It's All About Survival (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter 2

*one year later*
I put my brown, disgusting hair into a braid before picking all my supplies up and walking. I didn't know where I was going. I was just going wherever my feet would take me. It sucked being all alone, but after awhile, you get use to it. Sometimes the quiet is good. But sometimes it's deadly.

For the past however days, weeks, months or years, I've gone through 5 groups. Which now all of them are dead. That's why I'm now alone. I've been alone for about 6 weeks, I'd say. And I'm slowly going crazy. I talk to myself, I talk to the voices in my head, and pretty much pretend like nothing ever happened. But that always got ruined by a creeper walking towards me.

I grabbed my half full water bottle and took a sip of it. I put it back, and walked out onto the road. I dragged my feet as the hot Georgia sun beat down on me. Every once in a while a cold breeze would come, but it didn't come enough.

I listened to the nature all around me. It was peaceful, like the world had never ended. But then I heard the deadly groans. I sigh, pulling out my knife. Two creepers came out, and they were gone with one stab to the head. I put my knife away, expecting it to be the last of it.

I walked a couple more feet, before a hoard came towards me. I grabbed my gun, and started shooting like a mad man. Why are they so far from the city?! They have never came this far in this big of a group. My pistol came to a clicking sound, and I cursed under my breath. I started running into the woods, but got more creepers limping towards me. I looked at all of the dead people coming after me, and I honestly had no idea what to do.

So I did the thing I did most now: I ran. I started running, hoping I could find a group or lose them. I ran for what seemed like forever, so I decided to go into the woods. It was hard to pick up my feet, seeing as I've been on them for a very long time.

They followed me into the woods, so I went deeper into the woods, hoping they would lose track of me. I turn around to look, and they were way behind me. I slowed down just a bit so I could catch my breath, but out of no where, 3 creepers came out from behind some bushes and tackled me.

My knife fell right next to me, a little bit out of my reach. I screamed, hoping for some help. But no one was around. No one is ever around. I looked at my knife, and was able to scoot closer to it. I grabbed it, and stabbed the two creepers on top of me. The other two where about to attack me, but I got up and tried to run. But one of the creepers got ahold of my bag, and wouldn't let go.

I slipped out of my backpack, and turned to stab the two other creepers. By this time, the hoard of creepers were closer then ever. I ran, and forgot about my backpack. I'll just have to find a store. Or hopefully a group.

I ran and ran, until I saw an opening coming close. I ran faster towards it, realizing it was an old prison. The creepers were still behind me, so I ducked into a hickory bush by the prison.

The creepers walked past me, and towards the fences of the prison. Now I didn't know where to go. I was stuck in this bush for who knows how long! I could feel my eye lids closing, and I couldn't control it. I let myself fall asleep in a bush.

*two hours later*

My eyes shot open, when I heard two voices coming close to me. Survivors?! Maybe I will get out of this damn bush today. I stayed quiet though, because they could be dangerous people.

One guy with a crossbow, a black leather jacket and long hair was talking to an African American lady with an amazing katana on her back. I have always wanted one of those..

"I swore I saw someone here. They were running from the walkers." The lady said. I've never heard the term walkers before. That's different, but I liked it.

"Well they're probably dead now seeing as we can't find 'em." The man answered back. I kept my breathing low, and I tried to move to get a better look at them, and a twig snapped under my shoe.

"Who's there?!" He yells. They both put their weapons up, and the man walks towards the bush. he pointed the loaded crossbow right at me, and I slowly stood up.

"Please. Don't hurt me. I'm not here to hurt you." I begged. I put my hands up, and realized my hair was down and out of its braid. I wonder how that happened.

"What's your name?" The woman asked me, keeping her game face on. I looked between the two, to scared to answer.

"M-my name's London. London Wright." I gulped, hoping that they would save me, and not kill me and let me turn into one of those things. I have met pretty messed up people ever since this happened. It proves what loneliness and a broken heart can do to you.

"Do you have any weapons?" He asked. I nodded, and threw my knife and pistol towards him. "That's it." I said. She picked them up and put them in her belt.

"You only lived on a pistol and a knife? Not even food or water?" He asked me. I nodded, pretty much agreeing. I rarely ever had food and water with me. My knife and pistol were like my babies.

"What's your guys' name's?" I asked. They seemed.. Normal. They don't seem crazy or killers, and they don't seem like they'll leave me out here alone. They looked like good people.

"I'm Michonne. This is Daryl." The lady, Michonne, said while putting her sword back into its pocket.
I waved hi, slowly, and Daryl nodded his head. He put his crossbow away, and stepped closer.

"I need to ask you three questions." Daryl said, waiting for my response. I nodded slowly, waiting for what he was going to ask.

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asked first. I was taken back, not expecting a question like this. I thought for a second, looking around.

"To many to count." I answered honesty. He nodded, and continued. "How many people have you killed?" He asked. I thought back to the three men that tried raping me, and tried to think if there was any other people who tried to hurt me.

"Five." I sighed. I felt ashamed. I felt like I was becoming a monster. People shouldn't kill the living. Especially during a time like this. We should all come together and help each other, but instead we're hurting and killing.

"Why?" He asks. I gulped down my spit and the lump in my throat. "Three tried raping me. One tried taking my supplies. And the other tried killing my boyfriend." I said, letting a few tears slip out.

He nodded, and looked at Michonne. "Come with me." He said. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the prison, which I'm guessing is their camp.

"I need you to talk to our leader, Rick. He will decide if you stay with us or not." Michonne said, passing Daryl and I. I sighed again, waiting for this Rick guy to decide my fate.