Here's my second chapter of The Loud Dead Tales. It'll have a lot of tension and hard decisions, which will be either good or bad. Hope you all like it.

Things were normal back then, how the world is always full of life. But, ever since the outbreak, the world turned into a living hell. That's what Greg always thought. Greg Turner in his mids-30 wonder through the forest endlessly running. He stumbled and fell a few times, however, he kept running as if something is chasing him. But, by the time morning came he stopped and sat by a tree. He hasn't had sleep since last night, his rabid breathing shows that he saw something he wish to unsee.

Greg covered his face as he silently whimpers. Mumbling things like 'I'm sorry' or 'P-Please, please forgive me' as if he did something terrible. As he lowered his hands, looking at the distance he sees what appeared to be a vehicle. A large van along with a campsite with one tent. Greg know full well there might be other survivors who won't take kindly to strangers. But if he's going to survive and get far away as possible to hopefully find his group, it's the risk he must take.

Gathering the strength, he lifts himself up and made his way to the campsite. He quietly stealthy made his way hopefully no one see or hear him. He carefully looked around, no people nor Infected in sight. He walked up to the camp to see the campfire with scorching burnet wood as smoke erupts from it. Greg knows the fire was recently got put out. Which means whoever stayed here isn't far away. He then looked in the tent hopefully to find something useful, any weapon to defend himself with, or by luck keys to the vehicle which he could use to find his group faster.

Finding nothing but sleeping bags and food, he backed out the tent only to hear a familiar sound of a gun from behind "Don't. Move. A. Muscle." Said a feminine voice. Greg shaking breathing as his whole-body tremble in fear "Hands in the air." Said the feminine voice, but Greg couldn't bring his hands up making the mysterious person very impatient "I SAID HANDS IN THE AIR!"

Putting his hands up as he stood up "Turned around… slowly." Turning around he sees his proprietor, standing in front of him is a young teenager girl with a pixie cut, around 15-years-old, wearing a grey jacket, navy-blue gloves, and a purple with white stripes skirt along with purple boots. She also has purple eyeliners and earrings, three freckles on both cheeks. Holding in hands is a shotgun, lock and load, ready to blow his brains out. She tilted the gun to signal him to move to the side away from the tent. As he slowly walked away from the tent with the girl still holding in gunpoint.

Once he stood away from the tent while a few feet from the young teen, she quickly looked around the surrounding area. She looked back at the man with glaring eyes "What are you doing here? Why are you snooping around the tent?" Ask the teen, Greg still trembling while the gun is pointing at him. The young teen losing patient "I said what are you doing here, snooping around?!" Greg flinch as he tries to find the right words to answer.

"Answer the fucking question!"

"O-Okay, okay… I-I'm sorry… I-I-I'm not here to cause t-trouble. I-I thought there weren't people here, I'm just looking for supplies."

"Empty your pockets."

"W-What…?"

"I said empty your pockets for any weapon! Don't make me repeat myself!"

Greg reach into his back pocket, with the girl flitching with her finger on the trigger he took out a pocketknife. He dropped it on the ground next to his feet with the girl tilt her gun more "Kicked it away." She said for Greg kicked the knife away a few inches "Harder." A little more force Greg kicked it away as the teen walked towards with gun still pointing, picked it up, putting it in her pocket, and back to her original spot. "Is that all you have?" Greg nodded as the teen looked around once more as if she is keeping an eye out for danger.

"Where's the rest of your group?" She asks glaring, Greg trying to keep calm "I-I got separated from them." He responds to her question, but she isn't buying it one bit "Don't fucking lie to me!" Aiming her gun at Greg's face.

"I-I swear I'm not! I'm telling the truth."

"Don't bullshit me, you think I'm a bloody fucking idiot?! I know there's at least one or two of ya! So, where are they?!"

"I told you is just me! There were two of us!"

This got her attention, when he said 'were' two us, it means there use to be a second person with him. The teen tightly gripped her shotgun as she looked at him "What do you mean 'there were' two of us?" She asks him, Greg remained silence, but the teen stepped forward a few more inches with the shotgun close to his face "What do you mean by 'there were' two of us?!" aggressively ask once more.

Greg flinch, he took in a few breaths before answering "I was with a friend…" He started to explain "…we-we got separated with our group two days ago. W-We been trying to catch up to them b-but…" the memory of last night started to return. That horrible night will haunt him till the day he dies "L-Last night… last night we ran into a large group of biters."

"Biters?" The girl asks confused.

"The dead… we call them Biters. W-What you call them?"

"Roamers." The girl responds, "What happened next?"

