Killer Queen (Multi/poly)

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It had been a whole month since Kit took up residency in a pawnshop in the small town near the prison. It's also been a month since she had seen rick and carl, there had been no sign of them like she had expected there would be. A small part of her started to worry the group did in fact choose to backtrack thru areas they had already been thru. She hoped they hadn't not just for her sake of being alone but for their sakes as well. Winter was quickly approaching, everyday just a little colder than the rest and the nights were miserable. She didn't want carl out in that kind of weather. The pawn shop wasn't great but she had made do and it was better than nothing. The little convenience store just a couple doors down was a bonus too, hell not having to scavenge far was a bonus. The only times she left was to hunt in the morning and watch the highway for any signs of rick in the afternoon. But truthfully her hope was dwindling and a darker voice in her head liked to whisper she was abandoned and would never see them again over and over on the loneliest nights. On those nights she would cry silently for her loved ones she lost.

Kit sighed to herself in annoyance as she counted her stash as she packed up for another morning hunt; five arrows and only 9 bullets left. A part of her wanted to kamikaze the prison to find the armory she assumed guards would need but she really didn't want to risk her life. So her only choice was to go farther in hopes of finding more resources or at least arrow heads and fletching; seeing as birds already flew south by now.

Kit walked down the long paved asphalt road keeping an eye on the boring surroundings she had memorized by now. The same scenery over and over day after day. She had even dreamt of walking this road in her dreams some nights. She also dreamt of her father and Shane, others she was alone in a field with nothing. No one to hear her pleas for help except the sheep in the distance who ran away. It was the loneliness that chipped away at Kit slowly, like an unattended infection.

Her foot steps paused as two gorgeous and strong pair of white horses ran freely thru the open woods to her right on the side of the road with their two colts, its was deceivingly beautiful. A false promise that the world was safe for a family to be free, to live. But it was anything but, and the distant growls of the walkers following the family only proved just that. A darkness always followed the pure, the living, any sign of hope. Just fighting the dark inevitable end that awaits them all now.

Kit slightly flinched as she was brought back to her senses as a crow squawked. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the bird, half wondering if it was really there or if it would stay long enough. As slow as she could without scaring it off she simultaneously raised her bow and reached back for an arrow, the bird started started to flap its wings in place as she notched it back, releasing as it tried to take flight. she said a silent prayer in thanks as she approached the bird and carefully freed her arrow before tucking its head into her belt, its limp onyx body dangled from her waist.

She continued on walking, the light carcass on the bird bouncing with every step she took. Cars, dead bodies, more cars, garbage, moving black track same everyday. Kits feet skidded to a stop before running to hide behind the nearest car. A moving car was not the usual, neither was the living needed to operate said moving vehicle. she looped the bow over her shoulders and grabbed her gun, cocking it. she tried to regulate her breathing as she silently prayed the car would drive by, that they didn't see her. But luck was not in her favor as she heard the tires slow on the asphalt as it neared her till it stopped. She heard two doors open but not shut. "We saw you, we don't mean any harm." one voice said, but Kit didn't dare move from her spot.

"Come on out peach, we ain't leaving till you do." another more raspier voice said.

Kit silently cursed as she stood, pointing her gun at the two men. She quickly took in their appearance, one was a Hispanic, clean cut, clean clothes and a semi automatic rifle. The other was also clean and bald but his most notable feature was the missing hand and the blade jimmy rigged to replace it and a basic 9mm. "Damn ain't you a pur-tty thing!" the bald man whistled

"What are you doing out here? don't you know this is a red zone?" the Hispanic remarked with a derogatory attitude. Kit didn't dignify him with a response as she wondered if she could kill both and get away alive. "That means to many of the dead." he simplified as if she was a child.

"I know what it means." Kit hissed, her finger slightly tightening on the trigger.

"Woah! looks like we got one with claws!" The bald one cheered, Kits eyes narrowed on him. He would go first.

"Dixon!" the other man scolded "Look we got a community, we have to take you back. it's the bosses rules, any living, they see him." the man continued, but kit was more interested in the name. 

"Dixon." she said, taking a step forward.

"Yeah that's me sweet cheeks but you can call me merle, or scream it." he winked 

"Daryl's brother?" Kit asked ignoring the innuendo, his face went serious quick in response.

"Ya that's ma little brother ya know him?" he asks, his eyes squinting into an accusatory glare.

Kit lowered her gun hoping the action wouldn't back fire. "He's my friend. I was separated from him and my group a month back," 

"what happened?" he demanded

"Walkers or geeks whatever you call them. a huge hoard came thru the farm we were staying at, I got separated." she explained, the other mans eyes bounced back and forth watching the conversation.

"He alive?" 

"The last I saw him. That's why I'm here." she said honestly. She knew Merle wasn't exactly a good person but right now she was just banking on his desperation.

Merle nodded still just watching the woman. "We still have to take you back." The other man cut into the conversation

"But-"

"It's orders. Look winters coming, you're going to need shelter while you wait for your friends." he said cutting her off with a more dominate tone.

Kit took a deep breath as she holstered her gun, both men doing the same. "And where exactly is it I'm going?" 

"Woodbury. My name's Martinez by the way." The man genuinely smiled and he half turned and opened the back door for her. Kit took one last look around the area before the walked towards the truck, both men already climbing back in.