[Trippy]

(I would just like to say that I've been reading the fan fictions on here, and I found myself writting this one night. It's a small piece that is purposely left open. I have never written something in this nature before, but I needed to get this story out of my head and into words. If you do read it, I would love to hear your thoughts on it. I found that I enjoyed writing this, and it would be nice to see how I could improve. Thank you very much!)

It's easy to say that everyone has a story. Where they're from, who they are, who they want to be...every single person does. But now, none of that matters. Those stories that used to seem so full of hardships are nothing compared to what we deal with now. 

There are new stories that are told, shared with people you might not really know. No one cares, though. Seeing a living human and being able to recall your tale to them, it's almost like a blessing. A blessing that I don't take a part in. 

I watched as an insult of a man, Alan, was sharing his story with a small woman named Melissa. Alan was about 5'11", with stocky build and an exceptional beer gut. He seemed to charm others, but I hated the man. 

The only reason he was alive is because of me. We both found ourselves running in the same direction from the danger, and somehow we ended up in the same vehicle. The time he opened his mouth to tell me what had happened to him, I knew he was nothing but a liar.

I listened as he continued on with Melissa, and I had already heard several mistakes in his story. He had now made his tale much more dramatic, and it wasn't hard to see that Melissa was falling for it, actual tears were flowing down her face. 

The version he was sharing now, was far from the version I heard. Alan's wife and two children had been making dinner when he had walked into the kitchen. He said they had prepared simple meal of steak and broccoli. Halfway through the meal, the bashing on the door began. Alan's wife had hurriedly went to the door, and the rest of the family followed. When she opened the door, the walker had already lunged and took a bite at her. Alan told me he had tried to help, but it was impossible. All of his family but him had died, in a nutshell. 

I knew he was lying because first, he never wore a wedding band. He also never told me his kid's names, but now they're were "Lucy" and "David". There was too many holes in the plot for my taste, and nothing added up. 

After hearing it so many times, and it was different every single time, I knew my doubts were correct. Nobody else cared, because they would only listen once, and that was enough for them. But not for me. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Alan was finished with his story, and had now strolled over to me. I decided to just say something because the silenced seemed awkward. 

"Melissa knows now?" I asked. She was probably the last to hear it. All fifteen of us had listened at different times, different places. Now she can tell people she had listened, in my opinion, to the biggest bullshit story ever in a fenced in area behind a gas station. It was only Alan and I now, and I hoped it would only be me in a moment. 

Alan sighed after a moment, clearly not looking shaken up after his "tear jerking story". "Yeah, sometimes I wished she hadn't. Y'know, so soon after she lost Will."

Our group had lost Will, Melissa's husband, a week ago. He had run out, being completely oblivious, and got himself bit. We found him with a note and gun in his hand, dead and not coming back. Melissa had been strong for awhile, but lost control a few days go. She seemed to be coping, now. Yet, it baffled me as to why Alan would tell her his sob story at this moment, when she had just started to appear to be regaining herself. 

"Mhmm," I mumbled, thinking that the end of the convo would have Alan make his exit. He seemed to believe that I was his best friend here, when it was actually the polar opposite. I had no respect for liars, but I didn't let it show. 

Suddenly, a scream broke out from inside the gas station. Damn, I thought, we have only been here for twenty minutes and Adrianne had already caused something. I stood up, and decided that I would be the one to deal with her, since I always did. 

I stumbled into the store, to find the group huddled in a circle, with two people in the center. Great, Adrianne and Holly. Cat fight. 

"Would you stop yelling, or do you want every freakin' walker coming in on this place?" I hissed. It got their attention, just as I wanted. "What's the problem?"

"Adrianne is," Holly snapped. "She's saying that I need to do more work, when all of us combined do more than her!"

"You bitch, you don't do shit," Adrianne fired back. She had the face of a model, but a mouth of a sailor. I always had found Holly more attractive, but it didn't matter. 

"We don't have time for this," I glared at both of them. "If you have a problem, talk to Terry." Terry was our leader, and I suppose he was on lookout. Terry was big, lethal, and intelligent. He had something that the entire group lacked, common sense. Almost on cue, he had walked in, and that's when I headed for the door. 

