bother hesitating and just hop next to him. Okay maybe it's more like I'm half on him but I just want to make sure he stays safe. "Oof! Get off!" No! I nuzzle my head into his uninjured side and let out an unconscious whimper. Damn that dream! I was so worried about him because of it; I didn't even trust my two strongest senses to tell me he was alright. This man could probably take out a horde of walkers while being corned, for crying out loud!

"Fuck it! You obviously ain't going nowhere. Move over, can't breathe with you up on me like this." I happily do so, lying next to him with my head on his shoulder, getting comfortable. Hhhhmm~ he has a very musky woodsy sent. It's very yawn~ relaxing and yawn~ comforting. I guess I really like being around Daryl. With that thought I actually manage to fall back asleep.


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