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Author's Notes: Hello readers, this is HyRool again. I will be writing the story again since Ethereal Bliss decided to work on his FanFiction and wanted me to start writing again. For the readers who are reading this story for the first time or did not know about this before, Ethereal Bliss and I are writing back-to-back FanFics. Please check out Ethereal Bliss's story from this URL: s/10637252/1/The-Heart-of-the-Dead. If you have any OC suggestions, be sure to PM me, and I will see what I could do. Thank you for reading and enjoy!
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Daniel ran out of where he thought would have been Hell if he stayed any longer. After hours of waiting for the walkers to go away, he was finally out but with guilt and worry.
I couldn't warn Sam and Faith about this. Who knows what happened to them with that much walkers going towards their direction. If they were attacked by the horde and….. It would all be my fault. What the hell was I thinking?
Daniel started walking down the unknown street he was on. The buildings were barren with broken glass and blood all over the ground. There were no signs of survivors anywhere, but Daniel did see places that probably were used for shelters from the walkers. Still some of the windows were nailed down with wooden boards, traps were laid down on the ground, and there were more things that Daniel couldn't figure out what they were.
This place must have been pretty darn fortified. Probably the horde is the cause of this whole result. Maybe I could find some useful stuff for the group inside some of these buildings.
Daniel walked into the closest building to him. It was not as damaged and old compared to the other buildings near it. The lights for the living room were on, but it was dim and wasn't enough to light up the entire room. The living room was trashed with empty bullet shells and blood. There was one sleeping bag covered in dried blackish-red blood. The room smelled like an abandoned hospital. Daniel looked around the room and found nothing but a stair that led to other rooms upstairs. He started up the stairs and on his tenth step; he stepped on a small puddle of red blood. It was not dry or black like the ones he saw down at the living room but fresh red blood. The puddle was small enough to stay on the stairs and not fall on to the ground through the openings between each stairs. Daniel got on his knees to take a closer look at the blood.
It seems to me that the blood was spilled not that long ago. It shouldn't be like this if it was spilled long time ago. It's common sense. I didn't see any light or anyone who was walking around, not even a walker. Who is this blood from?
Filled with curiosity and horror, Daniel took quiet steps up the rest of the stairs. When Daniel was at the second floor of the house, he saw three rooms: one that was shut with its knob bent, one with its door separated from the room, and one with its door halfway open. The floor was filled with dry blood but also fresh red blood. A trail of blood led to the room with the door halfway open. Daniel held the rifle he had on his shoulders and pointed at the door as he slowly walked towards it. Sweat slowly ran down his right cheek and dropped to the floor. What would he find behind the door? There were no bodies on the floor that the blood could have spilled from. What if something popped out and attacked him? What is he going to do? With these questions in mind, Daniel got closer and closer to the door. He held the rifle high enough to shoot at a head of a walker. He grabbed the door knob and slowly opened it. The door opened with screeching sound and it revealed a very unpleasant sight. The room had blood spattered everywhere and a body lied on the floor with a black pistol dropped besides the right hand. The pistol was covered in the person's blood. The head was covered with short black hair, but blood was dripping from a hole on top.
This man must have shot himself to get himself out of misery. It must have been really hard for him to have come to this decision. Was he bitten by a walker?
Daniel flipped the body over and immediately he saw the huge bite mark on his left side of the stomach. He also had several other little bite marks on his body.
What if I have to shoot myself like this man? Will I be able to pull the trigger?
Daniel held the rifle on his shoulders with the strap and bent down to grab the pistol. He wiped the blood of the gun and looked at it more closely. It had an initial carved on the left side of the gun's handle: I.D.
What the heck. This could be my initial as well. I wonder what this man's name was…."
He held the pistol in his hand and walked out of the room. As he walked out one question came into his head.
If this man was bitten and hurt by a walker, where is the walker right now? I didn't see any dead bodies on the way…..
He quickly ran down the stairs and into the living room. He ran to the door to get out but slipped on a puddle of blood and twisted his left ankle.
"Fuck!" Daniel shouted, "why does the freaken puddle have to be there? I don't have time for this…."
Then Daniel heard it. The moaning of walkers nearby.
What the hell was I thinking shouting like that?
Daniel tried getting up from the ground but his twisted ankle held him down. He looked around him, and he saw the black forms of distance walkers. Daniel pulled out his rifle and looked at the walkers through the scope attached to the gun. There were a total of 3 walkers coming from the third floor of the house. Daniel put away the gun and started to crawl out of the house with pain running down his left leg. It was long until Daniel stopped in the street not too far from the house to take a rest for the pain in his leg to go away. He looked back at the house, and the walkers were not too far away from him.
