Family

01 Starr

⚠️meantions abuse, and a little bit of gore, but not really

Starr woke up after some laughing outside of her door, she got up and put on some clothes that were neatly folded in her closet. She first checked her mirror and brushed her hair and looked at her pants only to find a hole in them, she quickly changed into new ones only now she was in jorts. She walked out of her room.

"I know this isn't the best for the weather Mom, but I brushed my hair!" the kid said anxiously but no one came,

"then who the hell was laughing," she said to herself

"BOO!" a deep voice said from behind her. She jumped and screamed until she looked around to see her 'uncle' standing there laughing. She pulled him down, he was smiling until Starr flicked him on his forehead. His smile slowly turned into a frown picking her up, and tickling her a little.

"Stary, what did I say about flicking people's foreheads, mostly meaning me," the tall man said slowly turning the frown into a smile

"But Negan, you only said that: I'll get away with it if I- run away!" the kid said while plopping on the floor and running as fast as she could away from him. He slowly picked up the pace and grabbed her foot. She fell to the ground as he slowly dragged her across the floor

"No! You can't get me yet!" She squeaked frowning as he dragged her. He picked her up and walked around seeing her mom come out of the car

Was she Woking late again: no she doesn't work late Dad does where is Dad, is that blood?

"Hey, you okay?" the old man said snapping his fingers making her flinch a little.

She woke up it was one of those memory dreams that she had been getting. She quickly put up a campfire struggling to light the fire, she got it but the smoke was quite obvious to spot so she made it quick so she could go to a new spot. She cooked the leftovers from yesterday that were neatly packed in two leaves. It was: a squirrel. The outside of it was quite burned but the inside was soft. As she was about to put out the campfire since she was done eating, she heard the jingling from the traps she had put up yesterday. It was sounding like more and more geeks were coming so she checked the side where the noise came from, it was a herd of geeks and more were coming.

"Fuck" she said running towards the campfire, stomping on it to put it out, grabbing her backpack, and running to the only place where the sound of growling or jingling wasn't.

Stopping as a geek fell on her. trying to gnaw on her arm but only hitting her left arm which was made out of wood. She slowly got her knife and stung it in the geek's skull. She continued running, recalling that there was a farm nearby where old family friends lived, she continued running not noticing the geek in front of her, making her fall weirdly on her ankle, she looked at the geek about to clench his teeth onto her foot. Quickly standing up as she hit a branch leaving a long gash on her right foot. She started to run again but it hurt like hell, it was better than being eaten alive tho. She looked back noticing the geek was nowhere to be seen, stopping to catch her breath.

She stayed there with her hand on her knees until she heard a twig snap looking in the direction of the noise was a tall man, looking to be in his early 40s with a crossbow at hand. She quickly took out her bow and arrow and pointed them at his face.

"Put that down, girl you could get hurt," he said with a Southern accent. pointing his crossbow at her bow. It only made her tighten the grasp on her bow.

"Would rather not" she said not taking her eyes off of him, he grunted looking away to talk to someone I guess on a walkie-talkie. He soon looked back still talking to the walkie-talkie. Then noticed her ankle and the huge gash on her foot.