I hated this. I hated when my father left me to go hunting. Hated when he doesn't let me go with him. Hated to be alone in this goddamn camp. My uncle had left on a stupid trip to the city, dad was making him, said I needed my pills. I was running low on them, but that didn't mean I wanted to be left here on my own. My name is Danny Dixon.

It's been a few weeks since this hell begun. A group of us made camp just outside this city once it fell. By fell I mean the city got overrun by walkers. Walkers were the undead that rose. Pretty much zombies. Even in this hell I needed my medicine, maybe more than ever. I have severe anxiety. Can't deal with a big group of people or social situations, made me nervous and have panic attacks. The pills helped keep me calm.

I wish I could have gone with my father. It's rather boring here. I gave a sigh before standing. I ran my fingers through my short brown hair and headed off to the woods, grabbing the ax as I went. "Where are you going mini Dixon." That was Shane's favorite nickname. I turned and glared at him.

"It's Daniel." I snapped.

"Well 'Daniel' where are you going?" He asked mocking my name. I glared darkly at him. I was a rather tall 17 year old, pact full of muscles, and lean. Most wouldn't mess with me, even if I was 17, but Shane doesn't back off. He keeps going and going being a total motherfucker to me. My father hates him because of it.

"Goin' off to get some firewood unless you wanna go do it." I said coldly.

"Nope, do it yourself, mini Dixon." He said before heading off. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking from the anxiety. I opened my eyes and headed for the woods. I needed to cool down before I go and gettin' myself into trouble.

"I hate riding. I really do." I said as I held tighter to my brother. I forced myself to look down and felt ready to pass out. It was way far down for me.

"That's not what you Billy Wills all those years ago." A smile came to my lips.

"Ya and one hell of a ride that was." The siblings chuckled together. Even before the world went to hell, we have always found it easy for us to talk and laugh. Lori tested our relationship more than once, even if Rick didn't want to admit it. Rick loves Lori, but I knew she wasn't a good person. Great kid they made together, but bad woman. Always yelling at Rick for shit. He is the best she would ever get.

"Do you think we're close?" I asked, not wanting to thing negatively about my sister-in-law with Rick so desperately searching for her.

"Should be." I nod against his shoulder.

"When we get there I want a nice juice burger. Oooh and fries. I love french fries." I sighed. I was a huge salt fanatic.

"I don't think they will have that here, Grace. It is still the Apocalypse remember." I sighed.

"All too well." I muttered as I closed my eyes.

"Grace..." I frowned and looked up. The city seemed deserted.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, but got no answer from Rick. The horse whined and I held tighter to Rick. "Rick maybe we should turn back, I'm getting a bad feeling about this." I said as I held my strap to my large camping duffle bag to my back. Inside were clothes, some knives, and some pictures.

I had my main weapons on my body already. A pair of dual pistols held in their assigned holsters. The brown belt wrapped around my waist and one strap went down my left thigh and wrapped itself around it. My left thigh held a holster for one of the pistol, while the pistol resting in a holster against her hip. I had dual machetes resting in their x shaped case on my back also. I was more of blade person that a gun type. It was silenter. I also had a dagger tucked into each boot. Even without all this I still felt uneasy.

"We can't turn back, Grace. This has to be where Lori and Carl is." I bit my button lip, a nervous habit of mine.

"I don't know, Rick. It seems a bit deserted to me, I feel like we're walking into a grave yard." I whispered, feeling unsafe to raise my voice.

"Let's go." Rick said, ignoring both the horse and my instincts. Rick obviously wasn't things through.

The city was like a tomb. Newspapers scattered everywhere, cars smashed and left behind, some even crashed into buildings. I didn't like this one bit. I pulled my cap tighter on my head, as if hoping it will make me feel more safe. We past a burnt bus, both of us looking in it as we trotted by. I sighed as I saw the countless dead rotting bodies inside. "God this place looks like a scene from a horror movie." Rick still didn't say anything, just nod his head.

"Woah." I squeaked as the horsed squeaked as we neared the bus. I wasn't expecting the sudden rear up, causing me to fall painfully on the pavement below.

"Grace!" Two walkers came walking out of the bus. I stood weakly and pulled my dual machetes out. I killed the quickly enough, but I couldn't be sure if more would come. Rick held out his hand. "Come on. We need to head some where else." I nod and grabbed his hand. He pulled me up and I settled back on the horse, even if I hated this horse at this moment.

