Shoving my back against the double doors isn't doing it anymore. I'm getting weaker while they're strength never depletes. "Keep holding. Keep holding." I say to myself. Suddenly the groans from the other side of the doors cease. I stand against the doors for a bit longer and then walk away from them, quickly turning around to face them, while whipping my sword out of it's sheath in the process. When none of those monstrosities come barging through the doors, I place my sword back in it's sheath at my side and start walking through the warehouse looking for supplies. Right at that moment, I hear a scream...His scream; on the other side of the warehouse. I start to run over in his direction, but the next sound is just as terrifying. The double doors burst open with a resounding thud and the loud footfalls echo down the aisles as a stampede of walkers come marching in. 'This is it.' I think, 'This is the day I die.'
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Rescued
FanfictionAfter spending weeks on her own during the apocalypse, sixteen year old Jayleen Dixon, finds herself at a camp full of survivors. One of these survivors happens to be her own father, Daryl Dixon, who she thought to be dead. Daryl and Jay are more th...
