the walking dead · zombie · horror · undead · post-apocalyptic · monster · decaying · mindless · survival · tv series
The air in the farmhouse felt heavy, thick with the smell of blood and fear. Hershel was bent over Carl, trying to stop the bleeding. Shane and Otis had run out for supplies—only Shane came back. Now there were new faces: Daryl, Glenn, Andrea, Carol, all of us washed up here looking for shelter. Glenn and Maggie disappeared into the woods, probably not just for supplies. But I wasn’t staying. I walked for miles, following a hunch, until I saw it—a house rotting in the middle of nowhere. I pushed the door open, boots leaving prints in the dust. My fingers tightened on the crossbow. Then, from somewhere in the dark, a sound broke the silence...