|Living in the Dying Light
Author: Torchwood Boy PM
ON HIATUS! Alex was just a normal sixteen year old kid from England who moved to America a year before the worlds end. After losing everything, Alex finds himself saved by people just like himself, desperate and on the edge. Fighting together, Alex sees that it may not be the end of the world, but just the beginning of a new day... Currently running alongside Season 3!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 42 - Words: 48,931 - Reviews: 111 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 04-20-13 - Published: 06-23-12 - id: 8247599
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Hey there! Thanks for the great reviews I received for the first chapter!
But believe me, Alex is not going to turn into a warrior or a badass anytime soon. This isn't going to be a cosy little story about how he fights the zombies and saves the world, this is a story about someone completely lost on a continent they don't really know and he's fighting for his life.
This chapter contains more zombie killing! Plus, the true side of humanity!
Alex felt like he had been running for weeks, although in truth it had probably been about sixteen hours. His back ached, he had fallen about three times and was now limping.
The sun had just risen and he was ready to forget the night he had just had, which included killing quite a few Walkers.
Alex kept running, attempting to drag every bit of energy he had in him out, but his body was giving out. He hadn't eaten in almost twenty hours and he was incredibly tired and worn down.
Suddenly, a walker appeared from behind a tree just ahead.
It looked at him and made the same noise his mother had when she had turned. Alex must have heard that noise a hundred times in the last sixteen hours. He hadn't actually killed that many, just knocked them down or outran them until they gave up chasing and he was met with a new Walker.
Alex raised the bat as it ran at him. Swinging it, it connected with the Walker's shoulder and the Walker fell to the floor.
Over it in a instance, Alex proceeded to beat it's head in with the bat.. He felt sick as he heard the cracking of the skull. He had tried earlier to beat one to death by hitting it in the heart, but they only seemed to die when the brain was damaged. Alex fell back and breathed heavy, his body was shaking. He hated killing, it wasn't natural. But they wanted to kill him as well, and he didn't have a clue to where he was heading.
He hadn't seen anyone in the night, although he hadn't really been able to see. At one point he had become so hysterical that his crying had drawn about seven of them to him. He had beaten each of them to death or something like it, not really understanding what was happening, but his body seemed to understand it needed to survive more then he did.
Alex caught his breath and carried on, now falling to a slow limp.
He was lost and was probably going to die out here, but at this moment in time, he didn't give a shit. He would fight until he could no more, and that seemed to be getting a closer scenario by every passing minute.
Alex looked to his right and left, before checking behind him.
No walkers were around, but Alex wasn't sure whether he could take the chance to take a rest.
He wanted to get to a highway, see if he could get in a car. He'd certainly cover more ground in a car. He had only just been granted his licence in the America to drive, in England he would not have even been eligible even yet.
Suddenly, something caught Alex's attention. It was far over to the right, but Alex was sure it was a cabin or a lodge of some description.
Alex began to walk faster, until he was in a comfortable run. His leg wanted to collapse, but his other dragged it along, making sure that Alex got to his destination.
Eventually he reached the small cabin. Alex had guessed it was a small hunting lodge, thought what anyone would hunt around here was a mystery to Alex, everything seemed dead to him. Looking through the window, it seemed empty. It was small and there was only one other room that seemed to be tiled, probably the bathroom.
Alex tried the door and found it was open. Walking inside, Alex saw a door at the other side which was probably the back door. Looking to his left he saw some keys on a cabinet, along with a small one sided Axe.
Alex tried the back door and it was locked.
Very quickly, Alex noticed another noise. A small, wheezing noise.
Alex swung around to find a walker nearly at him. It had been in the bathroom.
The Walker ran at him, knocking him into the cabinet. Alex tried to push it off, but this guy had obviously been a stocky guy when he was alive.
Alex threw a punch, connecting with the Walkers jaw. The Walker fell back slightly and Alex shot his hand up, grabbing the Axe from the cabinet and bringing it down on the Walkers head.
It fell back and Alex lunged at it.
"ARGH!" Alex screamed as he repeatedly ripped into it's head with the axe.
Tears streamed down his face as he delivered the final blow. Falling back, Alex dropped the axe and gathered his knees to his chest, rocking backwards and forwards, crying.
"I'm sorry." Alex whispered, still crying. "I'm so sorry."
Slowly picking his shaking body up, Alex grabbed the Axe and walked into the bathroom. There were no other walkers, but Alex found a bath covered in blood and a small pen knife.
He had taken his own life…
Alex walked back in, completely confused.
"But how are you a walker then?" Alex asked the dead body, which lay still on the floor. He had given them the name Walker because of how they walked slowly. "This just gets stranger."
Alex grabbed the keys off the cabinet and locked the front door. He then moved to the back door and unlocked it. He grabbed the leg of the dead man and with some effort dragged it threw the back door.
Closing the back door and locking it, Alex dragged the dead walker from the cabin and for a distance until he found a ravine that dropped down into a small ditch.
Alex threw the body down and just as he was about to leave he looked up across the wood.
He saw a road. It was still a way away, but he could see cars and vehicles all parked.
That meant there would be Walkers.
Resolving to stay at the cabin for the rest of the day and night, Alex walked back to it. Unlocking the back door Alex walked in, locking it again.
First, he walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinets, finding some bread and tins of different things.
He ripped open the bread and ate almost half of the loaf before he had had enough. He opened the fridge to find countless bottles of water and soda.
It seemed this guy had been prepared for anything. Alex drunk two bottles of water, before feeling full of that as well.
Walking into the bathroom, Alex turned the tap and was happy to find water come rushing out of it.
He rinsed the blood from the bath, making sure he got all of it. Alex then disposed of the knife by putting it in the bin, although he picked it up with a tissue afraid of getting the blood on him.
Looking in the mirror, Alex noticed how he looked completely different, he looked ill and sick and tired.
After using the toilet, Alex ran himself a bath, because the shower head didn't seem to work. The water became hot eventually, but Alex didn't think it would last long so he filled the bath up quickly.
After washing himself, Alex changed back into his clothes, after washing them, if he was in the position to do this, he would, because he might not get the chance again.
Walking out of the room, Alex walked over to the bloody Axe. Washing it, Alex carefully made sure that none of the blood touched him. He found a back holder for it on the side, this was where he could swing it over his back and it would hold there on a sort of leather hold that would wrap underneath his armpit and around his opposite shoulder.
Alex looked in the cupboard to find a shotgun and a small hand gun. At the bottom of the cupboard was mostly ammunition for the hand gun. There was also a hunting knife and a belt with a gun holder and a knife holder.
Alex grabbed the handgun, deciding that the shotgun took to long to reload. He had never used a gun before, which was quite normal being from England.
After he carefully learnt how to reload and arm it, Alex put some Ammo in it and put it next to the bed in the corner of the room. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but if he did at least he would know how to reload it.
He slowly grabbed a bottle of water and put it next to his bed, checked that both doors were locked and shut up all the shutters.
Alex got into the bed, not knowing how much sleep he would get, but he quickly fell into a deep sleep…
And it would probably be one of his last.
Well I hoped you enjoyed it. I can confirm that upcoming characters are Merl Dixon, Morgan and Duane Jones and a little bit of Rick, but that is still a couple of chapters away!
Please comment and let me know what you think and what I could do next!