Chapter 1 – We Both Died that Day
There was so much blood. It was all over her hands, dripping through the webbing of her shaky fingers. Her breathing was quick. Her head was spinning as her blue eyes were directed to the body in front of her. The small blonde girl's body was mangled. Intestines that spilled out of her ripped opened body were painted with red. Her chest slightly rose and fell.
She was still alive.
Brooklyn softly stroked her little sister's face with tears streaming down her face. A sickening gurgling came from her throat as blood bubbled from her pale lips. Brooklyn was now crying loudly, the salty tears falling onto her sister's motionless body. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her sister, Madison, was all that she had left and Brooklyn knew what she had to do. Once Madison passed away, It was only a matter of time when she would come back.
Heavily pulling her handgun from the back pocket of her jeans, she bit her lip until she tasted the metallic tang from blood.
She was going to be alone in this horrible world.
Brooklyn raised the barrel of the gun to Madison's head.
"I love you, Madison," she whispered.
She was going to be alone.
Completely alone.
With an earsplitting gunshot, her world shattered into nothing. Warm blood splatted across her skin and clothes. Then there re was silence.
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It was so quiet.
The distant gunshot grabbed Rick and Daryl's attention. They pulled their horses' reins, making them pause on the trail. Surrounding birds scattered from the sound and Daryl's dark blue eyes trailed around the nearby trees. They were too far from the prison to hear any type of noise, which meant someone was nearby. Rick turned to Daryl. "We're too far from prison to hear anything," Rick said, repeating Daryl's thought.
Daryl nodded. "It came from the east. Not too far…maybe a mile. We're not too far from Sharpsburg. It wouldn't surprise me if people are still there," he added and Rick lightly kicked the horse's side.
Daryl did the same.
Both horses took off, Their hooves thundered against the dirt and fallen pine straw. A cigarette was between Daryl's lips, letting smoke trail behind him and his horse. Deep in his mind, he was hoping there wasn't going to be any people to be found. The last thing he wants to deal with is other people's bullshit. All he wanted to find was food, medicine, and perhaps more cigarettes.
He only four left.
Today was oddly hot, seeing as they were coming out of winter. But then again, it was Georgia…It's as bi-polar as a PMSing woman. His sleeveless shirt clung to his back with sweat. Luckily, the not all the bugs had returned just yet. But hopefully, it'll go back to being colder.
He's just too fucking tired of the heat.
Author's Note: Sorry if the first chapter is really short, but like I said before I have finals. UGH. Please leave some feed back! Thanks!
~Salem