What am I going to do it's already mid day and I haven't even found a fucking place to stay for the night, I thought while kicking the dirt beneath my feet as I walked. I've been walking for miles running low on food,water,ammo. I obviously don't have a group. All I have is two pistols, a backpack,two cans of fruit,half a water bottle,a photo album,a camera around my neck that my alcoholic mom gave me,a old baseball cap my abusive dad gave me,a heart shaped neckless that my grandmother gave me before she passed away, and my personality of being a tomboy. That's pretty good though in this world but before everyone judged the way I looked. They didn't hate me they just thought I was different in the bad way. ( PS your not lesbian no offense if you are though)
I kept walking until I heard the crackling of leaves and heavy moans behind me. I turn around quickly and I see three limping walkers heading towards me. I stoped and stared at them. I think I should just ignore them instead of trying to kill them and there limping they're not going to walk that fast. Just in case though I should walk a little bit faster. I thought as I quickly turned around and started walking again.
*couple minutes later*
I turn around and see that I lost the walkers. I decided to sit down and lay on a tree. I grabbed my back pack and look for any food items I could find. I sighed in relief as I pulled out a can of fruit. I grab a can opener and begin to open it. Once it was open I grabbed a piece of fruit with my fingers and bit half of it. As I started to bite into the next piece I noticed something in the distance. I stood up leaving the can on the on the floor to get a better view. I got a little closer and started to squint. I could start to see a big, gray building. My eyes widden. I quickly grabbed my stuff and left behind the can of fruit cause I was to excited to care. I started running towards it.
I kept running as I got closer I saw that it was a prison with a huge fence surrounding it. I kept getting closer until I noticed that there we're people. I stopped and hid behind the brush,and studied them. All they were doing was killing off a big whored of walkers pushing against the fence. I started to get closer and closer until most of the walkers from the whored noticed me. "Shit."I said under my breath. I started running back into the woods but there were a lot of walkers coming from that direction. I saw that people noticed me they started to scream "OPEN THE GATE!!". A Asian guy yelled, "HEAD TO THE GATES!!". I ran as fast as I could. A walker grabbed me in a tight grip. I couldn't shake him loose and i couldn't reach for my knife so I grabbed my gun with my pistol with my other hand and shot it. The noise attracted more towards me. I didn't care I started running again and I was able to make it to the gate. I was looking down breathing heavily. When I looked back up I saw people looking at me with stern eyes holding they're guns to me. "I'm sorry I interrupted the party."I said while smirking. A old man yelled "RICK WE NEED YOU!!" The man that was called Rick came running from the prison. "What happen!?" he asked shouting. When he saw me he quickly came towards me and pushed me against the fence with my back facing everyone. "So your the asshole who shot that bullet"he scolded at me while putting my arms behind my back. "Yeah, and your the douche that's afraid of a fourteen year old girl.", I joked. I heard a small chuckle in the background. "Hey Rick, she didn't hurt anybody. That gunshot was her protecting herself.",a man shouted. "That doesn't prove that she's not dangerous!"Rick shouted back. "Please if I wanted to kill you I would've done by now prick. Oops, did I say prick I ment Rick." I remarked. "Shut your mouth!!" He yelled. "Oh really I'd like to see you try." ,I answered. He pointed the his gun to my head. "I don't think you should mess with a man that has a gun to your head!" He whispered. "I'm not scared of you I'd rather die a tomboy then a girly coward." I stated. He turned me around and pointed the gun to my head. "Are you sure about that?" he asked giving me a cold glare. "Yes"I said as I clenched my teeth together. "OK" he said. He was about to pull the trigger before the man with a crossbow pulled him away.
*Ricks POV*
"Daryl what are you doing?!" ,I whispered angrily. "Even though she called you a prick you shouldn't blow her head into pieces." , he replied. "We can't trust her especially when she says she could've killed us if she wanted to."I said walking back to the girl. Daryl just looked at me with no expression. "Yeah, I see I made my point.",I said while walking back to the girl dressed like a stupid tomboy. Daryl gripped on to my shoulder and pulled me back. "Rick you don't want her here cause your afraid of her!"he shouted. Everyone started to look at us. "I'm not afraid of a fourteen year old tomboy." I whispered sternly. "Prove it!",he demanded.
*your POV*
Everybody had they're eyes on me just starring at me. I wasn't afraid of him. I wasn't afraid of anything or anybody, I thought. He was talking to the man with the crossbow. Then the man shouted "Rick you don't want her here cause your afraid of her! Everyone took they're eyes off me and looked directly at them. Rick looked around and saw everyone looking at them and turned back. Then Rick and the man started talking quietly again. Then Rick looked at me and started walking towards me with the crossbow guy following behind. When Rick got to me he demanded "let me see your weapons." "You think I'll use them on a nice person like you.", I said sarcastically while handing over my pistols and my knife. He grabbed them from me quickly and gave them to the Asian guy. "How many walkers have you killed?" He asked glaring at me."I didn't know I was supose to keep score, but if I have to say to many." I said. "How many people have you killed?"he asked still glaring at me. I look down to my feet not wanting them to see the sad expression on my face."only one."I muttered. "Why",he asked giving me a softer expression. "He wasn't a person anymore"I sighed,"but he wasn't dead." A small tear ran down my face. Even though my father abused me I couldn't stop loving him, I thought. Rick walked up to me. He kneeled down putting his hand on my shoulder and asked "who are you?"