The front of the station wasn't exactly paradise, but it beat sitting around inside and watching women fight over the simplest things. I rolled my eyes as I walked to the car that I now considered mine. I opened the door to find my pack safely inside, and my weaponry, too. I always kept a pistol and a knife on me, but the big stuff was in here. I had a revolver, a few melee weapons, and the trusty shotgun I had found in an old farmhouse. I hadn't used it yet, but I knew I wouldn't unless I was in some deep shit. 

I closed the door, and looked out at the surrounding area. Hills were just about everywhere, with random forests here and there. There was a clearing with a field in front of me, and I could spot three or four walkers. They were far enough away that they didn't seem to notice me, but god forbid if they heard that scream. Their eyesight and brain might not be that reliable, but their damn ears were. I was glad we hadn't alerted a herd. But, as luck would have it, I spoke too soon. 

Gunshots rang out from the store. It started off with just one, and two more followed. I heard yelling and screaming from men and women alike, and I didn't dare turn around. I was already in survival mode. I climbed into my truck, and closed the door. I hesitated for a moment, the hero in me wanted to rush in and save the people from inside, but I looked outside and saw the walkers heading towards our location, as well as some new followers. I glanced at the gas station door, and utter chaos rushed out of it. 

Melissa was screaming, running for Will's old pickup, and a man by the name of Samuel had his gun in hand behind her. Terry came out next, aiming his gun at Sam. I hadn't realized that I shouted a warning at him, but it was too late. Terry had fired one shot, and put Samuel down. Anger pulsed though me. I had liked him, he was there for Melissa when she needed him, and helped the group out on a regular basis. Now our leader of this group just killed him? I don't know what went down in the gas station, but that didn't seem right. Before I could compose my self, I already had put the vehicle in to gear, and had hit Terry while he was walking over to Sam's body. Adrenaline was rushing though me, and I don't exactly remember everything. All I know is that Melissa had climbed into my car, and we were gone, only leaving a wonderful herd of walkers in our place.

Edited by Trippy, 20 April 2012 - 10:56 PM.

[Ciggy]

This was really good! I loved how you left a cliffhanger at the end. It's a quick read that drew me in and had points of humor as well. I hope you post more.

[Trippy]

Oh, wow! That really means a lot, considering that I literally just read some of your FF. I'm really enjoying it.

I do plan on writing more, I actually have, but I'm just going over it some more. (I'm a bit of a perfectionist.)

But really, thank you!

[Ciggy]

Trippy, on 21 April 2012 - 12:27 AM, said:

Oh, wow! That really means a lot, considering that I literally just read some of your FF. I'm really enjoying it.

I do plan on writing more, I actually have, but I'm just going over it some more. (I'm a bit of a perfectionist.)

But really, thank you!

You're welcome. It's hard for me to keep up with other writer's because I'm always fluttering around or trying to write my own stories but yours was like a one-shot, so that helped a lot. I could read it fast!

You have the makings of something really good. I understand about wanting it to be perfect but don't let it stop you from getting the story out. I've made that mistake in the past. I would go over my lines as I wrote them and two hours would go by and I'd have one paragraph. Sufficed to say, I was never able to finish a story and became discouraged. When I stopped doing that, I started having fun again and actually finished stuff. *lol* Anyway, I'll stop rambling. Keep up the great work!

-Ciggy

[Trippy]

Here's the next part. It may not be perfect, but oh well!



We had only been driving a maximum of three minutes when Melissa broke down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her turn towards the window and silently let out her tears. I honestly felt bad for her in so many ways. She has lost everything in such a short period of time. Sam was a friend of Will's,  and he was all she had left. I reached into the glove box, and handed her some tissues. 

"Thank you," she managed before blowing her nose. I nodded a response. 

After she was taken care of, I delved deep into my thoughts. From now on, it seemed to be that it would be just the two of us. I wasn't comfortable about this. I had always been a "lone wolf", and people did not please me. I had trouble getting along with others, and I always had my guard up. But now, I didn't have any choice, I was stuck with a broken woman. 

Another big problem, I couldn't handle fragile people. I had enough trouble forming sentences from my jumbled thoughts, but having to control all of my words? I wouldn't be able to handle that. I shook the negative thoughts away. 

I knew we had to get somewhere safe for the night, and it was only mid-afternoon. We had time before the sun went down, so we could find and secure a place. Maybe then when we settled down, she could explain what had happened. 