"Stupid horse, stupid walkers." I grumbled causing my brother to laugh, stress and anxiety from before washing off of us now, as we relaxed. We walked and I frown at what I saw. A tank up ahead, a dead soldier sprawled across it. I felt tears fill my eyes. He looked to have died in so much pain, his mouth wide open as if he died screaming, crows pecking at what was left of him. I shook my head and buried it between my brother's shoulder blades.

"Look." I looked up and gasped as I saw a helicopter. "That has to be a good sign." He said as he quickly started after it.

"It has to be." I said a grin spreading across my face. Completely relaxed now knowing there maybe someone to help us.

I should have known relaxing wasn't a good thing. We trotted away from the dead solider and right into a herd of walkers. "Oh. My. God." I breathed out. We had turned the next corner to follow the helicopter, but the heard was there instead. There had to be a thousand of them. The horse screamed and I felt fear consume my body.

We were going to die. We were going to die out here. All my life I wanted what Rick had. Someone who loved you and would do anything for you, not that Lori is like that anymore, and I wanted to have kids with him and grow old together. Now I was just going to die. Die before I ever even got a chance to experience what love is like. The walkers started towards us.

I walked out of the trees and headed over to the main campfire to set the wood down. I saw Amy sitting by the fire a mushroom in her hand. "I would eat that if I were you, that's Muscarin. Poisonous." I said as I set the wood down. She looked up at me surprised.

"How do you know that?" She asked.

"It's bright orange. Trust me I know." She frown.

"Would you be able to pick out the poisonous ones in here. Lori said Shane would..." I looked over at her.

"Ya, probably busy fucking the bitch right now." I took the bucket from her and started throwing out the bd mushrooms.

"Well.. I mean-

"Just cause you're a blonde don't mean you gotta act like one." I said before handing the bucket back. "There." I said before walking off.

"Thanks, Danny!" She called, but I just waved her off. Amy was the only one in this stupid camp I actually don't mind talking to. The rest are bunch cock suckers. You got deputy dipshit who walks around as if he own the place. Then you got the stupid niger who thinks he's all high and mighty with his cock sucking bitch Jacqui. Then the chinaman... he's not bad, but he' just annoying. Blonde bitch is always bitching at me for being near Amy, like I have any control of Amy wondering over to me all the time. Then you have Ed the fucken beater, who a piece of shit. His bitch, Carol, is okay. She offers to clean my clothes all the time and actually treats me like a human being, so she is another I like. Their daughter, Sophia, needs to toughen up or she will never survive, but she has done no harm to me yet, so I don't really mind her all that much or the younger boy, Carl either, same goes for him as Sophia. Now Carl's bitch of a mother is another thing. She is sleeping with deputy dipshit and because of that she thinks she some kind of queen. Prancing around and talking her mouth off about my family as if were just dog shit stuck on her boots. The old man is no better always getting into our business, asking questions like he knows us. Then you got the stupid Mexican family who is as bad as the rest of them.

Well to hell with all of them. They wouldn't even be alive right now if it wasn't for my family. My father and us do all the hunting for them, bring them meat to eat and all they do is complain and complain. Stupid motherfuckers.

I grumbled and sat down by my camp, sharping my arrows. I used a combat bow, unlike my father's cross bow. I find combat bows more easier to handle and load. It's my main weapon along with the pistol I keep tuck in the back of me. My boots also had blades in them that popped out from the front and back, and a hunting knife resting on my waist.

I lean back against a tree, closing my eyes and enjoying the breeze. It was, like any other day, hot and it was rare for a breeze to come through. I had a black muscle shirt on, a red plaid shirt wrapped around my waist, and jeans on. I wasn't too warm thankfully. I crossed my ankles, my boots hitting against one another making the steel toe click.

I gave a sigh, finally able to relax for once. All these stress and work isn't good for my anxiety. I think I had more anxiety attacks than I had in a long time. "Danny?" I opened my eyes with a sigh and saw little Sophia standing there.

"What?" I grumbled.

"Can I join you?" I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Why?"

"M-my pa-" She didn't need to say no more.

"Fine, but bother me and you're leaving." She smiled at me before sitting beside me and closing her own eyes. I chuckled and closed mine. "Thanks Danny." I just grunted out a reply.

