NyanCatx

Just like dad taught me, I held the stock of the rifle against my chest as I kept my eyes locked on the deer.
I took a deep breath and pushed my finger slowly towards the trigger, shaking as I noticed the deer becoming clear enough for me to shoot.
  Hesitant, I pulled the trigger, hoping that after the loud bang that busted my eardrums, the deer would be laying on the moss stone. I took my focus out of the scope to find my target, I had been successful. I pulled my walkie out of my pocket and called towards camp, "Sam, start a fire, I'm bringing home a friend." I chuckled and ran towards its body that had already bled in its surrounding area.
    Walking further, I began to feel uneasy, I was all of a sudden met by multiple small stings that spread across my face.
"Stop right there! That deer belongs to me now." a voice yelled, unable to pinpoint its location. I began to look at the    buildings that surrounded me, trying to find where the voice had come from. 
"I don't mean no harm. Please, I need this, we can share it, no one needs to get hurt." I yelled in response, still looking aimlessly around. "Please, at least give me something in return, something. . ." I yelled again, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Lower your weapon, and we can negotiate." the voice yelled. I was very hesitant, but I lay my weapon where I stood and held my hands up.
It was quiet, I could hear the sounds of leaves rushing across the town roads, and the wind chimes that had to at least be a mile away.
I heard the sound of a foot hitting the pavement behind me, I slowly turned around and was met with a man, a young man, who seemed to be 2 decades behind me. He was wearing a bomber jacket with worn out cargo pants, but he had a clean shaven face and well trimmed hair, perhaps too well trimmed. He held his weapon aimed at me, but slowly began to put it down as he inspected me.
    "How long you been out here?" the man asked as he handed me a bottle of water.
"Too long. . .too long.  What about you?" I said as my hand slowly approached and grabbed hold of the bottle.
    "I'm asking the questions here." The man replied, quickly interrupting me. I nodded in response, a little irritated.
I noticed he began to inspect me more until he finally looked at my face. He lowered his gun, his full attention now on me.
I was too shocked to inspect him when he handed me his gun.
    "You gonna shoot me for that deer? Do it now." 
My jaw slightly dropped, was there a trick to this? A part of me wanted to pull that trigger, so I could get it over with and take the deer back home.
    I aimed the rifle and met his face eye leveled to the barrel. My mind was set completely on him, no one else in the world existed in that moment except the two of us. A loud static noise came from the walkie hanging at my side.
 "Daddy, did you find something to eat? Me and Sam started the fire, and It's big!" 
It was my daughter, all the tension in my mind had ceased, and with eyes wide open, I stared at the man as I radioed back to camp. "Everything's fine honey, keep the fire alive, I'll be home before dark."
Oddly enough, the man smiled, and he began to speak.
    "Looks like we have some things to work on, my name is Paul, Paul Rovia, but if you like, you can call me Jesus."
Bewildered, by the man's attitude, I introduced myself.
 "My name is Christian. I'm grateful we could come to this and not any of us winding dead."
"We see a lot of that these days, right? I wouldn't want to make it any worse. Sounds like you have a camp, how are you holding up?"
My skin grew cold, I locked eyes with him again, meeting them with great fury, hoping that he couldn't see the fear that was hiding behind mine.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. We have a community nearby with walls, food, shelter, we are willing to take you in if you can stay true to the rules that we have." False, false, and false, I was tired of hearing about hope that would later extinguish, I couldn't afford to go through what me and my family had to go through.
    My walkie went off again, "Daddy, Uncle is on his way to find you, he's going to help you carry whatever you found." my daughter said, in a childish tone.
I turned my attention back to Paul, who still had his calm and sophisticated look on, something just did not seem right to me.
I began to hear the air whistle back and forth as I noticed an object heading towards the two of us. I quickly ducked as I heard a thump and the sound of a body hitting the cement. I peeked from my arms and saw a figure slowly approaching. As it approached closer, I realized who the figure was.
    "Taking that boomerang was a great idea." the voice said.
I scoffed and quickly got up to face the figure that was already standing above me.
"Zach, Mike is going to be on his way soon, in the mean time help me tie this man up."
"You're welcome. Anyways, who is this guy?"
I pulled zip tie out of my pack and began to push the man's arms and legs closer together. Before I was able to start tying, I felt the impact of the man's boot hitting the tip of my nose, pushing me onto my back. I looked up and saw him jump himself up and back kicking Zach in the chest, pushing him to the ground as well. I quickly crawled to my rifle and aimed the barrel to his back as he began to run away. I heard the groan of a lurker somewhere behind me, a group of 5 of them had shown up. I quickly got up to shoot the ones closest to me, but I was stopped by the sound of a bang, a gun shot, but it didn't come from the rifle I was holding.
    I turned around to see the man laying on the ground, under the street light. The shooter was behind an abandoned car, he began to move forward, revealing himself.
"Come on, help me pull him back to camp." the voice said.
Zach helped me eliminate the lurkers that had been approaching me.
Zach chuckled as he held the back of his head. I quickly turned from the massacre and began our approach towards the voice.
"Mike, he had his gun drawn at me, he didn't kill me."
"Well you know what, if you're asking me to give him an easy time, you're wrong. I'm not letting that happen again." 
Mike responded as he looked up at me, reminding me of the large scar that stretched along down his left eye.