Her calm voice interrupted my thinking. "We have a follower."

"Wha-?" was my intelligent response. I turned around and saw a black pickup truck trailing behind us. I recognized the truck instantly, it was Terry's. "Oh shit."

"Don't worry, it's not him. I believe it's Alan," she stated. "But that may not be any better."

"So, you don't like him either, eh? Well, I guess I should pull over," I replied, obviously not sounding too happy about the situation. Melissa gave me a curt nod. 

I pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road, and as it caught up, the window rolled down to show Alan. "We might not want to stay here for long," he said. 

I heard Melissa say, "Obviously," and I stifled a laugh. "That would seem so. I suggest we find a place for the night, and maybe when it's secure, you two can explain what happened."

Alan stared at me for a long time. "You might not really want to know, but okay. Sounds like a plan. The first place you see, let's take it."

I nodded. "Follow close behind, buddy." I almost smirked at the last statement, I truly wanted him far away, but too late. 

I drove ahead, scanning the area for any place that could be of use. We were in farm county, completely surrounded by farmlands. I saw the occasional walker, but it was almost like the place was deserted. After about a half an hour of driving, Melissa spotted a place. 

"Over there, that barn," she pointed to a sole barn out in a field. It was big, and red with white doors. It seemed okay to me. 

"Alright, nice eye. My only fear is that there's gonna be a bunch of walkers inside, or around the perimeter. Just to be safe, you might want to grab a weapon from the back," I gestured towards the back as I was speaking. "Don't use a gun, it'd be too risky. There's a bat back there, maybe you could use it?"

"I did play softball," she smiled when I looked at her. "When I was younger."

"Excellent. I could never make good use of it, always preferred a blade." I made a signal for Alan, and we pulled in on dirt road that lead towards the barn. I waited for Alan to pull up next to us and told him the plan. He showed his opinion with a grunt, it sounded like he wasn't too pleased. I had only seen him kill one walker, but that's being polite. I had knocked it over, and all he did was shoot. 

As I climbed out, I also looked around to check for walkers, but we seemed to be clear. It was bizarre, and quiet. I swallowed as I remembered the saying, "The calm before a storm."

I didn't let any of my fear show, as I approached the barn. With knife in my hand, I yanked open the doors. 

My eyes were expecting to find something a bit more threatening, but all that I could see we're just two walkers standing there. Just two! I was mentally preparing myself for a dangerous encounter after all the eerie signs given off, and this was all it was. I knew I shouldn't be complaining, but living in this new world, it was hard to not think of the worse. 

I let out my breathe, after realizing I had been holding it, and made my advance towards the walker closest to me. It reeked of death, which is an understatement. Even after all of this time the smell still gets to me. This walker was particular gruesome. It turned as it heard my brisk footsteps approaching it. It's lips had completely decomposed, revealing it's rotten teeth. It let out a snarl as it noticed I was a potential meal. I didn't even let it take a step. I thrusted the knife into its skull, and after a twist of my wrist, I yanked the knife back out. The finally lifeless corpse fell to the floor. 

I almost had forgotten about the other walker, but I suppose after I went after one of the creatures, Melissa took the initiative to take down the other. She was now beating the walker with the bat until the body was unresponsive. I noticed a tear or two running down her cheek, but I understood it. I had been emotional for my first walker kills as well. It's different now, because I have seen many people die because of them. 

We were finally able to take in what the barn looked like. It was a sturdy structure with an upper floor. The ground was covered in hay, and there was a few slots for animals to stay in, but it was empty besides for the walker bodies. Man, did it smell, though. 

Alan was the first to speak. "I s'pose this is good enough for the night. Might as well toss the bodies, they are sure giving off a stench."

"The smell will still linger. Only God knows how long they've been in here," Melissa added. 

"Well, I don't have any gloves to put on. I'm not going to touch them without some," I said, suddenly regretting it. I sounded like a wuss, and I didn't want to portray myself as one. 

"We're in luck," Alan said with a huge grin. "Terry's truck is stocked. Supplies, weapons, food, and gloves."

I could almost hear my stomach growl. I remembered that Terry carried just about everything in his truck. Maybe Alan wasn't completely useless. 

