The Walking Dead

21 year old Holly Jacobs and her big brother Logan find themselves in the midst of the zombie apocalypse. With almost no hope of survival, the siblings come upon a thriving civilization of survivors, lead by a former sheriff by the name of Rick Grimes. Will Holly and Logan find hope with this group? Or will they be torn to pieces?


15. Not Safe Anymore

I thought for a moment that Daryl hadn't heard what I said. His facial expression hadn't moved an inch. I was about to repeat myself when Daryl let out a big sigh. 


Then I watched as he turned around and gloomily exited the bedroom. Before I followed him out, I turned to look out the window one last time. I got goosebumps from the sight of the dead walkers sprawled all over the driveway and up the street. 

For the first time since I left camp with Daryl, I thought of my brother. I wondered what he could be doing right then at that very moment. I wondered if he was thinking about me. I wondered if he was worried. 

When my thoughts of Logan concluded, I fast-walked down the stairs. Maggie and Glenn were waiting by the door, their fingers interlocked. Their smiles hadn't rubbed off yet. They even smiled when they saw me coming down the stairs. 

"You ready?" Maggie asked me. 

"Yeah, where's Daryl?" I replied, looking around the living room and into the kitchen. 

"Right here," Daryl mumbled as he came out of the bathroom. 

"Find anything in there?" Maggie asked him. 

"Huh? Oh..." Daryl went back into the bathroom and came out with a few packs of pain-killers. He raised them up for us to see and nodded slyly. 

Maggie shot me a grin and I couldn't help but smile. 

"What are ya'll smilin' for?" he asked defensively. He grabbed the doorknob and swung the front door open. 

"You people smile too much." 

All three of us laughed at that. 

The journey back to camp was peaceful for the most part. We had cleared the path coming through so the way back was pretty much deserted. 

Daryl took down a few stray walkers with his crossbow, but luckily I never even had to raise my gun. 

When we reached the road that led up the mountain, we had to rest. We sat down on a few big rocks and tried to catch our breath. Daryl was the only one who stayed standing. 

"We gotta keep movin'," he pushed us. "We don't wanna be walkin' up this mountain when the light is gone." 

Maggie started to stand up but Glenn stopped her. 

"No, you need to rest," he said sternly. He shot Daryl a glare.

"I'm fine," Maggie assured him. 

"Maggie, no. You're pregnant." 

Maggie's expression turned cold. She stood up forcefully, not taking her eyes off Glenn. She then turned away and walked off in front of us. 

Glenn looked at me with confusion. 

"What did I say?" he asked. 

I knew he had said the wrong thing but I didn't want to get involved, so I just shook my head with uncertainty and walked off in Maggie's footsteps. 

"Don't worry, brother," Daryl said quietly to Glenn as he followed behind me. 

I heard Glenn let out a big sigh from far behind me, and heard his footsteps join the rest of ours. The remaining part of the walk was more uncomfortable than anything. We all walked with some good distance between us. 

It probably wasn't the safest thing to do, especially since it had gotten dark, but we were all tired and irritable. Maggie especially needed some space. 

When the sight of the camp emerged in front of me, I jogged to catch up with Maggie. I knew she had to break the news of her pregnancy to her dad and sister, and I didn't want her to do it with a bad attitude. 

"Hey," I said cheerfully as I joined her at the front of our line. 

"Hi," she replied. 

"Don't be mad at Glenn, okay? He's just worried about you. He cares a lot," I tried to assure her. 

"I knew he was gonna do this," she replied with her stern country accent. 

"Do what?" I asked. 

"Patronize me." 

"I'm sure he didn't mean to," I tried again. "He just wants to make sure you and the baby are okay." 

She sighed. 

"I know he always has good intentions but if he does that for the next nine months, I think I'm gonna kill him." 

I laughed. At first she shot me a look of disbelief but then started laughing herself. My work there was done. 

Maggie and I hung back to let Daryl and Glenn catch up. I felt proud as Maggie grabbed Glenn's hand with a smile. Daryl looked the same as always... Tough. I was beginning to feel the excitement of seeing my brother again when suddenly, I heard a growl from the bushes to the left of the road.

A half-chewed female walker jumped out in front of me. I let out a startled scream and staggered backwards in an attempt to get away from it.

As if it was happening in slow motion, Daryl grabbed me from behind and jerked me backwards. I hit the ground with a hard thud and watched as he stepped in front of me and used his crossbow to knock the walker in the face. It staggered backwards and hit the pavement, still alive. 

Daryl got down on his knees and straddled the walker. He took an arrow out from his crossbow and stabbed the walker square in the eye. 

He was breathing heavily as he stood back up, using the back of his hand to wipe the blood off his forehead. 

I just stayed on the ground, my head spinning. I could hear Glenn and Maggie's heavy breathing from behind me. Daryl turned around and reached a hand out to me. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

The rest of the camp must have heard my scream because I saw Rick, Logan, and the rest of the group running towards us. 

"What happened?" Rick yelled with fear, his gun in his hand. 

Logan noticed me stunned on the ground and called out for me. 


I watched as he ran to me and knelt down beside me. 

"Are you alright? Are you bit?" he asked frantically. 

I shook my head. 

"Daryl," Rick tried again. "What happened?" 

"A walker came out of the woods. It was a close call," Daryl replied, looking at me. 

"God, where did it come from?" Glenn chimed in, still clutching Maggie. "Do you think there are more?" 

Carol stepped forward from the rest of the group gathered at the edge of camp. 

"If you all hadn't gotten here when you did, that walker could have wandered into camp. It could have wandered into one our tents... we were all asleep," she squealed. 

"Well now we know one thing. We aren't safe here anymore. We can't stay here," Rick raised his voice to us. 

My head was still spinning, and everyone seemed blurry. But I heard Rick's words before I blacked out again. 

"We leave in the morning, at the crack of dawn." 








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