𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S3: Home Sweet Home

(Naomie)

"It's got a gold tooth." I giggle looking up at the walker that is reaching for me through the gate. The wire is stuck in-between it's teeth, causing its mouth to be forced open.

I'm spun around quickly, and a heavy crowbar is placed into my empty hands. "Take this."

Looking up I cock a brow at Daryl who's getting ready to go inside the gate. Along with Rick, Glenn, T, and Maggie. The rest of us were told to stay out here and pop walkers throw the gate.

"I've got my gun." I say flipping the crowbar in my hands.

"And questionable aim."

"Hey!" I screech stomping a foot to the ground. "I was doing fine yesterday, thank you very much."

Snatching the crowbar from my hands he begins to storm off. "Fine, you want walker guts coating ya face. Go for it."

"No the crowbars fine actually." I say running to catch back up with him. I yank it from his hands.

"Ready?" Hershel asks as we make it back to the opening.

Rick takes off the clips that are holding it together, once the five of them are inside I help Hershel close to gate back up. The walker with the gold tooth grabs at the fence, and I lift the crowbar above my head and shove it into the opening of it's mouth. It falls to the ground with a thud. The gold landing right at my foot.

"That's gross."

"That was cool." Carl says a hand on my shoulder.

We watch from the fence as the rest of the group moves together like a huddle of penguins deeper into the prison. We scream and smack the fence with our weapons to draw as many away from them as we can.

"Oh." I shriek when a huge tattooed walker, with arms probably bigger around then me all together pushes against the fence. It's hand reaches through and grabs my crowbar before I have the chance to back away. "Hey! Let go you jerk!" I pull the crowbar as hard as I can but the walkers grip is two strong and it sends me flying onto my butt instead. "Ow!"

"You okay?" Carl asks making his way over to me.

"Yeah, this fat head took my crowbar!" I say, watching from the ground as the walker still holds onto it.

"Want me to get him?" he asks, backing up once he's beside me.

I stand up and rub the dirt off my elbows, and then reach into my side for my gun. "No, I've got it."

"If you say so." Carl laughs moving back to his spot.

I click the safety off my gun, and lift it up until the very end is pressed against the bottom of the walkers jaw. Then I pull the trigger, but unfortunately for me shooting a walker from close range, and being short doesn't really go good together. Blood and brains from the walker splatter right back at me and right onto my face.

Seriously?

I groan dropping my gun to my side and using the sleeve of my jacket to wipe my eyes of blood. Carl hunches over in laughter.

"So not funny."

"Why would you shoot it that close?" he laughs walking back over to me and uses his to wipe the brains out my hair. I can still feel some dripping down my cheek.

"I can't help it, I'm short and always shoot at the neck. I was just trying to kill him in one go." I hiss.

Carl nods his head with a laugh that makes my face hot with embarrassment. "You did."