"Good job on your part. You probably picked the best vehicle," I didn't enjoy praising him, but every man needs it once in awhile. "Let's get rid of these fellows, and set up camp."

As Alan and I threw the bodies out of the barn and into the field, Melissa drove the trucks inside. The barn had a sliding door with only one entrance, and it was decided that we would hear something before anything could actually get to us. I wasn't fond of the idea of not having watches, but we were all tired, and our bodies couldn't handle it. It was Alan that offered we should sleep in the trucks. 

"Might be a bit more comfortable," Alan shrugged. "I could sleep in Terry's and since that truck has two rows of seats, you two could each sleep on one." Melissa and I agreed. 

After a bit of setting everything up, we found ourselves eating some canned fruit. Melissa was sitting in the back seat of my truck, Alan was leaning against the side, and I was standing in front of them. We were silent as we ate, and when we were finished, I spoke my mind. 

"I don't mean to be blunt, but what the hell happened?" I looked at both of them, waiting for some answers. 

Alan coughed, obviously not wanting to explain anything. Melissa then sighed and began. 

"After you left, Adrianne and Holly kept on going. Terry was trying real hard to calm them down, but it was pointless. I then cut in, and said something about this being stupid and we should all be focused. Adrianne then said, 'We should be focused? Who was the bitch not working, mourning over her pussy-assed husband?' That's when Sam stepped in," Melissa then sniffed, but stayed strong. "They got in a scuffle. Language was used, harsh comments, and so on. Then, a gun was fired..." She trailed off, and I was about to tell her that she didn't need to continue. I could piece everything else together, but Alan picked up where she left off. 

"Basically, Adrianne made an advance on Sam and Melissa. Sam shot his gun, and it hit her in the arm. She stopped, but he shot two more, and she was done. I guess you know the rest. "

I looked at the ground as I took it all in. I knew the group was dumb, but this? This exceeded that. A small disagreement, and someone died because of it, maybe even multiple people. We all had no idea what happened to them. 

I finally looked up and saw Melissa crying. "I'm so sorry," was all I could say. I didn't know how to comfort her, and neither did Alan. 

"I'll be fine," she said after a second. "I'm a big girl."

Awkwardly, Alan walked towards Terry's, well I suppose it belonged to Alan now, truck. "I'm gonna get some sleep. You two should, too. We've got a big day tomorrow with a lot to figure out." And with that he went to sleep. 

Melissa and I did the same. She took the back seat, and I took the front. I dozed off in minutes, although I wasn't completely comfortable. I fell into the world of dreams, only to be awoken by the quiet sobs of Melissa. 

[Operational Security]

Good Story! I hope you continue to post

[Ciggy]

Another great update! Seems like our protagonist is warming up to Alan.

[Trippy]

I've never been good at making people feel better. I always chose to keep my feelings hidden, not letting anyone in. Even though it might now do much, I decided to give it a shot. 

"Melissa," I whispered into the dark. I could her hear sniffling and making an effort to stop her tears. 

"Yes?" she whispered back. 

"Uhm, I heard you crying and I just wanted to know if you needed anything," I began to think that that sounded too weird, but I couldn't rewind. 

"This might sound completely rude, but I have no idea who you are, or who you were," her response shocked me. I only ever recall giving my name out once for a group, but I never gave anymore information than that. I always had kept to myself. "I would like to get to know you."

I didn't know how to answer. I tried to figure out how I was going to word everything, and after taking a moment to plan it all out, I began telling my story. 

"My name is Desmond O'Connor. I used to live on the east coast of Virginia. I went to college and worked as a bartender. I-I feel like this sounds stupid," I could feel my cheeks getting hot, and was thankful for the darkness. 

"No, please. Keep going," she had a tone to her voice that sounded like curiosity. 

"Uh, okay. Well, the night everything went to hell, it was just another night at the pub. You see, my dad was Irish, and our family owned the pub I worked at. Anyway, it was like any other night. We weren't too busy, but it wasn't slow either. The TV's were set to the news, and we were watching the reports on the strange virus, or..whatever you call it. That's when it stumbled in. Everyone suspected it to be a drunk that decided he wanted more to drink. Well, he wasn't. He took down one of the regulars, and even more entered the pub. I ran, out of fear. You wouldn't believe how many deaths I saw that night." I stopped for bit, letting it all sink in. My emotions from that night were flowing back inside of me. I hated it. It made me feel weak. 

