I am wandering around a store looking for supplies for the week when I hear conversation and movement. I draw my bow, thinking it's walkers but I turn the corner and see a group of people. A man with short shaggy hair and a bit of muscle spots me and draws his gun, pointing it at me.
We have a bit of a stare off before I speak. "What are you doing in my territory?" I ask. I have been surviving in this area and saw it as my own since the start. "Your territory!" The man asks. I just nod, getting a bit annoyed. He looked shocked at my answer and in his shock I took the opportunity to try and run. But, he is quick and grabs me. I start struggling, trying to get away. "Stop struggling! You can come with us back to our camp," he says, for some reason wanting me to come with him. I shake my head, I had already trusted and lost too many people. I struggle for longer before I get exhausted and pass out, the last think I see are sky blue eyes.
A/N: I know this is short and I'm sorry but they'll get longer I promise! I had rlly bad writers block
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Shifting Stories and Imagines by Artemis
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