"Fucked Up Sweethearts." (TWDG Marlon Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

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I don't remember how long I've been running. It had to have been at least nine months. My brown hair had grown out way past my shoulders. I didn't know how much longer my ponytail would hold. My shoes were busted, my clothes were worn down and raggedy, multiple holes covering them. Hell, another month of me wearing these pants and they would be nonexistent. I definitely needed to find a place with clothes. The past few places I've found have only had minimal food and dirty mattresses, along with junk that wasn't useful to me at all. The last place I was at was a train station, but I wasn't there for very long, it was overcrowded with walkers.

The weapon I had with me was a gun that only had a few bullets left, and a knife. Basic, but that's what I got. At least they work just fine.

After I had left the train station, I continued on a straight path. For some reason, walkers were swarming the area. Something must've happened. A loud noise, a fight, something.

'Maybe it was them.' I thought to myself. I didn't want to be thinking about them right now, though. I needed to stay focused and alert since there were so many walkers in the area at the moment.

I made sure to keep my movement swift but silent, since I wanted to get out of the area as quick as possible, but I also wanted to make it out alive.

The further I got, I noticed smoke. I tried to get closer to the source of the smoke, and that's when I noticed a smashed flipped over car, and a few dead walkers near by. Judging from the smoke, this was new. Someone had been here. I got as close to the car as I could without being spotted by anyone or anything, and I didn't see anybody dead inside of the car, though there was fresh blood. There wasn't a trail or anything to follow, so I continued on my own path, only having to kill a couple of walkers the deeper I got into the forest.

A few minutes had passed since I had walked away from the crash, and I was about to get lost in thought until I heard my name being yelled in the distance.

I stopped dead in my tracks, looking around for whoever the male was that called my name. Then, he yelled for me again, this time it was closer. After spinning around in circles, I spotted him.

"Aubrey, darling! Boy, I can't say I didn't miss ya, 'cause I really missed that pretty little face." He smirked at me, and that's when I noticed the shotgun in his right hand.

"No words for me, huh? Bet you thought I wasn't gonna be able to find ya." He chuckled, taking a few small steps towards me. I kept my distance though, and backed up a little bit.

"When you ran away all them months ago, me and a few of my boys followed you. Surprised you didn't notice." He chuckled once again, his dark green eyes locking with my bright green ones. It felt as if he wasn't even blinking, as if he was looking into my soul, searching for something.

"Well, I couldn't keep waiting for you to notice me, so, here I am! Did ya miss me?" He asked, waiting for an answer. I didn't give him the answer he wanted.

"The fuck do you want, Henry?" I finally spoke, my voice filled with anger. I couldn't stand looking at his face, not after what he did. He was the reason I left that fucking Sleepaway camp.

"I want you to come back to the camp with me, Aubs. Like I said, I miss ya." Henry had a heavy southern accent, kind of like a cowboy. If you didn't see his face, you'd think he was at least least thirty-year-old man. He was only nineteen, heading on twenty, I believe. He was very tall and slim, and had tan skin. He had shaggy light brown hair, and had a little mustache. I used to think he was handsome at first, but the more of his dickbag personality he'd reveal to me, the more I hated him. He was ugly to me now, inside and out.