Surviving The Undead: A Southsider's Tale (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Escaping Dawn

Kim's POV:

"You and me are gonna have some fun little lady." He smirked.

I had 3 options.

Let him do whatever.
Get shot.
Beat the shit out of him and play jump rope with his intestines.

3 sounds best.

"Are we now?" I asked while walking towards him.

"Ooh your much easier then that other blonde." He said with a sick smile.

"Oh no no no that's where your wrong." I said with a crazed smirk.

I pushed him against the wall and slyly took his gun.

"Oh you really want me don't you?" He said while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yes." I smirked.

While he continued undressing i turned my back to make sure the gun was loaded.

"So what are you waiting for sweetheart come and get it." He said while moving closer.

"Oh you can get it alright." I smirked while turning around and burying a bullet in his head.

He slumped to the floor and i took his keys and exited the room.

I looked round the corner and saw it was clear so i ran.

As i was running down the hall i heard footsteps that weren't my own.

I looked around desperately trying to find somewhere to hide but there was nowhere.

"Well look at this." Dawn said.

"You." I pointed at her. "Are really starting to piss me off now." i groaned.

"You've killed 2 of my men do you really think i'm going to let you go quietly?" She said while laughing.

"The real question here is am i gonna let you get out of this alive." I looked her dead in the eye.

She drew her gun but i didn't budge.

"Wow you don't scare easy do you?" She said while looking impressed.

"No." I said while walking up to her.

"S-stay back or i'll shoot!"

"Look at you, your the one with the gun and your scared of me." I laughed.

In this situation my options were limited so while her guard was down i punched her in the face and kicked her in the ribs and ran.

I made it outside and bolted for the gate.

Shots rang out and i took cover.

The shots stopped so i got up and ran.

I tripped and tumbled down a hill.

I found what looked like a cabin and hid there.

A group of walkers was wandering around and normally this wouldn't be a problem but considering the fact i was defenceless didn't make me feel too good.

"Give me a fucking break." I mumbled.

I picked my sonogram off the floor and noticed it said 20 weeks in little writing at the top.

"Fucking hell." I mumbled.

There was some discarded clothes on the floor so i dug through them and found an outfit that would have to do.

I peeled off my clothes and tossed them to the side and placed a tank top and leggings on.

I looked in a broken mirror and was pleasantly surprised by how well the outfit looked considering i was rather big in the stomach area.