Am I going to die here? Man, a pizza sounds good before I die…..
Daniel took out the pistol and rifle and looked at how many bullets he had left. The pistol had no ammo in the magazine and the rifle had 1.
One ammo left. Just great.
Daniel put back the magazine and aimed the rifle at the walker in the front. He shot his only bullet at the walker and the bullet tore apart the head. The body fell on the ground and the other two walkers stopped for a sec and continued to walk towards him.
Damn no more ammo, I twisted my ankle, and there are two walkers coming at me while I am defenseless. I shouldn't have smoked that weed earlier. Is this the end?
Daniel put down the guns and sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. He closed his eyes and waited for the walkers to come and finish him off. Suddenly, Daniel heard a gun fire from behind him and heard the sound of bodies falling to the ground. He opened his eyes and saw that the two walkers that were coming to kill him were on the floor with blood pouring out from their heads. Their heads were completely blown up from the shot. Daniel turned around to see the person who had just saved his life.
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Several Hours Before Sam's Group Left…
"They aren't going to come back for awhile. Stop worrying too much and come sit down Paul," said Joanne.
Paul looked out the window of the apartment one more time and slowly took a seat on the ground. Peter was lying down on the other side with a huge fever and sweats pouring down his face. Paul or the others did not even know how much time Peter had left before he turned into…. one of them.
"I hope they are ok out there. They shouldn't be outside looking for things until it gets dark. I think we should go look for them," said Paul anxiously.
"Paul, I get it that your little brother is out there, but just know that he is with Sam and Faith. Daniel should be fine with them," Joanne said as she wiped the sweat off of Peter's face. "What I am worried about is how much longer Peter has until he…."
"Turns into one of them."
"…..Yeah. What can we do to help him? I just don't want him to leave us like this."
"It was Peter's choice whether he wanted to go back to Philip or not. We will just have to do what is right when the time comes…."
"I guess so….."
Paul and Joanne sat there looking at Peter's sweaty face. His face looked like he was in so much pain. Sweats dripped down his face unstop, and he sometimes screamed in pain.
"It must be tough trying to fight back the virus that is trying to take over his mind," said Paul as he got up. "I don't think he will last much longer."
"Don't say things like that. Let's have faith that this will get better soon," said Joanne.
Paul walked out of the room and met Eddie and Andrew working on the last window that needed covering.
"You guys are working hard, thanks," said Paul as he walked out of the apartment.
"Welcome, but where are you going at this time? Sam and the others are already out there looking for things we could use," said Eddie as he hammered a nail.
"I'm going out there to look for them. They should have been back by now. It's getting too late now."
"That's true, but it's not very smart or safe to go out there by yourself," said Andrew.
"Don't worry about me and finish the work. If I call you with my phone, make sure you pick up."
"Ok…. just be careful out there. Like you said, it's getting late."
Paul walked out of the apartment and heard Eddie say to Andrew,
"I still think it's dangerous for Paul to go out there searching for them."
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Paul walked down to Daniel with a pistol in his hand. Paul put the gun away in his belt and came in front of Daniel.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the others back at the apartment?" asked Daniel as he struggled to get to his feet.
Paul helped him up and said, "I would have been if you guys didn't make me worry so much. It's getting dark now. Where is Sam and Faith?"
Daniel couldn't look at Paul in the eyes. What was he going to tell him? Is he going to tell Paul that he doesn't know what happened to the two because he was busy smoking weed?
"Why aren't you answering my question? Where are they?"
"They….. I don't know what happened to them," said Daniel without looking at Paul's face. "I was separated from them because of a horde of walkers. I waited them out but was attacked by three other walkers while I was searching for useful things."
"You don't know where they are? Are you serious?"
"Yeah…. sorry."
Paul turned around and looked out at the road he took to get to Daniel. The sun was setting and time was running out for them to get back. They couldn't stay out here for much longer, they had to go back.
"Can you walk?" Paul asked.
"I don't know but I think I will be able to with your help."
"Ok, we have to get out of here before sun falls completely," said Paul as he put his arm around Daniel's left shoulder. "We will just have to hope that Sam and Faith will be safe until tomorrow when we could search for them."
Paul and Daniel started on their way back to the apartment before darkness filled the world completely.
I guess that the end of the chapter. I thank all the readers who continue to read even though my writing is not that good. I hope you will continue to read and if you have any suggestions or ideas for me please PM me. Thank you so much!