"I remember when it happened, no one forgets it. Will," she paused at his name. "He was already packing when I woke up after a nap. I didn't get a chance to see anything, we had left in such a rush. We ended up with different groups, and different people. And well, now I'm here. I'm glad I didn't see any of the first days, and I'm sorry you did, Des."

She called me Des, the same name my sister used to call me, before she was eaten alive. I didn't say that part to her, and I never would be able to. Melissa hissed a command at me. 

"Please kill me, Des," this statement shocked me more than the first. "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be with Will, Sam, my parents..." she broke off, and I believe she was waiting for my response. 

I was absolutely speechless. She wanted to die, to end her life for good. What scared me the most was that I understood her thought process. I never was the religious type, but I knew that if someone did die, they wouldn't have to live in this messed up world. 

"I-I don't know what you want me to say. I can't take someone's life," I whispered. It was almost like I was saying it to myself instead of directly to her. 

"Do it before I change my mind. I'm telling you to do it," she began to beg. "Des, please. I know what I'm doing." She was now sitting herself up, and as she did, I did as well. 

"That's still assisted suicide. I wouldn't be able to live with myself," I looked at her face in the dark. I didn't know what her facial expression was, and I didn't really want to. 

"If you don't do it, I will," Melissa climbed out of the back seat and I could see the gun in her hand. 

"Melissa! Think about what you're doing," I tried to stay quiet, but the desperation was overpowering me. I didn't want her to die, I didn't want anyone else to die. "You can't do this to Will!" I had climbed out of the truck as well, and I was standing face to face to her. 

"I don't have Will anymore. He left me," she snapped.  

"He did it to protect you, he was bit...he didn't want you to see him like that," I was rushing through my words. "He wouldn't want you to do this."

Melissa then walked up to me, and reached up on her tip toes to kiss me gently on the forehead. She pulled away and whispered, "I'm not cut out for this world. I need to do this. I don't want to become one of them." She put the gun in my hand, and took a few steps back. "Please, Des."

I stared this women in front of me, begging for me to take her life. She was the past the edge; she was beyond the point of repair. If I didn't do this, she would find out another way to get the job done. 

She whispered one last time, "Do it quick." I pictured her closing her eyes, and clenching her fists. 

I raised the gun, and had it pointed towards the outline of her head. I held the gun up for what seemed like forever. I can't believe that this was about to happen. I looked at where her eyes would have been, and whispered, "Please forgive me."

Edited by Trippy, 21 April 2012 - 02:39 AM.

[BitBrit]

I'm hooked.

Great beginning.

[That Guy]

I love Alan.

[DeadCave]

+1 on all three installments... See what happens when you try ... good job! Looking forward to the rest...

[the Walkin Dude]

Trippy, good start, hooked here keep them coming.

[Trippy]

Wow, thank you so much guys! I really appreciate it.

(This part was hastily written, and I had way too many ideas flowing through my head. So enjoy it, if you can.)

I tossed the gun in the direction of Alan, and the sound of the gun hitting  his hand confirmed his catch. He had appeared after I climbed out of the truck. He was carrying a lamp with red bulbs, and Melissa somehow didn't see it.

Alan had walked over towards us, and I could now see that Melissa had fallen to the floor and was curled up in a ball. I looked at Alan hopelessly, and he had the same facial expression I did. Fear. This woman could break at any second, and there wasn't anything we could do about it. 

When she screamed, I knew that she had lost her mind completely. She was babbling nonsense, and it made her sound possessed. She was nonresponsive, and she kept on screaming. 

In a matter of seconds, three things happened. Alan had aimed the gun,
fired, and grabbed me. The shot rang out, but Melissa's screams didn't. 

"You listen to me. Grab your pack and weapons and get in the fucking car," he shook me once, and I nodded. When he let me go, I stumbled from the shock, but did as I was told. I emptied the vehicle of my belongings, and threw them into Alan's. He had already slid open the barn door, and was now climbing into the truck. The early morning sky lit up the barn, and I saw Melissa's body on the ground. 

We pulled out of the barn, and drove onto the main road. I hadn't realized I was shaking until Alan said something. 

"Calm down, because if you don't, I'll surely lose it," he snapped. 

