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 ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR !
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Carol had seen alpha when she passed their boarder. they were all back. the whisperers were back. everyone left oceanside to go to alexandria once the fire was put out. the fire was caused by a large thing that fell through the sky. estella didn't know what it was, nor did she really care what it was. she just knew that it was extremely dangerous and could've killed a whole bunch of people.
herds were passing through like nobody's business, and it was getting to be completely worrying. it was clear that the whisperers were the ones leading the herds to alexandria, as they were coming from the direction of the boarder. it didn't take a genius to figure that out. alexandria was on full lock down. the day was just literally spent killing walker after walker. estella had killed sixty five walkers in a total of seven hours. after fourteen, she had killed one hundred and ninety five of them.
after hour thirty two, she had killed three hundred and sixty two. after hour thirty seven, she had killed four hundred and three. after hour forty four, literally two days, she had killed five hundred and seventy nine. they had been killing walkers for two days straight.
estella had killed a total of two thousand eight hundred and sixty nine walkers since the turn.
on hour fifty, when they finally got a break, the biggest herd came through. it was big enough to rip down the walls of alexandria and kill everyone in there if they didn't act fast. they managed to kill them, though, leading estella up to another one hundred and five.
"this is some damn hard work." negan said, as he and estella threw a dead walker into the pile, negan with arms, estella with legs.
"you're telling me." she replied, dumping the body on top of the hundreds of others that were laying in the pile.
"how long 'till the next wave hits?" michonne asked eugene, who was stood on the watch point with binoculars in his hands.
"one hour from the north, two from the south. northern wave's thicker than fleas on a farm dog, but the sourthern's more dispersed. by my estimation, we'll be fighting into the night again." eugene said, estella sighed.
"we can't push 'em too much further." daryl told michonne.
"yeah, i have eyes!" michonne snapped, before sighing. "sorry, i'm just tired."
"we all are," daryl said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "hey, esty, maybe you should sit tonight's out. you've been doin' a lot."
"no, i'm okay. i slept for five hours today, i can keep going. i'm not leaving until it's done." she refused. daryl sighed.
"all right, but if ya get too tired, you have to go in." he said.
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