𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧

𝟑𝟑

Narrative

Her whole body hurt, like she had been ran over with the tank the Governor showed up in. Some bitch had attacked her while trying to get to the twins, stabbing her in the leg.

She had silent tears running down her face as she looked for someone, anyone.

She had failed them.

They weren't there when she went to get them. The twins, they were gone. They had to of been, because the emergency bag was also gone.

Only a few people had known about it, one, because she didn't want think something like this was going to happen, and two, it never came up in conversation.

But someone had taken it, and that someone had to had known where it was specifically at. Because who would take their time to look for something like that in a crumbling building?

So, either Daryl had them. Or Tyreese, Sasha, Deja, Jaden or Rick had them.

One of those people had to be alive and with them. That's what kept her going, to be honest. But right now she needed to get out, or she would die.

The walkers were scattered around, but could quickly gang up on her. She hid behind a wood panel, trying to form a plan.

Her eyes landed on the left over guns and ammo. She took her emergency pack off of her back.

If she had one for the twins, why wouldn't she have one for her and Daryl? It didn't have as much as the twins, a couple cans of food, granola bars, and water. Extra change of clothes, and a extra knife. That was all they could spare for it.

She had always been anal about something bad happening. Because in the back of her mind, she knew they were never actually safe.

She looked down at her leg, she had tied a piece of cloth around it, but it still hurt like a bitch. She noticed an opening between the walkers, and made her move. She rushed to the table, throwing in as much ammo as she could before grabbing a gun for it. With that she zipped up her bag and dodged the walkers.

Which was easier said then done. Once she was into the woods, away from the prison, she let herself slow down a little, but still on high alert.

Once she walked a couple of minutes without having to kill any walkers, she let herself lean against a tree. She brought out a bottle of water, taking a small sip before going on her way.

She didn't know how long she walked, she didn't plan on stopping until she found somewhere to hold up. She didn't care if it was more dangerous, but she couldn't afford to stop.

She only stopped for a couple of minutes every hour or two. To catch her breath, take a drink of water and have a bite of a granola bar.

The sun was coming over the trees when she hit the small town. A soft sob left her lips at the sight. She stumbled her way up the steps of a safe looking house.

Banging on the door, she waited. Two zombies crashed against the window, and after a couple of seconds when no other ones showed up she opened the door.

She went to the side as they stumbled out, taking the first one out with her knife was easy, the second though.

It charged her, pushing her down to the ground. Luckily, her knife didn't stab into her, but it did get tossed out of her hand. She struggled against the evil creature for what seemed like forever, pushing it away with all her force and trying to wriggle her way to the knife.

Taking in the deep breath, she used all her strength to push the walker away, and she backed up to her knife.

When the walker fell down on her again she drove it through its left eye socket. Her body relaxed when the walker dropped dead. Her arms shake with weakness as she pushes the dead body away from her.

She pulled the knife from its head, wiping it off on her shirt. She crawled over to her pack, using the porch railing to pull herself up.

She could do this. She had too. She was so close to this.

She walked into the house, shutting and locking the door after her. She dropped her bag and started to push a piano that was in front of the window in front of the door.

She rubbed the tiredness away from her eyes, if she stopped now she risked everything. A walker could be stuck upstairs. She went through the first floor of the house, just checking for walkers, and barricading the back door. She would scavenge after she slept for a little.

She climbed up the stairs, placing her hands on her knees to gasp for a breath. She looked each way, there was only three doors. One on the left, two on the right.

She went for the right first, slamming her fist of the door and waiting for any sounds. Nothing, so she pushed open the door. Being met with what looked like a teenage boys room.

She went to the next one, it was a bathroom. She instantly went to the medicine cabinet. She smiled at the sight of rubbing alcohol and some gauze. She bit her lip, grabbing them and setting them on the back of the toilet.

She walked to the last room and pushed open the door. It was the master bedroom, the bed was made, but a fine film of dust was on top of it. There was a closet and another door. Probably a bathroom.

She walked in and went for the other door. She was right, another bathroom. Makeup products littered around right side of the his and her sink.

She walked in, going up to it. She frowned at the makeup. She loved to do her own before the turn. Looking into the mirror she sees how much she's actually changed.

She was never a big girl, but now literally she was skin and bones. Her collar bone protruded more, her cheek bones were prominent. Her skin was slightly dirty, only having a shower three days ago. Her eyes didn't sparkle like they used too. The freckles on her skin were more noticeable because of her being in the sun all the time.

Her hair was put up into a bun. She reached up and pulled the coil from it. It cascaded down, stopping at her lower back.

It was a lighter brown then it was in the winter, making her eyes look a little different. She blinked a couple of times and stepped away from the mirror and she looked around for towels. She grabbed a few hand ones before leaving the bathroom. She went to the other one and stripped herself of her jeans and old bandage.

She took in a deep breath, pouring the alcohol into the wound. Tears fell down her cheeks as pain rippled through her body. She held a towel over it, drying the area and soaking up some blood. She threw that one to the side and started to wrap it with the clean bandages. When she was done she took the two things and slowly made her way downstairs.

She reached her bag, setting it up on piano pulling out her change of clothes. She discarded her dirty shirt, pants and underwear, putting on new ones. Maybe she could fine water to wash the pieces.

But for now, she balled them up and shoved them into the bag. She took a drink of her water and finished off a granola bar. She hobbled her way over to the couch that was in the room, flopping herself down.

She groaned as her body pulsed in pain, but it died down a little. She got comfortable on the soft fabric, putting a pillow under her head.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but it was quick.

I'm kinda excited to write Rory being alone
Enjoy this shity ass fucking chapter