Leave the Farm

“I think we should get the hell out now.” I said. I had seen the group of walkers emerging from the woods so I knew exactly what we were in for. If we stayed, many would die.

Half the group sighed with relief and began to quickly take what they needed before leaving.

“We can’t leave; we’ve got a farm to defend!” Daryl shouted at me.

“You wanna die here? You wanna see your friends die here? Do you wanna see me die here? NO! I know you don’t!” I shouted back.

He opened his mouth to argue, but that’s when Rick exclaimed, “We gotta go now!!!!”

We all looked over at him and then followed his gaze out the back door... walkers were making their way across the lawn and to the house.

Everyone panicked and practically flew out the door.

“Stay in pairs!” Rick yelled after them, “and get to a car!”

I was the last one out, following close behind Daryl who had taken his gun out. The night was thick and damp. The wind blew a waft of rotting flesh right under our noses and was accompanied by a bass note of moans. The sound came from all sides of us, resonating through the trees. It gave chills straight down to the bone.

The cars that had been parked around the house now felt miles away. The dead were approaching them more quickly once they had noticed the fresh meat. I saw Glenn, Beth, and Maggie running up to a truck but had stopped in their tracks. We had left too late, the walkers were closing in on us and there were dozens and dozens and dozens of them. Gunshots now rang through the air as the group fired at the walkers, trying to make their escape. That included a couple of shots in front of me from Daryl. I gripped his jean jacket tighter as he fired again and led me away from the house and more towards the barn. I turned around and saw Rick, Lori, Carl and Carol getting into their station wagon. Carol had almost gotten bit on the arm but Rick had got a clean shot of the walker and she stumbled into the car, slamming the door behind her.

I was forced to keep running as Daryl continued on his pursuit to where ever he was going. I was afraid for a minute that he was going to stay here anyway and fight until I noticed his motorcycle parked next to the barn.

However, the barn was getting the worst of it. Walkers surrounded it; perhaps smelling something in there, but as soon as they noticed Daryl and me they headed straight for us.

Daryl cursed and began to shoot, trying to edge his way to his motorcycle. I wished I could do something to help us, anything at all besides hiding behind him like a coward.

The horde was surrounding us; closer and closer they drew in making their way to their feast that we had just prepared for them. I was about to turn to Daryl and say my last words to him when suddenly we began to hear shotgun blasts from behind us.

Both Daryl and I whipped around to see Hershel firing his twelve gauge at the walkers around us. His help plus Daryl’s bullets caused a gap large enough for both of us to squeeze by. He hopped on his motorcycle while jamming his pistol into his waistband. He turned the keys that were already in the ignition and roared up the engine. I jumped on behind him and I wrapped my arms around his middle. Shutting my eyes tight, I prayed that he’d get me out safely. I felt the motorcycle lurch then with a shower of dirt we sped away from the barn passing the house. I felt the thick air brush across my face in gusts, the sound of moaning getting fainter and fainter.

I lay my head in between Daryl’s shoulder blades and started to cry. Everything was gone; Shane, the house, and possibly the people who were in it. I didn’t even know if we were ever going to see them again.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. Daryl shifted in the seat and turned his head slightly to the right, but didn’t speak. Instead he just kept the throttle cranked and kept on speeding down the dirt road away from the farm.

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