"Lose it?! You shot her! You fucking shot her!" I shouted. All the anger I ever had for this man was exploding out, and I didn't plan on stopping it. 

"Yeah, I did. And you don't need to yell. I'm right here, dammit."

"So you don't even care? You just killed a woman-"

He cut me off. "She was begging for it. If we didn't do it, she'd surely do it later. I took care of the problem."

That's when I lost control. "Alan, you're the biggest piece of shit left on this earth. You're a lazy, good for nothing, murderer."

Silence filled the car, and I could hear both of our hearts pumping fast, with testosterone pulsing through our blood. He shook his head after a few breathes. 

"I lied for a good reason." Well, at least he admits to it. 

I exhaled slowly, trying to cool myself off. "Why?" I finally asked. 

"To protect myself. I'm a selfish man, and I wanted to live. If I told people who I really was, no one would keep me around," he looked over at me before continuing. "Now, please. Get over that girl and listen to me."

I glanced over at him, and mumbled "Okay."

"You know my name, that much is true. I've never been married or had children. I never wanted that shit." He paused, and I wasn't sure if he wanted me to respond. I gave him a shake of my head and he continued. "I lived simply. I was lonely, but other than that, I was happy. I owned a construction business with a friend from high school. We both dropped out and followed in our father's footsteps. Everything went great for a long time. Then my friend back stabbed me. He took all the money slowly from our company over the years, and left me bankrupt. So, I killed him."

I heard myself swallow, and I knew Alan did, too. "You've killed before," I stated. 

He laughed, "O'course I did, I just told you that shit. Man, you really aren't that bright." He laughed once more. "Listen to me. I don't want you thinking that I enjoy killing, because believe me, I don't. It's not for me. But I did shoot that man, and I never got caught. This whole outbreak covered it up."

When he finished speaking, I knew that I was always right about this man. He was a liar, but he fit in this world quite well. It's why he hasn't died. He's played it smart, pretending to be a weak father, and others would watch out for him. But from now on, I wouldn't let him play that card. Alan and I were now partners, and we would do this my way. 

"No more killing the living," I said aloud. 

"I can agree to that," he replied. "But, I must make an amendment to that. If we're gonna be together in this, you have to trust me. We only kill the living if necessary."

I looked over at him, and he glanced back. After thinking it over, I came to an conclusion. 

"Alan, I feel like we'll work well together."

[That Guy]

I'm still loving Alan.

[Trippy]

I'm a fan of Alan, too.

I'm debating on whether I should keep adding small little installments that I can write quickly, or maybe try writting longer installments. Let me all know what you would like. (:


As I sat in the passenger seat of Alan's truck, eating a can of peaches, I watched the sky. It was a clear day, and I would have considered it nice, if we hadn't just cleared out a store from walkers. We had stopped to check if there was anything of use, but instead we found the store looted, and filled with some undead guys. 

It had been over a week since Alan and I had left the group. We had now found out that we were somewhere in South Carolina. I wanted to turn around and head back north. There seemed to more and more walkers the farther south we went. Alan argued that we were just close to city, and while that was valid, I didn't think it was the only reason. 

Surprisingly, Alan and I worked well together. We were both quiet, only talking if necessary. An occasional joke was cracked, and we both had a sense of humor. I liked this Alan, the real Alan, and I was beginning to think that he liked me. 

I had told him about myself, the same as I did with Melissa. I left out the emotional parts, and he understood where I was coming from. He also had fled the city with the initial outbreak started. His friends had been killed, and he had no reason to stick around. 

Alan had return from his bathroom break, and I tossed the can into the truck bed. We still had plenty of food, though gas could become an issue later. Aside from that, we were doing pretty good. Our ammunition was more than enough. Besides, we both weren't fans of the noise guns created. 

"So," Alan started. He had a bit of blood of his shirt, and I was sure I did, too. We were both excessively dirty. "We haven't really established on where we're goin'. I doubt that we can just keep on the move forever, and I'm dying for a bath."

"Yeah, I definitely could use a bath. And a bed." I smiled as I remembered the luxuries everyone used to have. They weren't consider luxuries then, but the dead weren't walking around then, either. 

