Infected \\ Daryl Dixon

Dakota 0.0

Light; usually refers to visible light, which is electromagnetic radiation that is visible to the human eye and is responsible for the sense of sight.

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This is pain.

Unbearable and frightening. Yet I couldn't seem to stop, I couldn't get enough of it. Like a drug; the pain was addicting, it was intoxicating and I yearned for more no matter how colossal the damage.

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My heart is pierced by cupid,

I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me,

But my jolly sailor bold.

It takes a lifetime of pain to get over someones death, to be willing to let them go without you. Try two months of grieving and being forced to grow up and fight for your life. Having to pick up where someone else left off is like trying to start a fire with the embers left over. The fire will struggle to thrive only running on the ashes of what was left behind.

She was the epitome of a lost cause. Completely isolated from the real world. She was used like a mannequin and she felt just like it; a mannequin. Hollow and empty, used when needed and displayed to whoever wants to look. Her mind travelled far from reality and she wanted nothing more than her body to go with it. She could see the light everyone carried around within them, she just couldn't see the light within herself, but she had to find a way. She had to.

Whether she was living or dead, everyone is Infected.

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Dakota Levi

Dakota was troubled in ways. She was troubled in ways that no one could see, that no one could even imagine possible. Not even Melissa her therapy coach could pry the problems out of sweet, little Dakota who never spoke a word, not to the living anyway. But Melissa of course- even as a therapeutic doctor didn't seem to realise that this wasn't just a mental illness, this went beyond the barrier of mind and imagination. Seemed a great waste of money to put a mute into therapy where- of course, they were supposed to talk their problems out.

Dakota only spoke to people when she felt the need to and there hasn't been many occasions where the need would rise. However, it seemed the dead always needed to be spoken to. Though she'd speak as quiet as she could it echoed loudly in the world of the undead and they would be drawn to her voice like moth to light. Maybe that's the reason for the silence, maybe she didn't enjoy the company of the undead, although no one really knew the truth, except for Dakota. Dakota seemed to know everything from when a glass would fall and smash to test answers impossible to most who attempted the question. A mystery, she was. Still is. Is it possible that Dakota doesn't even know Dakota? Who knew? Nobody but Dakota.

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Prologue

Third Person's POV

First looking out her window and seeing the debris of people being fed on and undead beings walking the earth Dakota Levi was not thrilled. She was far from it. She knew something bad was going to happen but no as extreme as the dead coming alive. The first thing she did was rehash every single zombie, crime-fighting movie she had ever seen in her whole existence, then took to the internet to do more research on the flesh eating people. Dakota- being Dakota- was a lot more calm than you would expect. Nothing but the little shake in her hands as she typed on her touch-screen phone 'How to kill a zombie'

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Dakota raided her cupboards of every last granola bar and packet of trail mix. In movies they always treated an apocalypse like they were on a life-time hike. Through a zombie infested forest. With fully loaded rifles and guns. 'Weapons' she thought, 'I'll need those' Her kitchen was fully loaded with butter-knives, spoons and forks but Dakota knew none would be good enough for her. She thought back and realised they had a cabinet of weaponry, not used to kill. Just for display. Her father had taken a special trip to Japan three years back and bought a Katana- a real one, he hadn't though the one's they sold in America had as much meaning- traditional or not. He didn't go to Japan just to buy that of course, he was on a conventional business trip where hundreds of lawyers just like him exchanged notes and chatted like the prissy men they'd have to be. Dakota's eyes skimmed family pictures and decided against taking them with her, they'd take up space.

When Dakota was seventeen she'd endured two weeks of family camp where people were taught basic skills on hunting, making fires, shooting guns, building tents and all that. Dakota did enjoy firing a gun at targets and she was a natural. At the time she thought nothing of it, that the lesson was just for fun and she would never really have to fire a pistol after this but look at her now, loading a handgun that she'd found in her parents drawer and packing ammo into her bag pockets. Dakota was now a force to be reckoned and she had the advantage of being able to move without making a noise, she had a gun in a holster, a Katana slung around her shoulders and a sharp bread knife in her hand. She had already changed into her tighter pair of thick, black, skinny jeans, they were like a second skin- couldn't get caught on anything, flexible and easy to run in. She packed a toothbrush and a small travel tube of toothpaste- for hygiene of course. A lot of other hygiene products were packed but not so much that it filled her backpack too much.

She did decide on staying inside her house for maybe a day or two but the reality was that she would have to be on the run soon and she was alone. Well, half alone. Her parents would follow her around once they arrived back home from wherever they hell they were these days. Dakota had struggled to come to the terms with the fact that her parents weren't technically alive. She could touch them, she could see them, she could speak to them but was it all just her imagination? She took a peep out of her window and could see that the street was beginning to clear up. There were more unmoving corpses than there were moving. If people were smart they would've known to lock their doors, close their windows and stay inside. People of course were not smart and many tried to go out and see what was going on, the ones who actually stayed inside were of course just scared as fúck and didn't have the guts to walk outside. Of course if they did go outside they would be rid of their guts so Dakota knew it was better if they started off with none. Few had came out bearing guns, rifles or knives for protection. Most ended up dead.

Would Dakota end up dead? Would she be bitten and turned into one of zombified people? She's always gotten answers correct, let's hope this time her mind doesn't fail her. The answer is no. No, Dakota Levi is not going to become a people-eating rag doll. No, she will not die fending for her life outside. Yes, she will survive. Dakota Levi is not going down without a fight, Dakota Levi is not going down at all.

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