"W-We got surrounded, we tried to make a run past them… but…" Greg pause for a moment as he whimpered, the teen sense that he's crying. Was it out of shock? Or out of guilt? "My friend… Tom… broke his ankle from the rocks while trying to run. I looked back as he was in pain… he looked at me… calling my name out. I-I…" he stopped was more as he fell to his knees broken down. The teen looked at Greg as he chokes on his words "…I just stood there… I couldn't move to help him… instead I just stood there as the biters got onto him…" Putting his hands on his head gripping it tightly as with his ears covered "…those things… started to tear him apart! ALL I DID WAS STOOD THERE! HEARING HIS SCREAMS AND HIM… CALLING MY NAME FOR HELP! YET I DIDN'T DO A GODDAMN THING TO HELP HIM! I DIDN'T EVEN PUT HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY! I JUST RAN AWAY… I just ran away…" Greg finally unleash the guilt that he bottled inside.

The young teen looked at the broken man, she finally understands. His action is the reason he's alive while his friend died by a horrible death. She could feel her hands shaking, parts of her wants to give the stranger a quick and painless death to free him from his own misery and torment. It's the only good deed she'll give, however, the other part of her couldn't. She closes her eyes as she tried to forget the thoughts and just pulled the damn trigger like her sister expect her to do. But she doesn't have the guts to do it. She never once has.

Lowering her gun as she sighs, opening her eyes looking at the man with sympathy, but with her gun still fixed on Greg "What's your name?" She asks as Greg looked at her with confusion "W-What?" That's all he could answer.

"I said what's your name?"

"G-Greg… Greg Turner."

"Do you have a family Greg?"

"My wife… she died when the outbreak happened."

"What about your kids?"

"They're still alive… they're in the same group as me." That's explained why he wanted to get back to his group so badly "How old are they?" She asks as Greg calming down "My son just turned 16 three days ago, my little girl will be 8-yr-old in three months."

Hearing that this man still has kids who are properly waiting for their dad to returned to them. The teen lowered her gun once more as she looked away for a moment, before looking back at him "I'll give you some supplies…" Said the teen as Greg looked at her in confusion as the teen continues speaking "…I'll give some food, water, and medical supplies no more than that. I'll even give back your knife, I can't give you the van… but I'll help you find a vehicle that still have gas, enough for you to find your group."

Greg looked at her "W-Why? Why are you helping me?" He asks as the young girl looked at him with her eyelids half open "Because you still have kids… and they need they're dad with them." She replies his question as Greg is speechless, he didn't know that they're still good people out there. Breathing intensely as he shed some tears "Th-Thank you! Thank you!" He thanks her as the teen looked at him "But let me give you an advice." Said the teen as Greg looked at her "After I find you a vehicle, that's it. Once you're on the road whatever you do… don't come back. Because, the next time… I won't be merciful."

"I-I understand." Said Greg as he stood up "What's your name?" He asks, the teen was hesitant at first, but she then answered "Luna, name's Luna." Said Luna as they both looked at each other in the eye. Greg gave a smile as he stares at her "Thank you Lu…"

(BANG!)

A bullet went through Greg's skull as blood and brain sent flying, some got onto Luna as she watches Greg's body fell lifeless face first. Luna looked in shock while speechless, looking at Greg's body in utter confusion. She uses her hand to cover her mouth as she looked at the culprit who killed him. Standing few feet away from her is a young blonde around 17-years-old. Wearing a leather jacket, cargo shorts with a belt that has a hatchet, knifes, a machete, along a hunting rifle strap around her shoulder resting on her back, holding a pistol in her hands while wearing fingerless gloves. She also has a scar on her left cheek.

Luna stare at the shooter for a few seconds before finally speaking "WHAT THE FUCK LORI?!" Luna shouting a top of her lungs "WHY THE HELL DID YOU SHOOT HIM?!"

"What does it look like? I saved your sorry ass." Said Lori as she walked up to her younger sister putting her pistol away "Your welcomed."

"Saved my ass?! He wasn't armed, you didn't have to kill him!"

Lori gave Luna a 'really' look as if she was joking "You're kidding me, right?" With Luna rise a brow in confusion "What? What do you mean?" Ask Luna.

"It's obvious that he has weapons on him."

"No, he doesn't! He gave me his knife when I ask him to empty his pockets!" Luna argue with Lori "It was his only weapon!"

"Well, I'm not taking any chances alright?! And what did I told you about 'if you ran into another survivor don't hesitate to kill' rule?!"

"The guy wasn't dangerous! I can see it in his eyes! He wanted to get back to his group, that's all!"

"And how can we be sure he's not alone?! If I didn't show up and kill this asshole, he would tell his assholes buddies about us!"

"GGGRRRR!" Luna feeling her frustration coming to the surface as she glares at her older sister "If he did have other friends with him, I would be dead already!"

"Maybe they're being cautious! You should be too; we're not taking any chances with any other survivors! Why is it so hard to follow…? One! Simple! Rule!"

"BECAUSE I'M NOT A KILLER, OKAY?!"

Luna and Lori locked eyes to each other, sending glares one another as the eldest sibling pinch her bridge on her nose with her eyes close, breathing heavily as she paced around Greg body. She looked at Luna with a calm voice, with a hint of anger in it "You have the guy… in front of you. All you need to do is to pull the damn trigger, then that's it! Yet, you still couldn't do it, why?! Give me a damn reason why you couldn't pull the trigger?!"