"Ah, a bed. I forgot what those felt like," Alan trailed off, obviously thinking about one. We had been sleeping in the truck. One would stay up and keep watch, and we would switch off. It worked mostly because there was only two of us, and didn't have much to worry about. 

I decided to answer the original statement that Alan made. "I think we should head north."

"Des, I told you. It don't matter of we go north, south, east, or west. Walkers are walkers, and the lot of them will be near populated areas." He had taken to calling me 'Des' because 'Desmond' was too long. "I suggest we just get away from those kind of areas, and find some place we can hunker down in."

"Two men? Living in once place? That's not strange," the two of us chuckled at my response. 

"Hey, maybe we find ourselves some nice ladies, then it wouldn't be too bad," He smiled. He was still hoping that there were more people out there, surviving. I wasn't doubtful, but I didn't think that all those people would be like us. "They've got to be out there somewhere."

I nodded to show that I was listening. Alan continued to mumble about something, probably about where we'd head next, but my voice brought him to attention. 

"Walkers, four of them," I stated, and pointed at them. Alan jerked his head 
towards the back of the truck, and I followed behind him. 

We were behind a drug store, and had already dealt with at least ten walkers today. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised at the amount of them, since this was sort of rest area from the highway. But, this was by far the most Alan and I had seen in a day. 

We let them pass our truck, and decided to jump them from behind. Of course, this wasn't said allowed, it was just understood. Like I've said before, we worked well together. 

I readied my knife, and Alan readied his bat. We both looked at each other, nodded, and went at it. 

I took the two farthest from the truck. I knocked one of them down as I charged into it. As the one fell, I stabbed the other in the head. I realized that the knife went in at a weird angle, and it was now stuck. The walker that had fallen to the ground was now getting up, hissing and snarling at me. Excitement bubbled inside of me, and I was about to kill a walker in a way that I never had before. I cocked back my arm, and released with full force. My fist made contract the walker's face, and it toppled back onto the pavement. I kicked it once, and then proceeded to stomp on it's head. It took a few good stomps, but I had successfully killed it. There was blood on my hiker boots, along with what I suspected to be brains. I held back my vomit, and went to yank my knife out. 

Alan had successfully took down both of his walkers as well. He high-fived me as I walked past him, and he lost it at the sight of my shoes. 

"Had to get a little dirty?" He asked with a smirk. When I glared back at him, he laughed some more. He suddenly stopped, and when I turned to see why, I could hardly breathe. 

A group of four armed men had surrounded us. They all looked fairly normal, but what I noticed most was that they were clean. One of them barked a question at us:  

"Have you been bit?" he had stepped forward as he asked. The man appeared to be young, but no younger than me. His voice had no sign of fear. It radiated authority. 
"I said, have you two been bit?"

"Oh, no," Alan shook his head. "We're just passing through here. Ran into a couple of walkers, and we just took care of them. If you want us to-"

"Shut up," he snapped. His gun was still pointed at us. I was too familiar with weapons, though I had played plenty of Call of Duty in the past. I guessed that this was an M16, and it seemed to be that this guy was the only one who wielded one. "Are there any more of you?"

"It's just us," I said before Alan could answer. He had his hands in the air, and I could tell he was going to play his weakness part. "How many of you?"

The man I suspected to be in charge lowered his weapon. The others did the same. "We're a small group of ten," he replied. "But we'd be more than willing to make it twelve."

Alan and I turned to look at each other. There was a small group, wanting to take us in. I'm sure that we were both shocked to find people. They didn't seem crazy, or overly hostile, just protective. I didn't want to let this chance to slip away. 

"We also have running water, and a place you two could stay," the man added. That had us sold. "All we ask is that you trust us, even though that may be difficult to do."

Alan answered for the both of us. "Lead the way."

[That Guy]

I'd keep it at the small istallments, but if you've read my fic, you'd know I'm a little biased.

Edit: Is deciding who to kill off difficult for you, too? I've seriously been debating who's gotta go for days now.

Edited by That Guy, 22 April 2012 - 07:46 PM.

[Trippy]

Yeah, I like writting little excerpts. x)

Um, yeah, I guess. I don't like when main characters die in any story I read. I always think about if I decide to write something, what the after effects will be.

Edited by Trippy, 22 April 2012 - 08:28 PM.

[the Walkin Dude]

I vote for medium, not too short but not too long.