   

Dang it's been a while, I just wanted to say what's up, it's been 3 years since you guys have heard of me. Looking back at my gallery, I didn't realize how horrible some of the "memes" I made were, thank gosh I stopped when I did, haha. Now I'm like 17 with a job, oh and I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, which I am very grateful for.
But dang, a lot has changed. I think It's funny too how I used to treat my pageviews like they were subscribers, by the way I only have like 60 watchers or something like that.
I still watch the Walking Dead even though most of it has gone to crap. I also remember those Walking Dead canon stories I made, very cringey as well with horrible writing and dialogue. I like to still think it's canon to the Walking Dead TV universe because it's funny to know a kid getting bitten on the hand for a bag of butterfinger exists in the same universe as Negan.
Maybe I'll start uploading again, we'll see, I got nothing better to do honestly. I won't be calling you all "Nyan Deviants" because that's kind of cringey and makes me want to commit die, I'll probably just post photography because I'm cool like that.

We will see! See ya doods

Hello Nyan Deviants, my name is nyancatx. I have not uploaded anything for almost a month, uploading just wasn't fun anymore. I loved uploading memes but that got boring along with uploading stories. I have a whole bunch of ideas in my head but I just didn't want to upload them. I love making people laugh, but for me, it just isn't as fun as before. Uploading my made up stories was so fun, I wrote Walking Dead stories, Slender, and Zelda! Also said I would continue Zelda and Walking Dead but I just didn't want to do it. I loved uploading them but I think I sucked the fun out of it.

So I am officially leaving this account, it was fun guys and I hate to say this. But like I said I sucked the fun right out of it, and if I were to keep going, it would feel like I was forcing myself. But I will make visits to this account just to see how everyone's doing. I had a lot of great memories on this account, and I met lots of great people!

I do use Instagram though! My Instagram is @kaimarianosauce, I go on it everyday so I thought it would be a great way to communicate with you guys!

I want to thank  all of you guys for the support and love, it was a great feeling for me. So that's it for this last journal entry, I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you have a wonderful day

Hello Nyan Deviants! I have to decided instead of only Walking Dead being wrote, I was thinking of giving you guys a new story that will be coming soon! Or should I say storie(s) I am going to be working on 3 stories, number one is Minecraft, second is Hardtime, and my favorite Surviving Skyrim. I am going to write my first Minecraft story tonight and I will release it tommorow! Hardtime will come after Minecraft, and i'm saving the best for last! By the way I have something awesome to tell you! My school was having a writing competition, and the result? I will be going to Washington D.C to go to the finals! The prize is 5,000, so what does that mean? I can do a lot of giveaways like premium membership, points, or whatever you guys like! Now i'm going to end this journal soon, and now you must be asking, when is half of Chapter 2 of The Walking Dead coming?! Well I will be releasing it next month, and guys your going to love it! Well anyways thanks for reading my journal which I hardly ever make, I hope you enjoyed reading this journal and I hope to see you, yes YOU in the next one!

