I woke up the next morning, still tired and hungry.
Yet I knew I had to keep moving, through fear of death if nothing else.
I packed my things back in my backpack and set off through the woods, into a new day.

I walked for about 4 hours before I actually came across anything.
I heard talking and instantly backed away, hiding behind a nearby shrub.
Pulling out my Colt P1670 Revolver, I attempted to look through the leaves, trying to see who was approaching.
I heard them talking about some sort of collection.
They or their leader were due to go somewhere to pick up something... I couldn't make it out properly.
As they continued to walk in my direction, I slowly slipped round the shrub as they went past.
As soon as I thought they were out of earshot, I made a run for it.
I ran maybe 50ft before I tripped on a hidden tree root.
"What was that?" A voice asked.
It came from one  of the people who'd passed me.
I looked back to see  them staring straight at me, guns in hand.
They charged at me as I tried to get back on my feet.
I ran through the woods as fast as I could, ignoring their taunts and 'I'm-going-to-kill-you's.

I wasn't running for long though. I hidden gorge stopped me in my tracks, and when I say stopped, I really mean I fell down.

And it all went black.

I woke up to the all too familiar groans of the dead.
Was I one of them?
Was I a re-animated corpse like the rest of them?
I started to panic, realising only after a few moments, my doubts that the dead could panic.
I looked around, seeing six or seven corpses coming at me from all angles.
I was trapped in the gorge having been left for dead by the swines who had chased me.
I tried to keep the corpses off me, shoving two back just in time.
I knifed that same two in their heads, ensuring their re-deaths.
But the other five came at me all at once and it was too much.
They had me collectively pinned to the floor as I tried to kick and punch them off.
I screamed out in the mere hope that someone decent would come and help.
I continued to kick them off me, keeping my eyes on their teeth.

I heard a thud on the ground about 10ft away from me.
And then another.
But I couldn't look to see what the cause was, through fear of being eaten alive.

I heard a grunt as a corpse came flying off me, just as another stopped moving and oozed rotten blood from their head.
It's body fell to the floor, revealing a man.

He had a slight beard coming through, his face shaped by his dark brown curls.
"Come on." He said, sternly, holding out his hand to help me up.
I took it and hoisted myself to my feet before taking out two of the other corpses that had tried to eat me.
My saviour caught the last one and turned to his friend, who had slightly lighter, longish brown hair with a scraggly beard coming through on his chin.

The two were quite an odd pair.
On one hand, you had my Saviour. He looked like he could've been a security guard or cop or something. He wore a button up shirt and carried a rather gorgeous looking Colt Python.
On the other hand, you had the long haired guy. He wore a vest with angel wings on the back and had a crossbow as his preferred weapon choice.

"Thank you." I panted, out of breath from my undead attackers.
"It's no problem. What is your name?" My Saviour asked.
"Quinn. And you?" I replied.
"I'm Rick, this is Daryl." He said.
I looked to the man I now knew as Daryl as he gave me a slight head-nod greeting.
"I'm just gunna... "

Before I could finish my sentence, I hot wave of nausea came over me and once again, it all went black.