Estella Brandy, a strong, brave six year old girl that was left alone to die in the apocalypse by her mother. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to survive with a child, she took off in the middle of the night and left Estella alone. However, Daryl...
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CHAPTER SIXTY ONE !
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Estella trailed behind negan not far from the sanctuary. negan had her crossbow, gun, and knife. she wasn't allowed it until they got to the place she would have to show negan her skills at. she had no idea why negan even wanted to see. she was only eight, and he was already training her to be an upstanding saviour.
did he even know she wasn't going to be there that long? like hell estella would choose somebody like negan over her dad. like she would chose anybody over her dad. daryl came first to her, always and forever. ever since she met him, and all the time she'll know him. daryl will always come first.
negan stopped in front of a wooden target. estella came to a halt, too, as he did. they were in a grassy, field like area just outside the sanctuary. it was a little muddy because of last nights rain. it was kind of like a school field, like what you'd do PE on. that's the closest thing she could compare it to. it was too small to be a soccer field, or a football field. it was more like a PE field.
"okay. you're gonna hit wherever i tell you to hit on this wooden body right here. let's say he's our friend... liam. that's his name for today, liam." negan said, taking the crossbow off his back.
estella nodded as he passed her the crossbow. she loaded it up with an arrow, keeping the other arrows in the bag next to her legs.
"left arm." negan said.
estella shot the left arm, the arrow sticking in it perfectly.
"right arm."
she shot the right arm.
"left leg."
she shot the left leg.
"right leg."
she shot the right leg.
"forehead."
she shot it in the forehead. negan smiled as he pulled the arrows out, and put them back in the bag. she really didn't know what the point in all of this was, but she was going to do it, regardless. he asked, she performed. all up until she could get daryl out. for now, she was the puppet, and he was the puppeteer.
with the crossbow in her hand, she felt her grip tighten on it. she could kill negan right there and then. a bolt straight through the eyes and feel no remorse. she had the chance. the chance was right in front of her. right there. she could do it. she wished she could just grab his bat and hit his head in, just like he did to glenn and abraham, or something that would make him realise what he had done. he was a sick mother fucker and she hated him.
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