"Where do we head next Mike?" asked Zach. "I heard Alexandria's good." said Christian.
"No, that's too far from where we are." said Mike. Christian nodded. "We need to find a place that's secure." said Mike.
"Me and my sister were staying at this camp, we got kicked out though." said Hannah.
"Do you know where it is?" asked Mike. "Somewhere near Atlanta." said Hannah.
Mike grabbed out a map of Georgia. "We're not that far, we're in Macon and Atlanta is only 83 miles away!" said Zach.
"We should rest first, well head out tommorow, so be prepared." said Mike.
"Samantha, Eli, and Hannah start a fire, Me Zach and Christian will hunt for food." said Mike.
"Well see you later." said Eli.
Mike Zach and Christian ran into the woods.
"I'm tired of Mike and Zach with this whole leader thing." said Samantha.
"Your going to hate on your own brother and Mike, the man who got you this far?" asked Hannah.
"No, I love Zach, but i'm getting tired of running everyday trying to find a camp that'll just get overrun eventually." said Samantha.
"I also saw what you did to Seleznyov." said Samantha.
Hannah nodded.
"Hey, did you hear that?" asked Eli.
Everyone went quiet and listened.
"I see something over there." said Eli.
As Hannah looked closely she saw only one walker.
"It's only one walker." said Hannah.
Samantha looked and saw a dozen walkers coming towards the camp.
"Holy crap." said Samantha.
"Put the fire out, put the fire out!" said Hannah nervously.
Eli put the fire out and they all hid behind a tree.
Samantha took a peek and the dozen walkers were walking through the camp.
The walkers started walking towards the tree's they were hiding by.
When Samantha peeked again she saw no sign of walkers.
Samantha came out from behind the tree when all of a sudden a walker grappled her.
"Argh, help me!" said Samantha.


A walker grappled Hannah too. The walker was about to close in on Samantha and succeeded.
Samantha was screaming in pain. Mike came back from his hunt and shot the walker.
Zach ran to Samantha and hugged her. Zach saw a bite on Samantha's neck.
"No, please Samantha, DON'T LEAVE ME!" screamed Zach.
Eli started to cry and walked away.
Samantha was crying in pain.
Zach grabbed his gun out and pointed the gun at Samantha. But he couldn't pull the trigger.
"Don't, you don't have to do this Zach." said Mike.
Zach nodded and walked away crying.
Mike pointed the gun at Samantha.
"Have fun in Atlanta." said Samantha.
Mike teared up.
"I'm sorry Samantha." said Mike.
"It's okay Mike, do what you have to do." said Samantha.
Mike pulled the trigger and shot Samantha.


Mike dug a grave for Samantha.
Mike turned around and saw Zach carrying Samantha over to the grave.
He set Samantha inside the grave and said his goodbyes.
Zach nodded at Mike.
Mike buried Samantha in her grave and hammers a crucifix on top of it.
"Sorry for your loss Zach." said Mike.
Zach didn't answer.
"I'm leaving the group." said Zach.
"I know how you feel, but you can't walk off now." said Mike.
"Take all my weapons, just do whatever you want, I just want to go alone." said Zach.
"Not even for a million dollars Zach." said Mike.
Zach grabbed his bag of weapons and handed it to Mike.
"I'm leaving, sorry Mike." said Zach.
Mike nodded as Zach walked off.
"Hey Zach, take this." said Mike.
Mike threw Zach a knife,pistol and 5 cans of meat.
Zach nodded and walked off.
Mike felt a tap on his shoulder.
Mike turned around and saw Hannah.
"Let's start heading out." said Hannah.
Mike nodded.
"Where do we go?" asked Christian.
"I already asked the same question, we're going to Atlanta." said Rykov.
Mike nodded and looked in the direction where Zach was walking.
He could see Zach walking into the forest.
"Well, we're going to Atlanta." said Mike.