"Because, I never kill a person before!" Said Luna with her respond.

"You kill roamers!"

"That because they're already dead! They don't feel anything, hell they don't care they die a second time! Humans on other hand…"

"Oh god, not this crap again…" Lori in annoyance as Luna went on "Humans are still alive, they're not the Infected… they're not the dead… yet we're still putting them down like rabid dogs!" Luna went on as Lori rubbing her temple in annoyance as she gave a look "That because is for the safety of the group!" Lori yelled at Luna as she went on "Do I have to remind you the last time you let one guy go…"

When Lori said that Luna eyes widen with her pupils shrunk. She tightens her fists with one hand still holding the shotgun, Luna turned and looked away as she didn't want to be remind "Please don't." She said in a soft voice as tears starting to leak from her eyes. But Lori didn't hear, instead she went on "You had him Luna… you had him in sight, with your gun pointed at him. But instead you let him walk free and looked where your generosity got us. He and his friends came and starting shooting at us, Lincoln got shot in the shoulder, Chaz is dead, Tabby and Margo both nearly died if Lynn didn't come and kill the bastard by stabbing him in the neck." Lori could hear Luna slight whimpering as she continues on "If you just kill the guy, none of us would been endanger in the first place!" Lori walked up to Luna as she places her hand on her little sister shoulder. Turning her around Lori could see her eyes moist, she went on speaking "Why didn't you just pull the damn trigger?"

Luna gave Lori a cold stare "If I had pulled the triggered and kill him, it would mean I took a life from someone who didn't deserve to die." Luna smack Lori's arm away as she looked at her older sister "It would mean I'm no better than those guys!" Luna pointed her finger out the distance "The bastards who kill people for the heck of it! I would be just another murder, just like them!"

"Is that what all of this about?!" Lori shouted as Luna's face throwing her arms up "Looked around Luna! This is the New World! There's no cops, no government, no laws! There's no good or bad anymore! Is survival of the fittest! That's all there is, we can't meet people and wait they're friendly!"

"Coming from someone who kill people after the second meeting them!"

Lori scoff shaking her head "Do you really think I enjoy this?" She asks Luna walking up to her "Enjoying killing people? Of course not, I don't like it then you do. But for the shake of the group I have to make sure they stay safe. Even if it means killing any survivors that are a threat." Luna looked at the ground gritting her teeth, she never liked the idea of killing other human beings in order to stay alive, but she didn't stop Lori to make the choice.

Lori sigh rubbing her temples before looking at Luna again "My hands are already stained with blood Luna. I've killed only god knows how many… so you better get your shit together and make a choice. Because the next time you're planning on letting assholes like this one…" Pointing to Greg's corpse as a message "…go scot free, don't expect me to clean up your mess."

As the two stay in silence a roamer who hear Lori gunshot came by. As it groans it spots the two sisters, it walked towards them going to attack at the side. Lori already spots it as she took out her hatchet, turned and planted it on top of its skull. She kicked it to the ground motionless as she looked at Luna a bit before looking away. She tiredly sighs "Get your ass in Vanzilla." She said.

Luna didn't argue she slowly walked back to Vanzilla "Bitch." Luna mutter under her breath.

Lori heard it but didn't scold her. She's well aware most of her siblings, even their friends didn't like her methods. But what can she do, she can't risk the group endanger again, all she could do is to protect them like any leader would. She sighs "Damnit." She mutters, she loved her sister Luna, and trying everything in her power to protect her from her own mistakes. She always gets into fights with her siblings, but during these times, its more about what choices they make. Looking back at Greg's body she kneels down and begin patting his pockets to see if he really does have a weapon. Just like Luna said, he wasn't armed, but she couldn't risk that chance. Checking his back pocket, she pulled out a wallet, opening it up she pulled out an old family picture. The picture shows a young Greg and his family before the outbreak, they looked so happy, now its nothing more but a memory of the good old days.

Tossing the wallet aside she folded the picture and put it in her back pocket. She stood up and walked back to Vanzilla. Luna is already in the passenger seat, getting in she started the van and drove off. In Lori mind what if she didn't kill Greg, instead she showed mercy and let him go. Is it the right thing? It doesn't matter anymore, what's done is done.

In Lori's mind; death is the only mercy she ever believed.

Well, that's the end of the chapter. And I want to point out about both Lori and Luna personalities and beliefs in this story.

Lori; like in the show she's the leader of the group sense she's a natural born leader. She always protective and won't hesitate to kill someone she sees as a threat. She deeply cares about her family and friends and will do everything in her power to keep them from harm's way. But what about the picture she took? You'll find out in future chapters.

Luna; now Luna never kill a person before. She thinks that if she takes someone's life, she's no better then the rest. She sticks with her belief by doing good things, even showing mercy and sympathy to others. But she feels guilty about after letting the guy go, cause the group to be attack, someone died because of her action, and she'll always carry that guilt. She and Lori have a conflict, always fighting about the right and wrong. Of course, like Lori she does deeply cares for her group.

Leave a review of your thoughts and see you all later.