The walking dead Imagines

Blame Part 2

It had been nearly two weeks since you left the farm and everyone on it. Shortly after you had left you found a little cabin that you had been staying in

Food was hard to get a hold of, Daryl had taught you how to hunt and track but you were never that good, especially not as good as him.

You tried not to think about them, to think about him but it was impossible. Every night you cried your self to sleep, you hated be alone, you hated not having anyone to talk to, you hated not seeing them but there was nothing you can do, they didn't want you there and you had no idea how to get back to the farm anyway.

Today you decided you were going to find a nearby town and hopefully some food.

You had been walking for around an hour, when you finally reached the town. There was only a few walkers around so you managed to take them out quickly. You found a little convenience store and ran inside to take a look around.

You found a couple cans of soda and a chocolate bar, not much but it will do for now. you then continued to the next store which was a tool shop you grabbed a few weapons that could be useful and headed upstairs to the house above. In the house you found some crackers and cheese and a few other bits to eat, you decide to rest for the night as its started to get dark and a few walkers have appeared outside.

You doze off without a second thought, dreaming and wishing you were back at the farm.

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You get woke up by the sound of rustling coming from downstairs, you instantly grab your knife and make your way down back to the shop, you notice the sun is out meaning you must of slept all night.

Once your downstairs you check around and to your surprise there's nothing here no walkers, nothing.

You let out the breath you've been holding in and make your way back upstairs but as soon as you go to turn around someone grabs you from behind and puts the arm around your neck too keep you in place.

'Get of me' You scream.

'Ah now now sweetheart, I ain't gonna hurt ya as long as you do as your told' the mans voice from behind me croaks out.

You scratch and claw at the mans arm hoping to get away but its no use he doesn't even budge.

'Look here now honey, I'm gonna move my arm from ya and your gonna stay right where you are understand, or ill put one of these straight thew your head' he says, gesturing to the gun in his holster.

'okay, okay' you squirm

'Good girl' with that he lets you go, you fall to the floor catching your breath and take a look at the man, he's bald, late forties, and has a flipping mechanical arm- wtf

'who ar.. are you?' You stutter, not managing to stop looking at the place where his arm used to be, but now instead is a piece of metal.

'The names Merle, Merle Dixon'

You gasp and the man raises an eyebrow

'Dixon?'