'Loverman' - Merle Dixon x Y/N (TWD)

Die, Die My Darling - Misfits

References to music or other media have been put in italics.
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    'Fuck..'
I muttered as my breath fogged in the early night. I was limping downhill, avoiding falling trees and the biters. I kept stepping on branches that snapped, sending my heart rate to spike slightly. The sound of crunchy leaves followed me with each step I took. I would bash the occasional biter with a rock, but overall, I was safe. My hands trembled with my back aching from the weight of my bag.
I eventually made it downhill, following the road in hopes it'd get me far away from Woodbury. Now, I wouldn't say the 'Governor' was looking for me because since that night, he took no prisoners, but that anxiety lingered. About that night...

I had barely pawed my way out of Woodbury, especially with a torn ACL and a sore back. It didn't help that it was a cold, cold, winter, and I had nothing to defend myself or keep me alive. I was in a long-sleeved t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. I tied the pants as tight as I could as they kept falling, and I didn't want to risk being caught up with a biter with my ass out. Ironic as it is, my pants fell anyway. Good grief.

As the night fell, I ate those berries on the trees that kids in elementary school would tell you were 'toxic,' despite the bellyache or rash I'd assume I'd get; I was desperate. The berries were utterly bitter and made my face contort like you do when you have sour candy. 'Anything to subside my hunger,' I thought to myself, yet it wasn't fulfilling enough. I spat the berries out and kept walking.

  My body gradually became sore over time as I walked the streets only occupied by flipped or crashed cars.
At this moment, I wish I could've had my prescription medicine, as my anxiety shot into the dark hole where my heart used to be. Nothing could ever help the immense fear I felt hearing the faint guttural sounds coming from all corners around me.
Eventually, I stopped shoegazing and picked my head up. I spot one car that wasn't flipped. 'Phew...' I sighed. Wiping anxious sweat from my forehead, which was pounding in a migraine.

Approaching the car closer, I decided to crash there for the night in hopes it'd keep me safe and warm for the time being. I peered into the driver's side window and saw no threat inside the vehicle. Luck pursued me as I tugged the handle to notice it was unlocked! ---Perhaps it was one of those weird older cars that automatically do that, but my happiness was short-lived. As I unlocked all the doors from the driver's side and opened the back seat, a biter emerged from the woods and tightly grabbed my sleeve.

  I immediately tried pushing it off, and with the biter's lack of remorse, it tried lunging at my neck. I shouted at the top of my lungs, tears forming in my eyes as I tried so hard not to let it gnaw at me. I kicked it, only having it off of me for a second before it grabbed ahold of my ankle. It didn't help that I had a torn ACL, which made me yelp louder in pain. I kicked it with my available leg, holding it off for a little longer. I scooted through the back seat of the car; from one side to another. My voice attracted more biters, and I felt as if I'd just have to accept my inevitable death. I wasn't ready to die yet.

I grabbed an empty Gatorade bottle that sat in the back cup holder of the car and hit the biter with it, only for nothing to be achieved. For it being dead, it had a pretty solid grip on my leg. it was becoming more painful, yet no skin had been broken. But oh no, tears are falling as my back hit the opposite door to the backseat, with the other still open. I tried to grip onto anything, just to use it as a base to help me up. I held onto the passenger side headrest and tried taking it off to bash its head like I've seen in fighting movies.

I had fallen out of the car. The door had flung open. Something, someone, whatever it was, impaled the biter's head with a gross squelching noise. It shot blood all over my clothes, making me gag in disgust and puke on the floor of the car.
A person pulled me from the car. I couldn't make out a description of the person as I was in shock. They laid me on the side of the car before I fainted.