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She knows the gun is loaded. She also knows he hadn't the nerve to pull the trigger. His hands shake as he holds the gun to his head. She watches, tears streaming down her face. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, finger on the trigger. She reaches and takes the gun from his shaking hands. "I won't let you do this to yourself, James." He gives her a quick, sad smile. He relaxes and looks at her. "You still got that spark in your eyes, Danny. Don't loose that spark." She sees tears brim his eyes and smiles at him. "Close your eyes James. You need to rest." He sighs and closes his eyes. She looks at his arm and sees the bite marks. They were running from the walkers, but James got bite by a couple of them before Danny killed them. She wipes the tears from her face and bites her lip. She lifts the gun and aims it at her brothers head. She puts her finger on the trigger and-
*End of Flashback*
I jolt awake, out of breath and sweating bullets. I look around and relax a little, trying to get my breathing steady again. I hate nightmares. I get up and dust myself off. I put my bag on and walk over to the window, peaking outside. 'The walkers are mostly gone now.' I walk to the garage door and open it. I get on my bike and start it up. I have a Harley Davidson motorcycle. It was actually my brothers. I shake my head of those thoughts and drive out of the garage. I drive for a while on the highway until there's a roadblock. I turn down a road and speed up, trying to get back to my house.
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Well, it's not MY house. It's my grandparents' house, well, it WAS their house. They passed away a long time ago and gave the house to my parents as a getaway house for vacations. My grandparents were friends with the other farmers, but got really close with only one family. The Greene family. I slow down some as I come up to the gate. I open the gate and drive in, closing the gate back and driving up to the house.
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I drive to the back and park in front of the barn. I turn my bike off and glance at the old barn. It's old and weathered. I sigh while looking at it and walk into my house. I lock the door behind me and take my bag off, walking into the kitchen and setting it on the table. I empty my bag of its supplies and put everything in its place. Off of the kitchen is the laundry room and it has enough food to last me at least 6 months. I made sure to get things that would take a long time to expire such as; honey, rice, instant potatoes, dried fruits and vegetables, jerky, pasta and spices. I hunt for my meat, however. My grandfather taught me how to hunt, skin and clean the meat. After organizing everything, I grab the candle and matches and walk upstairs, putting them in my room. From my window, I can see the top of the Greene's house and barn. They're about 1 and half miles away. Driving there would take about 20 minutes, but walking would take about an hour...if you're walking along the road. If you cut through the woods and fields, then it would take about 35 minutes to get there. I remember going there sometimes on my bicycle just to visit the horses. I got caught once but Otis but he wasn't mad, he just drove me back home. My parents never knew about it, though. Otis knew how my parents were and how they treated my brother and I.
I sigh at the memory and light the candles, it's getting pretty dark outside. I wonder how they're doing. Or if they're even still alive. I bite my lip at the thoughts and shake my head, trying not to think negatively. I'm about to leave my room and go back downstairs, but I hear a loud bang and run back over to the window, seeing flames coming from the Greene farm. "Oh god, please no."
*Beside the Dying Fire* (Not Danny's POV)
The herd passes through a forest at night when a gunshot rings out. They change their course and follow the sound to a clearing, where in the distance two figures Rick and Carl march toward the farmhouse. Daryl and Glenn return to the house and report that Randall is a walker. Hershel asks if they had found the walker that killed him and Daryl points out that Randall was never bitten or scratched, and that he had his neck broken instead. As Rick and Carl cross a field, Carl asks what happened to Shane. Before Rick can respond, he notices the walkers approaching and, with Carl following, begins to run toward the farmhouse, but the path up to the house becomes blocked by the herd. Rick decides to run toward the empty barn and locks himself and Carl within. As the dead slam against the doors, Rick douses the ground with gasoline and instructs Carl on what to do next.
Meanwhile, the others spot the herd approaching. Lori notices that Carl is missing, and begins to panic. Daryl knows that they can't simply hide in the basement, as a herd of that size could tear the house down trying to reach them. The rest of the group formulate a plan to use their guns to kill as many as they can, and use their cars to lead the rest of them away. Daryl doubts they'll be able to fend off a herd of that size, but Hershel stands firm. "This is my farm.", he retorts. "I'll die here." Back in the barn, Rick hands Carl a lighter and sends him up to the hayloft before opening the doors. As walkers pour in, Rick hurries up the ladder and Carl drops the lighter. The barn bursts into flames.
Led by Daryl's motorcycle, the caravan makes its way to the barn, shooting walkers as they go. A battle between the survivors and the undead breaks out. Glenn fends off many walkers using Shane's Mossberg shotgun and his car for travel, with Maggie in the driver's seat. Andrea also contributes, with T-Dog driving both Otis' truck. Daryl, noticing the barn fire, assumes that either Rick or Shane is responsible. He sends Jimmy to rescue Rick in Dale's RV. Rick and Carl jump on the RV's rooftop as walkers surround the vehicle. In an attempt to escape the trapped vehicle, Jimmy is swarmed when walkers break inside and devour him.
Rick and Carl quickly run into the woods, with walkers on their tail. Andrea and T-Dog realize the walkers cannot be corralled and they don't have nearly enough ammo to finish them off. "We need a new game plan.", T-Dog mutters. Meanwhile, Hershel stands in front of the farmhouse shooting walkers one by one as Lori continues to worry about Carl. Carol convinces Lori they have to leave. Lori calls after Hershel, but he ignores her and keeps firing valiantly. As the women flee, walkers grab Patricia and she is bitten while she holds on to a panicked Beth. Beth finally lets go of her hand and escapes with Lori as Patricia gets devoured by the walkers. Carol gets separated from the other two and is cornered. T-Dog pulls up and Lori and Beth get in whilst Andrea gets out to help Carol, shooting two walkers before a third attacks her from behind. She spins around and fires. From the truck, Lori, Beth and T-Dog see the walker fall on Andrea and assume her dead. Walkers swarm the truck and T-Dog drives away. Soon after, Andrea crawls out from under the dead walker, alive and uninjured.
Hey guys. I'm back and I'm going to try and upload on the weekends for you all. I'm going to make a part 2 to this, so don't worry. I hope you enjoyed it because I really liked writing this one. I love you all. Stay safe and sanitized everybody! Xoxox
