"She was like a new light. A new beginning. A new end." - Rick Grimes.
This story is about Bella Sinclair and her journey through the new world of the dead. A story of hope, of justice, of family and most importantly, of love. It focuses on a simil...
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With burning soles, I kept running. Panted breath, weakly knees and a throbbing ache weighed against me. Fire coursing through my veins, as my matted hair draped around the sides of my face, forming into clumps from the built up sweat.
"No- no..."
Cries began to escape my trembling mouth, as I came to a crossroads. My feet fumbled around each other, before I collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"Argh!"
I screamed as loud as I possibly could, bringing my clenched fists up to my face in an attempt to hide myself behind them.
We had been running through the whole night, exhausted, drained of any remaining energy, fighting against wounds, blisters, bruises, fragile bones and a feeble mentality. Having held onto a thin shred of hope after the prison, to find members of our family, only for two of them to be taken away from us again. It broke me.
Long ago, I made a promise to Hershel that I would always protect his daughters, that then extended to the parentless child, Charlie. Maybe that is my problem; I always put the lives of everyone in my own hands because I want to save everything, even though I know nobody has that ability. I set myself up for heart break; but would we really be living if we didn't?
Neither of the Dixon brothers knew what to say, if there was even anything that could be said. There was no way to tell which direction the vehicle travelled in; leaving the three of us to think that we may never find them. So, we each took a space in the middle of the crossroads and sat in silence.
Daryl was crushed, I could see that and I think Merle could too. Him and Beth had grown close over the time they had spent together, as short as it may have been. They had built a friendship and Daryl appreciated every sense of what that offered him; the way she thought, her kindness, her outlook on life, it was refreshing and pure.
As for me; I just felt numb. I barely knew Charlie, but I felt responsible for him. I took on the role of being a parent to him because he was left with nobody, just like I was. I wanted to give him a life worth living, or as close to that as possible. Now he's gone, and I don't think I will ever find him again.
"Well, look at here." A strangers voice spoke up.
I pulled my fists away from my face, looking up to see a figure towering over me with a rifle in his hands. Watching him for a few seconds, I sat up, finding another four men surrounding us in a circular formation.
"If you wanna rob us, go ahead. We ain't stoppin' y'all from tryin'." Merle muttered, easing his way up from the ground diagonal from me.
In the corner of my eye, I saw the stranger make a move for my blades. I quickly rolled back, catching his arm between my thighs and forced him to the ground, placing my knee against his wrist. Swiftly taking a blade from my holster, I pressed it against the side of his throat. "Try that again, I'll take your hand."
