The End (#12)

The house was a graveyard.

Bodies lay everywhere; on the ground, in the windows, on the stairs, out on the patio. Sun shone through dark clouds, brightening up what was once in the dark. Wind whistled through the broken panes of glass. It swept back curtains and loose leaflets of paper from Hershel’s desktop. Doors creaked and swayed in the breeze. It was... quiet… lifeless.

Lin Woodley lay near the kitchen in a pile of blood; her eyes open staring up at the ceiling as if she was just in deep concentration. A gun lay in the palm of her right hand, pieces of flesh torn from her abdomen and arms. A necklace with a cross was placed in her left hand; a courtesy of Maggie Greene when she had stumbled upon the girl.

Rick Grimes was strewn only a couple of feet from Lin. His body did not look like a body anymore. His abdomen had been eaten away so much that only crimson ribs and a spine were visible. His eyes were closed and a hole in the side of his head indicated someone had killed his reanimated body. His sheriff’s hat sat next to him, the only item in the house that looked remotely new.

Jimmy had also been in the mess. He was leaned up against the bookshelf, his head dangling forward, a gunshot placed perfectly in the middle of his forehead. There was a pattern of splattered brain smeared against the books that looked rather fresh. Daryl had used his last bullet to put him down before they left.

Two of the cars that were once parked outside were now gone. The women and Carl in the basement had managed to escape, along with Daryl and T-Dog. The ones who had been stuck in the house fighting did not manage to get a clean getaway. Staying in the house had been a mistake.

It had become a graveyard.



Thank you so much for reading my Walking Dead Choose Your Own Adventure story! I hope you were happy with the choices you made, and if you’re not then feel free to go back and make some changes! There are 12 endings in all but only one path to get to the “To Be Continued…” ;)

~Alina Renee