Leave the Farm

“Well, I think we should get the hell out of here. I agree with Lin, they could all be dead and we’d be riskin’ our own lives! We gotta go!” T-Dog caught my eye and gave a slight nod.

“That’s bullshit!” Daryl shouted and stomped away from us.

“Daryl, look at me.” I slowly approached him. He was knocking down bales of hay in frustration. “Daryl, for God’s sake, just look at me!!!”

It took him a moment, but he stopped his temper tantrum and caught my eyes. In an instant I felt him cool off and all the tension built up inside him vanished. I had calmed him down so much, I was afraid he’d forgotten the situation we were in.

“We gotta go…” T-Dog repeated himself.

“C’mon.” I forced myself to look away.

We all went towards the ladder but T-Dog held us back.

“We need a plan. The closest vehicle is there.” He pointed to a blue truck parked about a hundred feet away. Only problem was, it was also the closest car to the woods where many of the walkers were still emerging from. “We gotta be quiet, we gotta be fast, and if we need to kill them; don’t shoot your guns.”

“Well that’s not really an option is it, since we don’t have any bullets in the first place.” I said matter-of-factly.

T-Dog didn’t reply. He just waited until there was a clearing and then scrambled down the ladder. Daryl and I followed close behind him. He had his hunting knife out, prepared to take down any walker that saw us. Luckily, we dodged the remaining walkers. They were too stupid and too distracted by the smoke in the sky to notice us and if they did they didn’t make much of an attempt to attack. They were thinning out making it easier to get across the field, but I was still sure that the house wasn’t holding out. There were no more gunshots, we had lost everybody.

T-Dog made it to the truck first, he found the keys in the ignition and started it up. As Daryl and I got nearer, we froze in shock.

“T-Dog watch out!!!” I screamed but it was too late. A walker from the back seat rose up and attacked him from behind.

Daryl rushed up and stabbed the walker through the top of its head as fast as he could, but it wasn’t fast enough. Blood seeped down T-Dog’s shirt from his neck. His eyes were wide in distress and he choked as he tried to talk.

“Get… out…” he slumped out of the drivers’ seat and onto the grass in front of us.

Daryl and I stood, facing him in disbelief. Daryl finally pushed me into the truck and grabbed the walker he had just killed. He threw it out of the car and then took out his knife again.

“No… I’ll be fine.” T-Dog’s raspy voice gave me goosebumps. “Get her out.”

Daryl looked at me then back at him. He nodded and kneeled down.

“I’m sorry.” He said and then whispered something I couldn’t hear.

T-Dog lay on the grass, his eyes half closed. Daryl got in the truck, slammed the door shut in a rage and sped off. It was just me and him now. We had lost everybody.

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