We've been driving for two days and haven't found anywhere that's relatively safe. We barely made it out of our own neighborhood cause of all the 'walkers'. "The truck's overheatin'. I need to turn it off for a bit." Uncle Merle mumbled, obviously displeased. We sat there for what felt like forever until I suddenly got the urge to look out the window. What I saw made me burst into tears. There, walking towards the truck was Megan.. she was a walker. She started weakly banging on the truck door as she stared at me with her white, dead eyes. "D-Dad.." I squeaked as I crawled away from the window, trying my best not to stare into her eyes. He came into the back of the truck with me and held me close. "Don't look at her." Uncle Merle got out of the truck to put her out of her misery. I hid my face in dad's chest as he stabbed her through the eye. There wasn't even a sound when she fell and hit the ground, there was just silence. He came back inside and he was holding her necklace. My necklace technically since she stole it from me when we were little but I let her keep it anyways.
"Want this?" He asked and I nodded, taking it and putting it on. I missed this necklace but at least I got to see it every day at school since she never took it off. Now that I have it, it's like a little piece of her is physically with me. Dad got back in the passenger seat as uncle Merle started the truck and we set off to hopefully, find someplace to stay. Finally after another three days of driving we found an old abandoned house in the middle of nowhere that reminded me of our house. Uncle Merle searched the house for any walkers and it was safe. The windows were boarded up and the doors were secure so it would be a good place to stay for now considering we can't just drive forever.
I grabbed my backpack and went inside, my eyes immediately seeing more food. Someone must have left it! Dad closed the front door and locked it causing most of the light in the house to dissipate quickly. The windows provided very little to no light as they were boarded up tightly. We opened a can of what looked to be carrots and we each took a granola bar. It tasted heavenly and was the closest thing to a meal I've had in a while. Dad didn't eat very much though and he seemed on edge for some reason but I just thought that he was nervous and wanted to get going again. "Why don't you get some sleep. We'll wake you up later." Uncle Merle smiled at me, noticing the dark bags under my eyes and my exhausted expression. I haven't slept for so long since I've been too afraid to but now I feel genuinely safe enough to at least lay down for a bit. I walked over to a couch that was in the corner of the room and laid down, pulling one of the small decorative pillows under my head. "Goodnight" I mumbled before falling into a deep sleep.
I woke up hearing strange growling and hissing noises. Did an animal somehow get in the house? I quickly came out of my half asleep state as I recognized the noises. Walkers! I looked around to see their silhouettes through cracks in the boarded up windows. They had surrounded the house. "Dad!" I yelled, grabbing my backpack and the rest of the food and water that was on the kitchen table. I pulled out my bow and quiver just as dad and uncle Merle came rushing into the living room. "We have to get out now! When you get out just run and keep runnin', don't stop until you know that the walkers ain't followin' you." The walkers broke through the back door just as dad was shoving me through one of the windows he opened and cleared. "Go Anna!" He yelled, tears streaming down his face. As much as I wanted to scream 'no' back at him and stay, I knew that if I didn't leave I might be putting him in more danger. So I ran and ran, not looking back at the horrific scene that I left my uncle and dad in. I hadn't seen dad cry like that in a long time and it scared me.
I eventually had to stop and I had gotten far enough away from the house that the herd probably lost me. There was a lone walker coming towards me and I stabbed it over and over, in a fit of rage. I wanted to yell out but all I could do was keep stabbing it until I fell to the ground, crying uncontrollably, saying 'dad' over and over. I suddenly stopped crying, my mind yelling at me saying that I need to be strong. There's no room for crying in this world anymore so I just have to get stronger, whether I do that in a group or alone, I would do it. From now on, I will no longer be some innocent and weak 14 year old girl. I'm a Dixon and I need to start acting like one. Dixon's are tough, strong willed and not weak mentally or physically.