T-Dog and Daryl

“I think I’ll help out T-Dog and Daryl.” I stood next to T-Dog and he nodded.

“Alright, but we have to go now. Them walkers are gettin’ close, c’mon!” Daryl handed me another 9mm pistol. He took my arm and led us to the door.

“Now, we’re gonna creep up against the house here and then book it to the barn. But stay low and keep quiet. Just follow my lead.” He opened the screen door and now, holding my hand, inched our way around the house until we saw the barn.

I saw walkers making their way across the field slowly and hoped that Andrea and Glenn would start firing soon. There looked to be more than we originally thought.

Daryl, T-Dog, and I sped from the house to the barn as quietly as possible. We ended up on the side of the barn where the ladder was to climb up to the second floor.

Daryl stepped to the side and let T-Dog go first so he could check if there were any walkers on the top floor. He came back saying it was all clear. Something we kind of expected but still, we didn’t wanna risk anything.

I started to climb up the ladder, heart thumping in my chest. I could hear groans and moans from all sides of us now. When I got to the top, I looked down to see Daryl start climbing. He was halfway up when out of the darkness appeared a walker. It had seen him and was now grabbing onto Daryl’s leg, trying to have a midnight snack. Daryl cursed and kicked, trying to climb higher; but the walker had a tight grip. I panicked and fumbled with one of the pistols I had been carrying. Daryl was too preoccupied with trying not to get bitten that he certainly couldn’t take care of it himself without falling all the way back down.

I was flipping the safety off when a loud BANG echoed through the field; the walker that had had Daryl in his grasp let go and slumped over. I looked behind me at T-Dog but he was looking just as shocked as I was. Daryl scrambled up the ladder before glancing over at the house. I did the same and saw Andrea with her rifle aimed in our direction. She nodded and turned back to the field. I saw that walkers were approaching the cars we had parked in front of the house. Luckily Andrea and Glenn had begun to shoot but I was still worried that we’d be overrun. I gulped, knowing that if we died tonight it’d be my fault.

I instinctively looked over at Daryl to ask what we were going to do. But he had passed in front of me and was now crouched down to see out of the barn doors.

He put his hands around his mouth and whistled. It was the loudest whistle I’d ever heard which is why it didn’t surprise me when a group of walkers turned their attention to the barn and were now headed our way.

“Get ready!” Daryl shouted at us and stepped back next to me.

I had both pistols ready in my hand and was kind of comforted knowing we had more ammo in a bag that Daryl had grabbed and packed. But when T-Dog blasted two walkers in the head with his shotgun and Daryl began shooting too, reality hit me hard. I was dazed at first until Daryl practically screamed in my ear.

“Hey! Whataya waitin’ for? Shoot, girl, shoot!!” He had crouched down in front of me, almost as if he were shielding me from the hands that were now reaching out to grab us.

I shook my head roughly to get the thoughts out of my head and started to shoot. I didn’t shoot for myself, however. I shot for Shane. I wanted to protect our group as best as I could because I knew that’s what Shane would’ve done if he were here.

The three of us killed the group that had stumbled our way but now we were concerned about the moaning behind us. By all the racket we were making, the walkers that were emerging from the woods behind the barn had now noticed something was going on in here and were figuring out how to climb the ladder.

T-Dog rushed over towards the opening in the back and began shooting them with his shotgun. At that close of a range, and judging by the amount of brains and guts that were exploding from it, I could tell he was taking care of it just fine; just as long as he had enough shells.

Daryl was now aiming towards the house and trying to help with the people who had stayed in there. I decided to keep my eye on T-Dog to make sure he didn’t get over-run. Unfortunately, there were too many walkers trying to climb up the ladder that even with the shotgun’s wide range, he couldn’t get them all. His shells were running out, and right then and there I knew that we were screwed. We were trapped in a barn with no way out, with way more walkers than we expected, and without ammunition.

Just as reality was starting to sink in that I had come all this way just to die (not next to Shane either), a gigantic BOOM!!!! shocked the night and made the barn sway on its foundation.

“What the fuck was that?” Daryl turned to me after he’d caught his balance.

I tried to look out of a window towards where I thought it had come from, but all I saw was the dark sky.

“Wait—there! Look!” Daryl was crouched and pointing to the far left. I ducked and looked out at where he was looking. I saw a small mushroom cloud fading upwards into the night sky about a mile away followed by heaps of smoke and debris.

We heard a couple of grunts from behind us and saw T-Dog stabbing at a walker's head with a pocket knife.

“Wouldja look at that…” T-Dog said quietly after pushing it back down, “whatever that noise was attracted their attention. They’re movin’ towards the sound…” he backed up further into the barn slowly, making sure he wouldn’t be noticed by any more of the undead.

Through the barn doors, Daryl and I saw for ourselves the dozens and dozens of walkers looking at the smoke in the sky and treading towards it.

“We… we’ve gotta go.” I whispered.

“Go? Whataya mean we gotta go?” Daryl snapped at me.

“I mean we can’t stay here! What if they come back?”

“We’re not leavin’ our people in the house!”

“We don’t even know if they’re still alive!”

“They’re alive.” Daryl said sternly.

I glanced at the house. The windows were all full of walker bodies, “By the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like they could make it out, even if we tried...”

“Tryin’ is better than givin’ up!”

I groaned in frustration, then whipped around, “T-Dog, would you tell Daryl what we have to do! We have to come to a decision now!”

T-Dog took a moment before speaking, “Well, I think we should…”

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