My heart pounded in my chest as I saw the hoard starting for us. "Rick?" I cried out. The walkers moan and groans filled the air. They lunged at the horse, causing it to rear up, this time I made damn sure to cling onto my brother. "Rick?!" I called again, desperately trying to have his attention. We needed to get out of here and get a plan or we're going to die.

"Hold on!" Rick yelled as he turned the horse and started riding quickly back the way we came. I clung on and looked behind us.

"They gaining on us, Rick! Go faster!" I yelled. I felt myself practically shaking. These bastards were running. I never seen walkers run before. Oh god we're going to die. I looked back around to see we made it to the tank, but walkers had filed in and now surrounded at us, desperately trying to get a hold of us. "Rick!" I cried out, kicking at a bite too clingy walker.

"Oh, shit." Rick gasped.

"Ya oh shit!" I snapped at him. "What the bloody hell are we going to do!" I screamed at him. "We can't take them all." I cried as Rick tried to wheel us around, but we were completely boxed in. The horse reared up terrified. It's ears pressed flat against it's, screaming as the walkers grabbed at it with their decaying hands, it's golden eyes rolling back into it head. It was all too much. I can't handle this.

If I stayed on this horse we would surely die. We couldn't shot them all down, but we could make a path. Before I could even think about reaching for my pistols I was yanked off the horse. I winced as my ankle twisted oddly. "Shit." I cursed as Rick landed beside me. We watched as the horse was ripped apart by the monsters.

I stood up. "Nows our chance to run." Rick said.

"Rick I can't run." I cried as I put pressure on my ankle. He looked at me scared. We were going to die. We were really going to die. The walkers started surrounding us. I walked with a hobble as I tried not to put too much pressure on my ankle. I put my blades out and started slicing their heads off, but I knew I would grow too tired to keep it up for long.

Rick didn't even have a single weapon thanks to the bag of guns resting by the horse. "Take my pistols. It's best we can do for now." I said. He looked at me before grabbing the two guns. He started firing off rounds, but I knew it would last for ever. My bullets were in my bag, which thankfully was still on my back.

"We need to make a run for the tank. You can't make it on your ankle and these guns won't last long. It's the only thing we can do!" Rick called. I gave a nod and started making path. We ran for the tank, as best as I could. I walker, grabbing my good foot from right from under me. I fell to the tough pavement, my teeth biting into my tongue and my nose hitting hard, luckily it didn't break, but there was going to be a nasty bruise later.

"Grace!" Rick shot the walker and pulled me to my feet. We slid under the tank. I was breathing heavily and looked from side to side. There was no way out from this. We were going to die.

"Oh god, oh god." Rick said whispering over and over again as a crawler started our way, swiping at our feet. I looked around desperate for any way out of this. Any way at all and that's when I found it.

"Rick!" I yelled out as the tank begun to get completely surrounded. I could a small open hatch. "We can do this! We just gotta get in!" I yelled as I started pulling myself through.

"Grace!"

"I'm fine, Rick. Come on. Quick!" I yelled down. He climbed up, walkers trying to pull him down, bu he shook them off and climbed inside, before slamming the hatch shut. I gave a sigh and crabbed walked to a wall before leaning against it. "Thank god." I said, my heart racing like crazy. I thought it was going to beat right out of my chest.

"Oh god." Rick said before the two of us started laughing. It wasn't funny. Not at all, but we were merely laughing at the fact that we had survived. For now anyways.

"We gotta find a way out of here. We can't stay in here with Mr. Rotter too long." Rick looked where I was and saw the decaying soldier laying there. Rick picked up the gun, but I stopped him.

"Too dangerous inside." I grabbed my knife from my boot and as the walker turned it's decaying face, snarling and hissing at me, I slammed it into it's forehead.

"Another hatch." Rick said putting up. "Maybe we can get out of here." He started opening it.

"Rick, don't they get-" Rotting arms reached for him. I didn't even need to look to know there were walkers along the top of this tank. Rick quickly closed the hatch.

"Or not." He muttered before sinking down. I knew he was afraid, hut what could we really do. I had sore ankle and he was using borrowed guns, leaving me with just a few blades. I closed my eyes. We were trapped here and as good as dead. Not a single supply in here except a full clip of bullets lying by the dead soldiers feet.

"Hey, you two" A voice said. "dumbasses."