The Undead Secret (A Walking Dead Fan Fiction)

The Lookout

"Carl! You see this?" Jaime asked, standing on top of a trailer as he handed Carl the binoculars, "There, in the woods." She pointed.

Her and Carl had been asked to keep watch for an hour or so while Rick and the other adults dealt with something together. They'd been sitting on top of one of the RV's eating snacks together and watching the others converse.

Carl took the binoculars, looking to where she had been pointing. "Y-yeah, it's hard to see at night. But those are walkers." He shook his head.

He handed her the binoculars again, going down the ladder of the trailer and running to wherever his father was.

"WALKERS!" Jaime called out, stepping down the ladder. "WALKERS!"

A loud scream echoed from one of the trailers near her, as gunshots rang out. She pulled her pistol out of her belt loop, running towards the others and taking down as many walkers as she could manage with her small gun. "Carl! Get down!" She yelled, firing at a walker coming up behind him and Lori.

Her heart was pounding in her ears. How did the walkers get into camp so fast?

Jaime reached into her pocket, looking for more bullets as she found them gone. "Shit."

She tossed her gun to the side, no longer useful, and took out her hunting knife.

She focused her aim on a walker nearest to her, putting her knife down in its skull as it stopped growling and fell to the ground. She placed her foot on its shoulder, balancing herself as she pulled her knife out.

"Jaime, get down!" Rick yelled, pointing his shotgun behind her, as a walker began trailing after her.
She ducked down as he fired, and the walker collapsed behind her. She stood back up, running towards him and some of the others. "Where the hell did they all come from?" He asked, taking out a few strays.

"The woods, I saw them coming and called them out, and they was already here. I was too late." She mumbled.

The group retraced in the middle of their refuge camp, as Rick began tracing the group. "Where's Ed, Andrea, Amy?"

"There!" Carol pointed to the distance as Jaime's head turned, seeing Andrea holding onto her sister as she bled out. She had been bitten, and was quickly going.

"Oh, no."

She started running towards Andrea, as a hand pulled her back. "Jaime!"

She came face to face with Topanga as her hand slapped her across the face.
Jaime exhaled, bringing her head up to her face as she looked up slowly. "What did I do!"

"You know what you fucking did." Topanga raised her arm to hit her again, as Jaime moved out of her line of fire, yelling back, "No! I don't know."

"I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED JAIME! WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE, I COME FIRST. NOBODY ELSE!" Topanga grabbed a fistful of Jaime's brown wavy hair, pulling on it with one hand and hitting her with the other. "STOP, STOP!"

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"Topanga!"

"You fuck everything up, Jaime. Everything!" Topanga yelled in her face, pulling on the collar of her shirt.

"Everything!"

A pair of hands grabbed Jaime away from her mother, pushing her behind them.

"Topanga, let her the hell go!"

It was Daryl.

"Walk it off!" He yelled at Topanga, pointing to the woods opposite from them.

He turned towards Jaime as she flinched, and rubbed her hand over her face. "Sorry." She whispered.

"For what? She hit you!" He seethed.

Jaime sighed, starting to walk towards their tent as Daryl grabbed her hand.  "You sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." She nodded, as he let go of her arm and watched her walk away. 

"Daryl, is she gonna be an issue?" Rick walked up besides him, watching as Topanga sat down at the edge of the woods, smoking a cigarette.

"She'll be an issue for Jaime."

***

"Bag, bag, bag." Jaime mumbled, grabbing her satchel out of her tent and tossing a few things inside of it, and running off towards the woods.

She walked for a few minutes, finding a place to sit in front of a pond as she fished through her bag for something. She took a sip of water out of her canteen.

She pulled a white tin box out of her bag, and a lighter.
The small tin box was practically rusted shut as Jaime fought to get it open, and stuck a cigarette in her mouth, lighting it.

She coughed, spitting in the dirt as she puffed on it.
She sat and stared at the water for a long time, almost until dawn. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, as she certainly never grew up with it.

"Jaime, what are you doing out here?"

Jaime jumped, wiping her face with her hands as she stood up and turned around to face Rick.

"Wanted to get away from my mother." She coughed, holding the cigarette away from her as Rick sat down next to her.

"Cancer sticks?"

"I only smoke once in a blue moon. Just when I get pissed off I guess."

"It's a bad habit, ya know?"

"There's worse habits out there. You should have seen my mother in the beginning of everything, drinking an entire bottle of Jameson in the woods while I went out hunting."

"She always been like that?"

"Oh, constantly. I think I had alcohol poisoning two or three times as a kid? Left me home alone when our water was turned off and I didn't know any better."

"She sounds lovely to live with."

"You could say that." Jaime laughed, coughing as she stuck the cigarette in the dirt and poured water over it.

"Come on back to the campsite, get some sleep before we all have to start dealing with the leftovers."

"Yeah, yeah. Good idea."