Carl and I grouped up together, and before I could say anything, Benji popped up out of nowhere, and nominated himself to be the third person in our group.
"Do you even know how to defend yourself?" I snapped at him. He looked hurt by my remark, but i couldn't care less. He seemed weak, and i couldnt risk him fucking up, and putting Carl's life, or my life in danger.
"I'll have you know, that I've survived on my own for 6 months, with very little problem. I actually saved this little girls life." He responded.
"Whatever, get your gun, get it ready, lets go."
Carl and I walked side by side, he had his pistol on his leg, where he always kept it, and a pocket knife. I had a .12 gauge and a hatchet. Benji had a bow and 6 arrows. I hope the blonde prissy knows how to shoot that thing.
We walked along the road, completely alert of the danger that could be lurking around any of these buildings. We entered this older building that was used only for storage of canned and dry foods, ammunition, and other survival supplies. I pushed the door open slowly, trying to stay quiet. Gun drawn, i entered slowly, followed by Carl and Benji. I signaling thrm to be quiet.
I heard foot steps pittering down one of the ailes, quickly, i followed the noise.
*THWACK* Before i could even react, I felt myself falling to the ground, my gun sliding across the floor.
"What the fuck! " I called out.
"Adrian! Adrian!" Carl and Benji were both calling out to me.
"Im over here babe, someone just hit me." I responded. I crawled over to my gun, and as i reached for it, I saw this womens leather biker boot step on it.
"Don't," she said.
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Walking With The Dead
Fanfiction*I DO NOT OWN OR CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF "THE WALKING DEAD" NOR DO I OWN OR CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF ANY CHARACTERS IN "THE WALKING DEAD* Note: This story contains boyxboy content.
