The Swan Verse: A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 22 - Whatever happened to Lucy?

Lucy drove and drove and drove until she was running on fumes. She had completely blanked out everything around her, being so stuck in her own head. Heavy metal was still thrashing out in the car when she eventually came to a stop. She stopped the music and looked around. She ended up in a small town, seeming to be deserted just like everywhere else in the world.

She stopped the music and decided to stretch her legs, knife at the ready just in case. She took a deep breath after stretching, not even knowing how long she was driving for. Her eyes scanned the close proximity, not being able to see much in the dead of night. With what little fuel she had left she moved her car into a nearby garage, needing somewhere safe if she was going to get any rest.

She grabbed a flashlight from her bag that she had packed earlier that night. With a knife in one hand, torch in the other, she quietly began to look around the house for any unwanted residence. She whistled a loud enough tune that it could be heard throughout the house. A groan sounded from the kitchen.

Carefully Lucy made her way to the kitchen only to see a walker on the floor, half of its face blown off. Lucy took a few moments to look at the once man who was now just a lump of blood lusting flesh. "You never shoot in the mouth" She sighed, shaking her head before slamming her knife into the top of it's skull, the groans hulting to a stop.

Lucy made one more loud and prolonged whistle before searching the cupboards, only finding a few dented cans which she took back to the car with her. Lucy pulled down her back seats and laid out the blankets she had in there before locking it from the inside and laying down. She just stared at the roof of her jeep for a while until she fell asleep.

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Lucy woke up the next day to slithers of sunlight hitting her eyes through the cracks in the garage. It took her a few moments to remember she wasn't at the farm and that she had in fact driven half a tank's worth away. She got herself up and decided to try and syphon some more fuel. She tucked her pistol into the back of her jeans and began rummaging around for something to use. She soon enough found a red canister and a tube.

With the canister and tube, Lucy opened up the garage door and began to wander round the town, opening every garage she saw. She was starting to give up hope, no walkers in sight, giving the impression everyone had upped and left; that was until she came across a petrol station, a few abandoned cars outside. Lucy once again let out a loud whistle to draw the attention of any nearby walkers, picking up a few tricks from Glenn along the way.

Groans began to surface from various locations around the petrol station. Some from the cars, some from inside the store and others that were roaming. Lucy knew it wouldn't be a smart idea to use her gun unless she was desperate.

From her knife belt she pulled out a few throwing knives, scanning her surroundings, clocking a few that were headed her way, "Come on fuckers" She yelled with a laugh. With the argument still burning in the forefront of her mind plus the death of her brother, she felt both everything and nothing; as if she was untouchable.

One throw, 2, 3.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Lucy collected her bloodied throwing knives, wiping them on her jeans before putting them away, instead withdrawing her hunting knife wanting to tackle those in the cars before they could escape and cause her a bigger problem. Lucy went car to car, taking out the dead that resided in them. When she got to the final car, she felt a firm grasp her leg. Lucy yelled out with both surprise and fear. Lucy attempted to pull away from the grasp however it was unlike anything she had felt before.