Barely Alive (#JustWriteIt #SuperCharged)

Chapter 8 - Don't Shoot

"Bad things will always happen. Even to someone who does something good."

*The Present; 10 years into the apocalypse*

Anthony was alone. He had no one. He lost his sister. No one was with him. He was going to die. He was going to turn into a walker and no one would miss him. He wouldn't have made his mark on the world. No one would ever know the name Anthony Han-

Anthony tripped over a corpse. Normally, it wouldn't have mattered. Anthony was a klutz. He couldn't change that. He was about to accept his fate that he was about to fall. However, he decided to try to change his fate when he saw the rough rock he was about to hit his head on.

However, Anthony has never been good at changing his fate.

He fell hard on the rock, knocking himself unconscious.

When he awoke, he was temporarily blinded by the sun. Once he got his vision back, he realized he was on the wrong side of the gun, again.

This time, the person holding the gun was female. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was no older than Anthony himself. The girl was wearing a scowl mixed with a glare. In other words, this girl was intimidating as hell. And she didn't look happy to see Anthony.

"Hi," Anthony laughed nervously.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you, you stupid walker," the girl growled.

"Because this isn't a walker," a female voice stated.

The male turned to look at the person the voice belonged to. The girl was quite a bit more tan than the other girl but she was shorter. She had very long, very curly caramel coloured hair. Her eyes, bright and hazel.

"Prove it," the first brunette growled.

"He can talk," the second girl offered.

"Prove it."

The second brunette gave Anthony a look. Anthony nodded, knowing what the girl was getting at.

"Hi. I'm Anthony," Anthony greeted.

"That means nothing," the first brunette barked.

"Darcie, it's been a long day. We've been in the hot sun all day. You aren't in your right mind set."

"Bitch, yes I am."

"Darcie. He isn't a walker."

"And how we you know that, Tori?"

"Darcie, you have heat stroke. Your brain is literally cooking inside your skull. Let's go back to the base and cool down. We can bring the boy. We can talk to Travis and the other guys. They've probably done nothing all day. It's the hottest day of the year."

"Listen to your friend," Anthony suggested.

"Listen here. You don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do," Darcie growled.

"You definitely have heat stroke."

"Stop saying that! I'm fine!"

"Clearly you aren't. We are going back to the base. You can keep him at gunpoint if you want but he's coming with us," Tori commanded.

Darcie growled.

"Fine."

The two girls pulled Anthony to his feet. Tori started off. Anthony felt the cold metal of the gun on his back.

"Start walking," Darcie growled.

Anthony, scared of this girl, marched forward, scared of taking a bullet to the spine and then to the head. He followed closely behind Tori but not close enough to be able to grab her as he was scared being too close to the curly haired brunette would anger the one following him. They followed the main road a little ways out of town, then down a dirt road. They came to a farmhouse with a barn in the backyard. They walked up to the door of the house. Tori opened the front door and walked in without hesitation. Anthony hesitated but the feeling the metal of the barrel of the gun on the back of his neck was enough incentive to follow Tori. Darcie followed behind both of them. Inside there were six others doing work and minding their own business. Five of which were male, one was female. The males all looked older than the girls in their faces and three of them in their height while the girl still looked like a child. She must have been born during the apocalypse because she couldn't have been even close to ten.