3 dry calloused fingers are thrust into my face. They smell of spoiled meat like when I forgot my salami sandwich in my backpack in third grade.
"Th-Thr-Three. Three fingers" I gasp out.
My mouth feels dry and sandy. i gasp out "water.. please" and Jose lifts a water bottle to my lips. The cool liquid rushes through me and it feels amazing. Louis says to me "Good news is that you dont have any major brain injuries. A day of rest and you should be back to killing the pus-bags." I look around, "where are we?" I say as I finish gulping down the water. "Somebody hillbilly barn" replies Louis. "Plenty of dispatching tools; pitchforks, axes, shovels, and even a scythe. I chuckle to myself "Something funny?" Jose says, and I say "You look like a Grim Repaer with a tan."
"Lets get some sleep while we can." and we all doze off to dreams filled with decomposing bodies and bloody tools.
Next morning, I wake up to the sound of banging and moaning on the door. "I'll get it" I say as I sit up and grab an axe. I lean against the door, ready to attack, when a blood drained hand busts through the barn door and grabs my neck.
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Days Of The Dead
FanfictionThis is the story of how The Walking Dead's "Gareth" lived in the apocalypse leading up to Terminus
