1 | 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ➪ 𝔇.𝔇𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫

F O R T Y

Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

They walked through the woods when they heard screaming. I get needing help, but are you really that dumb to forget screaming will bring more. Samantha thought. 

"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" Rick and Daryl shared a look before they all ran after the noise.

They found a man on a big rock with walkers surrounding him. He had no weapons.

Rick, Michonne, and Daryl killed the walkers. And then the man slid down the big rock. "Oh bless you, bless you." The man worked on finding his footing. He wore a white collar signaling that he was a priest. 

It took a moment for the group to notice his attire. And before anyone could stop her, Samantha's sword was at his neck. Flashbacks ran through her mind. Everyone went on guard at her movement. Abraham thought she was untrustworthy; she didn't talk to anyone, and she also liked to kill whether it was necessary or not. 

"Sam put the sword down." Rick's voice was calm, and Daryl knew she took it as condescending. She stared at the priest in anger, "He deserves to pay for what he's done," she said mostly to herself. 

The priest froze in fear; had someone found out his secret; did someone know of what he had done to the others? 

"Samantha," Rick warned. She looked at Rick who held a serious look to his face. "Put away the sword," he said simply. She looked back at the priest, she tilted her head, examining him. She kept eye contact with him while putting the sword away. 

The priest's eyes unwidened and he no longer looked scared and innocent. But that didn't mean he looked like the monster Samantha saw him as. He still stood pressed against the big boulder; the group surrounded him in a semi-circle. 

Once her sword rested in its holder she felt a hand gentle wrap around her small wrist. She didn't have to look back to know who's touch it was. It was warm, and rough and caused her insides to flutter. 

She looked back, meeting the beautiful crystal blue eyes that bored into her hazel ones. He gave her a small nod telling her that she should step back, that she needed to step back. His look wasn't pleading, or demanding, it just was. 

She looked away from him, she snatched her arm from his grasp, and she stepped away from the still terrified priest. She kept walking back until she was outside the semi-circle of people. She didn't notice Alissa head her way. 

She felt Alissa's warm hand brush against her own. The touch sent an electrifying shock through her body, causing goosebumps to fill her once smooth skin. Samantha turned her head to Alissa, who held a small smile. It was meant to ease Samantha's worries, and it did for a brief moment. Until a terrifying thought invaded Samantha's thoughts. 

'What if Alissa dies.' Samantha's face quickly grew pale and she resisted the urge to pull Alissa in for a hug. 

"You okay?" Alissa asked, noticing the cool tone that took over Samantha's once warm cheeks.