not your babysitter (daryldixon) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2016-07-28 19:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, rocket raccoon (rocket-raccoon), ~six (shootyoumyself) |
Who Daryl & Anyone/Everyone Around
What Ahh! Zombies!!!
When Backdated**7/25**
Where All over the damn place
Warnings Plenty
Status Open/On-Going
The horde had came out of nowhere, they'd turned with the sound of the horn and he had no goddamn idea how many were already heading toward Alexandria. He had to ditch his motorcycle beside him and started taking down as many as he could. It seemed bleak for a while, Sasha and Abraham had been behind him a mile or so, not to mention around a bend so he couldn't even see them. It was just him and walkers. Everywhere he looked if felt like more of these damn things were coming out of no where. Never mind that at some point, in between his reloading and using his feet and knife to scoop his way through the masses that his surroundings had changed. He was too busy trying to stay alive to realize that he wasn't in the middle of Georgia anymore, that he wasn't a few miles away from Alexandria and everyone and everything else that he knew. No he was stuck in some damn space ship or some shit that reminded him of shit Rocket would be used to. He hadn't forgotten that fuzzy little fucker. Dude was cool as shit, not to mention he didn't have to worry about someone having his back with him around either. He slashed through the walkers and backed up looking around for his bike but it was gone. Had the walkers climbed over it and he not realized? Finally he looked up, sweaty and blood clumped hair flung from one side of his face to the other as he back pedaled as he took in his surroundings. Where the hell had he driven to? He could see people standing around. They looked stupid at him. "The fuck are you doin! Run!" He screamed out and turned to shove an arrow through a pus filled eyes socket of a zombie. |