I threw the shot of tequila to the back of my throat and slammed the glass down onto the counter in front of me.
I was doing everything to get my mind off of him: drinking, having sex with strangers and his best friend, popping pills here and there, and surviving the only way I knew how.
I looked down at my phone, an alert going off.
"GET SHELTER NOW. HOLD YOUR LOVED ONES CLOSE. THE WORLD AS WE KNEW IT IS OVER."
I furrowed my eyebrows, hearing the same alarm going off on everyone else's phone around the bar.
Everyone began to panic as they read the alert on their phone.
I looked to the door, watching everyone run out to their cars.
I grabbed another shot and downed it before grabbing my purse and leaving the bar.
I fumbled with my car keys before opening the car door and sitting down behind the wheel. I turned the radio on, hearing a public service announcement.
I turned the volume down before answering my phone.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
His voice made shivers go down my spine as I held the phone closer to my ear.
"Bar." I answered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"You need to get home." He replied.
I threw my phone into my seat after I heard the click—signaling that the call was over.
I groaned and picked up my phone to answer it.
"What?" I asked.
"Stay where you are. Traffic is bad, you'll never get home. We'll come to you." Devin, my brother, stated.
"I'm at the bar." I replied.
"I know." He replied.
"Who's we?" I asked.
"Me and Cheyenne." He answered.
"Who's that?" I inquired.
"Just stay inside your car, don't get out, don't let anyone in." He replied.
"Okay." I mumbled.
For some odd reason, I'm not scared. I'm excited.
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Survival »» Daryl Dixon (TWD)
Fanfiction"In order to survive, we have to be like them." "No we don't. We are our own people, we still have good hearts, and we can survive in our own way."
