[ getaxdictionary ]
the sun was setting and he had been traveling for well, he doesn't exactly remember how long he had been walking for and surviving during this whole...thing. the scent of death was everywhere and he was honestly sick of it as well as not seeing any living human attempting to survive like he was. there were no beating hearts, no birds chirping and the unnerving sound of grunts following by the stench of death and rotting flesh. unable to find out where the rest of the others were was something he wasn't fond of. he hated the fact that the others had left beacon hills without another word after these walkers had invaded the town, bringing their family with them. and him, he had no family left to bring with him. it was quite boring that he'd been alone the entire time well, besides stabbing a few walkers in the head or easily tearing their heads off. the first time he'd done that, it disgusted him, but now it had to be done. he had to forget that they weren't people anymore despite them having families before they were infected. as he walked, he glanced around, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. though, he stopped short the moment he heard it. a heart beating and it was at a calm pace. blocking out the scent of death, he zeroed in on the scent of a human and that's when he began to follow the scent.
