i had to delete and edit this chapter again because my stupid computer kept skipping words and wouldn't let me fix it. Sorry bout that.
I sprinted through he woods. Tears flooded my eyes. Away, I need away. I began to regret leaving but I couldn't go back. The blazing sun and my exhaustion forced me to stop. I was a good 3 miles away now and I zig zagged around hopefully, that could make me hard to track.
I fell on to a pile of leaves. I sat there for a minute sobbing, then a hand grabbed my boot from the leaves followed by a growl. A walkers face rose from the leaves and lunged towards me. I rolled away and grabbed my knife from my pocket. It lunged towards and I dodged it but lost my footing. I feel down and lost my knife in a pile pileof leaves. He came up on me but I pushed him away and scattered through the leaves for my knife. Finally, I found it then I stood up and teared through his rotten skull. It stopped struggling to get me and laid limp on the ground. I stopped and caught my breath, this time scanning where I sat with my eyes making sure it was safe. I got up and kept walking.
After about walking 4 more miles, I found a small barn. It was a good place to stop. There were buckets full of rain water out side. There wasn't much left though, most was evaporated by the hot sun. I took one inside the barn.
The air inside as thick and dusty. I look left and right. I gasp out of shock. There must of been a survivor there or awhile. There were about 4 unopened cans of food, each on had a thick layer of dust on top. Next to that, there was a rolled out sleeping bag and pillow, covered in mud and a empty water bottle. They must have been gone for awhile. I pick up the pillow to throw it out, I couldn't sleep there knowing someone who's gone slept there. A small picture falls out the case and onto the floor. I pick it up wiping the dust off with my sleeve. A young boy with red hair was smiling with a older man with dark brown hair. They must have been father and son because they shared many traits. I couldn't look at it for to long it was too sad. I threw the pillow and sleeping bag out behind the barn and made a fire.
It took me awhile to figure out. Luckily, the sticks I used to start it were dry enough to light up. I boiled the water from the pails and sat there for awhile.
How did I make it? I'm a skinny little girl that can't even sleep at night, how did I escape the monsters outside. I just sat on one and almost killed myself, how'd I make it outside with out anyone? I begged to be in that group, and just to leave? Was it worth it? I drifted away with these thoughts in my head.
"Carl?" I say getting up out of my position on the floor. I opened the barn doors to see who walked into my barn, I was almost positive it was Carl, the sheriff's hat gave it away. The light shined on him revealing a huge wound on his eye. What once was a blue, sad eye now was a lump of red gush. "Carl!" And then, as if the sounds of my words was a trigger he vanished.
"It's not real," a voice from the corner of the barn creaked. "None of this is." I soon recognized the child. It was the boy from the photo.
"Wake up," he whispered. I shot up from my position on the ground and grabbed and clenched my shirt. I broke out into uncontrollable sobs and shook. I shouldn't have left. Maybe something happened to them because I left. He was my friend and I just ran, they were all my friends and I left. I stood up and began pacing around the barn for a good 5 hours.
It was past daylight when I finally stopped to eat. I finished the can I opened last night and looked out side. I stop myself before totally exposing myself out side. I see a man laying against a tree crying, smoking a cigarette. I recognize the cross bow beside him, Daryl.
I have to stop myself from running out and begging him to welcome me back into the group. They wouldn't let me back. I ran from them. I sighed and watched him until he left.