"Shit!" There's at least 50 walkers coming from the woods. I finally reach Debbie.
"Hellp!" Debbie screams. I take out my hatchet and slice the walkers
head off that was trying to bite her ankle. My dad comes up from behind the other walker and chops its head off too. There's a walker behind my dad. "Dad!" He spins around and stabs the walker between his eyes. "Ohh Shit!" He says as he looks towards the woods. "We need to pack up and go!" All three of us head back to the as station and I yell "Everyone pack up all your shit!We need to go now!" Everyone starts to panic. About five people start asking all these questions. And all I reply with is " Shut the hell up and pack your shit!" Everyone starts grabbing the bags of
Food,water and gas we packed the night before. I grab my little bro and everyone heads for the cars. My
Brother,Debbie, and I get in the '76 Camaro. My dad and mom get in the truck. We get out of there fast. I pick up my my walkie talkie,
"Dad, are y'all ok?"
"Yes, is everyone with you?"
"Yea, Except mom. Is she with you?"
"Yea." He says.
"Which way we headed?"
"To Georgia, Your Great Uncle has a farm there."
"Sounds good"
We start on the road. We head East. It's gonna be a long ride.
"Hey Mia, we gonna head towards Highway 373 to Georgia, lets hope Uncle Jeff and his wife and daughters are still alright."
"Hope is a lot to ask for nowadays,Dad."
"I know."
We have to travel through some country roads to get to the highway. There is forest of trees all around this road. Beautiful tall green trees. It's really quiet. No bird chirps. No nothing but the sound of silence. I look over at My brother and Debbie. They are quiet.
It's getting dark now. I grab my walkie talkie.
"Dad, where we gonna sleep tonight?"
"There's a house up here, me and you gonna check it out."
"Ok, how Much farther?"
"About 2 blocks it's on the right"
****Will do another update later today****
-Kelly Ann-
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Days Gone By (The Walking Dead FanFic)
FanfictionThey're everywhere. There's no stopping them. Hoards and Hoards of them. Trying to tear you to pieces. Trying to grab unto you. We must find a safe place. The radio: "There is a refuge center......" That's it? The radio cut off?.... Zombie Apocalyps...
