FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

1 ➳ NO WAY OUT

BREATHLESS... when I should be fearless.

I am assuming those terms was not the ones to use at the moment. Always running and worrying for no reason, other than the dead walking among us and the constant terror that the living causes us.

My twin brother, Paul, and I came to the Hilltop, looking and hoping for security and civilization. We had all of that... Until the Saviors came in and ruined everything that we had worked so hard to build. Gregory, the Hilltop's leader, just allowed them to come on in and do whatever they wanted – and take whatever they want, too. Just as long as they don't kill any of us, Gregory says.

They've killed some of us before. Negan, who is the leader of the Saviors, single-handily came in with his stupid barbed-wire baseball bat – that he named Lucille – and killed some of our people. He killed a kid, only sixteen years old, and just getting started with his life.

Negan wasn't above murdering anyone – men, women, or children.

I have survived this long because of Paul, who is known as Jesus to everyone. Nobody ever calls him his real name, except for me, of course. If it wasn't for Paul, I wouldn't be alive today. I really do love my twin brother more than anything else that's left here. I owe him everything.

Being here in the heart of Washington, we came here to find a cure. It seems so funny now, actually thinking that we could find something to cure everything from becoming walking cannibals.

We didn't find shit, obviously. What we did find instead was the Hilltop. At first, it was great. Things were good. But, then, the Saviors came and it hasn't been the same since.

Everyone at the Hilltop have jobs to do, though. Paul usually is the one that goes out and gets enough supplies for us and the Saviors. They come and go as they please, as if this is their second home.

Negan has this weird affection with me to the point where he asked me if I would be his "wife." He promised to never kill any of our people again. Although the idea of never losing anyone again to him or his band of goons was a nice thought, I declined immediately and told him to go fuck himself. I even went as far as slapping right across the face while he held this smug smirk among his lips.

By this point, I was just asking to be killed by him. Yet, he didn't do that. As a matter of fact, he continued to smirk as if nothing ever happened. He sighed and said calmly to me, "Tess, you shouldn't have done that, but I'm going to let it pass just this once. Don't let it happen again or I'll kill your brother next."

Negan knew that if he killed me, that it wouldn't exactly be a tragedy, but killing my brother would legitimately kill the Hilltop. They needed him more than they will ever need me, honestly. I've only survived this far because of my brother, after all.

I have worked my way up in the ranks, though, since then and am definitely somebody that anyone should mess with. Most times, Paul and I go out to find supplies together. This also serves as "quality" time to spend together as close siblings.

However, as of today, we decided to go our separate ways just this once. We had different things and places that we wanted to go. We promised to see each other once again soon.

I found myself in town, around where a strip-mall once stood, probably overpopulated when things were normal. Before going inside the bar, where I wanted to go, I spotted a Biter mindlessly wandering around.

It didn't really notice me at first until I started whistling for it. It yanked its body towards me while it nearly broke its neck to stare at me.

It growled and held its arms up for me to just fall right into. Instead, I went ahead and tripped it. It fall down, so I immediately took out my handy knife and drove it down into the back of its head, finally putting it to rest.