Chapter 15- Fear of Nightmares

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My breath is laboured. My hands are shaking. My legs are aching and my head's spinning. I'm not going to make it. I'm a pessimist, so that's obviously the first thing that's going to come to my mind.

I run through the thick green woods of Georgia, breathless and hopeless. I can't get away from them. They're too fast. They don't need energy. They're like killing machines. They are mindless, killing machines made to kill.

I dodge the fallen trees and bushes one by one, but stumble as my black sleeve gets caught in a thorny bush. Shit. There's no time to run anymore. They've got me. I writhe and kick and scream as their nasty teeth tear at my flesh, giving me a slow and painful death.

I shoot up in my sleeping bag, sweat covering my body. That stupid nightmare again. It's always that one nowadays. Walkers chasing me through the woods and then ending up killing me. I fucking despise walkers. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

I brush the sleep from my eyes as well as I can and take a look around. The tent is empty, the flap is open and light's pouring from it. The first thing that comes to mind is that Daryl has been long gone. I glance at my slightly muddy watch.

5:27 pm. 17:27. I never sleep in this late. Maybe it's because of how tiring yesterday was. Well, it's a bit too late to do things today. Not that I was planning on doing much anyway. Maybe talk to Daryl, help out with watch or just whatever comes up.

I look to my right and see my Metallica shirt and jeans all clean and in a neat pile on Daryl's sleeping bag. Carol. Mother of Sin, that woman is an angel. I'll have to thank her. But otherwise, the tent is empty. Daryl's probably already been gone for a couple of hours now. I mean, it's close to 6pm.

I quickly slip out of the clothes I slept in and put on my clean ones, strapping my weapons where they should be. All set. These clothes feel like home. Especially this shirt. The clothes I had on for the night are now tucked into my sleeping bag, ready to be used again.

I crawl out of the black tent and stretch, slowly getting used to the bright light. That tent is great at blocking out the sun. There's barely any breeze, which I guess is good. Our scent might carry and walkers might smell it.

I slowly make my way through the field, enjoying the fresh air. Being cooped up in a tent that doesn't exactly have an air vent has its downs. The insects around me are buzzing with life, creating a soft sound that compliments my ears.

I walk towards the RV, where Carol and Rick are standing. Probably talking. Maybe about where we're going to go after we get kicked off the farm. Does Carol even know? She wasn't at the meeting yesterday, and Rick might want to keep it secret so panic doesn't arise.

Rick turns around and smiles at me as soon as he hears my footsteps, then walks to sit beside everyone that is around the campfire. The whole group. Now that I look at them, this group seems really quite large. Something I haven't picked up on when they were all apart doing their jobs.

"Carol, I cannot thank you enough for what you do for me and the group. I really appreciate you washing my clothes. But I hope you know that you don't have to." I smile the kindest smile I can and nod to her. She's quite hard working.

"It's all okay." She replies quietly with a tight smile and walks with me to sit by the rest of the group. She'll get used to me. I'm not planning on leaving any time soon unless it's necessary.

The fire's already made.

"Nice of you to join us, sleeping beauty" Shane teases, chuckling. This earns a few chuckles from some and giggles from the kids. I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless and look around the fire.

The only two children in this group, Carl and Sophia. The two women that tend to take care of us, Lori and Carol. The old man that grew close to my heart, Dale. The odd yet friendly-looking T-Dog. Rick and Shane, the group leaders. Daryl, the... That's a difficult one. The blonde Andrea, who doesn't seem to at all like me. And last but not least, the man with a fucking hole in his stomach, Glenn. He's fucked. But he's alive, alright.

Glenn looks at me nervously and then back to Dale, with a slight shake of his head. His ass is about to get scolded. He risked his fucking life! I'm not letting this pass.

"Guys, the barn's full of walkers." He babbles, putting his hands up to his head, holding it. Holy shit. This isn't going to take me off the topic of scolding him for long though.

As if on command, everyone starts freaking out and screaming at Glenn, asking how he knew, others setting off down the field towards the giant barn. Everyone but me. Let me process this. We have been sleeping next to a barn full of walkers. That could kill us. Any given moment if they broke free.

"Ya commin'?" Daryl bellows back to me from halfway across the field, looking me into what I assume are my eyes. He's too far away for me to distinguish the detail. But a tingling chill runs down my spine. I get up anyway and sprint as fast as I can down the grassy field behind everyone else. I try to avoid the well hidden holes in the ground. I'm breathless already, fucking hell. And the fact that I woke up a few minutes ago isn't helping. I really need to move more often.

We all surround the old barn and Shane takes it upon himself to walk up to the giant, old-looking wooden structure to see if there actually are any walkers. He looks through a hole in the wall, and immediately shakes his head. By the look on his face, they're there. No. We've been sleeping next to... Next to the things I've been trying to get away.. Away from. Fuck. After so long of not seeing one. After all the nightmares. If this barn broke down and they got loose, we'd have to run to the woods. My nightmare would be-

The sight in front of me starts spinning around and colours blend together into a beautiful rainbow, my knees giving up. My body falling to the ground. The last thing that I hear are voices screaming my name.

(A/N)
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