I'm a part of lot of different tv show and movie fandoms. A little bit of everything put into one big thing. This is a collection of imagines and preferences.
#69 walkingdead
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You knew you’d eventually have to move on from the little home you’d set yourself up in. In the backroom of a drug store, you’d set up a home base and rarely left that room. It’d been a long while since you’d been around people or seen someone that wasn’t looking to kill or rob you. The supplies that you had in the store were finally starting to run low and you could only go so long on just granola bars and what few water bottles actually had water in them.
With just a knife at your side, you stepped out of the room and into the main part of the store. Carefully, you step over the cans you’d strung up to signal if something (or someone) wandered into the store. Exiting the store, you pause for a moment, taking in the feeling of the sun on you before you walk to the next little store over. You open the door, freezing when the bell above your head chimes.
After a long moment, no walker shows itself so you continue going in, propping the door to stay open with a piece of broken shelf. You slowly walk through the small store, weaving through the tiny isles in the hopes of finding unspoiled food. You’re almost tempted to leave when you nearly run into a huge spider web but you press on, praying that one doesn’t get the jump on you.
A small shelf of to-go foods was still kinda standing with most of the food gone and others ripped open on the floor no doubt by wildlife. “Score.” You smile, snatching a pack of jerky and instantly eating some of it before your attention is brought to the sound of a car pulling up outside. You duck down out of view of the front window. The car rolls to a stop outside and you can hear it turn off before one of the doors opens. You trade the jerky for your knife and slowly begin to make your way to the front to see out the window.
It’s a nice car parked out front of the stores. A figure walks away from the car and into the store you’d been staying in. Quickly, you leave the store and approach the back of the car, out of sight from the windows in case the person looks out. You can faintly hear the sound of the cans clinking as they kick one of the lines in the building.
For a moment you hesitate in opening the trunk of the car, contemplating if you had it in you to steal from whoever it was. Then you thought back to your situation and slowly popped open the trunk of the large car, shuffling through the boxes in the back. Whoever it was had a good bit of guns and supplies in the back.
“Hello?” You jump, ducking down as the person leaves the store. He’d seen your stuff in the back and now was on high alert for anyone in the area. Quietly, you move along the side of the car while he walks along the other side. “Shit.” He reaches the open trunk, looking around before checking the contents of the trunk.
Slowly, you make your way around the car and somehow you’re behind the guy while his back’s turned. With all the strength you can measure you hit him on the head with the blunt end of your knife and he drops like a rock. Smiling triumphantly, you look down and nudge his body so he’s on his back with your foot. He’s out cold, groaning before falling silent. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest and there’s a rifle at his side which thankfully didn’t go off. You put your knife back at your side and pat down the man, finding a pistol on his person. You take the gun and then you really go through the back and take some food and water in a bag that you found in the trunk.
