Love Is Not Weakness (Clexa oneshots)

More than Just Surviving.

Salute to The Walking Dead and to Alycia Debnam-Carey for joining Fear the Walking Dead x)

[Lexa's POV]
I continue to run as fast as I can, from those empty streets and now within these dead silent woods. I have no where really to go, no idea where to head next. Who knows when the next town will be or even how much farther I can walk, but more importantly, will I even last out here with what little resources I have left.

The sun is starting to set and I need to get going, to find some sort of shelter, because what I've learned, if you're out in the open, you're just instantly fucked. I begin to walk in the direction of what I believe is north. Well I've watched way too many survival shows saying that the only way to tell the direction of north is to follow the direction of where moss on trees and rocks grow, it's probably not true, but what am I to do, I have literally nowhere to turn to, I'm alone out here. I have always felt alone, but right, now it just feels a lot scarier.

Going deeper and deeper into my thoughts I hardly realized how much deeper I walked into the woods, because the amount of trees is starting to grow thicker, to a point where you could no longer walk through.

Then all of a sudden I hear a twig snap. I turn around, and hide behind the closest tree.
I take out my sword that I so happened to grab, from the police station. Yeah right, like since when do police officers carry swords? Well it's gotten me through a lot, I probably wouldn't be here without it. I lean against the tree, and slowly lean to take a quick peek. There's nothing.

Snap.

Another one, but still nothing. I'm getting quite nervous at this point; my palms are sweating and my legs are shaking. What could it be? Or worse, who could it be?

Snap.

Shit. Where the hell is this person, thing, or creature?! Again I hear another one, then another one; so many that I can't even count. That could only mean one thing. I look past the trees, expecting maybe it was a group of noisy survivors; I've had my share of trying to be a part of a group, that didn't work out. You never know who to trust these days, one moment they'll play innocent, and the next, they'll hold you at gun point. Let's just say, all signs of good morals in society are dead, just like these undead walkers walking towards me.

Wait what?!

Oh shit, walkers! And not just a few, it's a hoard of them. Like I didn't mind taking them on in small groups, but this would too much to handle. I wouldn't even make a dent before I was eaten alive.

I don't know if I can make it, but I at least need to try, right? I take in a deep breathe, and just run for it.

I sprint across the forest with what little energy I can spare, but try pace myself and make it last. I look back and I can see them closely behind me. Why did they have the abiliy to run. Why couldn't they have been zombies in the movies, where you can just out walk them. But no, they can freakin' run!

I keep running, trying to maintain a far distance from them as possible. I can feel my heart racing so fast, that it might just burst out of me. I've never felt more like collapsing in life. Just wanting them take me, and get it over with. No, Lexa don't think like that, you've already given up to someone else, don't do it again. You can't back down, not now, not anymore. Don't let anyone, or anything bring me down anymore. You are not weak.

I continue running, making my way towards a long strip of road, it isn't any safer than when I was in the forest, but at least I have some sense of direction, rather than almost running in circles. I turn around and they're gone.

Oh thank God.

I begin to slow down a bit, trying to catch my breath. Breathing heavily starting to feel my heart rate slow down, until it shoots right back up when I spot from a distance what looks to be a building, maybe like an old neighbourhood.