skyfall | twd Fanfiction

part one| 1

My clothes are ripped, peices of cloth hanging by a thread and dangling around my legs.

My limp is getting worse, pain throbbing in my ankle, blood dripping from a cut on the side of my thigh. A very deep cut. When I did it, I intended to take the easy way out. Then my mother found it. Then I ran away. I figured that I'd have a better chance at passing in the country, hopefully bleeding out, maybe getting the wound infected.

A relatively large house was spotted about half an hour ago, and now it just feels like running on the spot. Every centimetre is a struggle. Every metre is a miracle.

Ten of their groans are following me, uneasing me just enough to keep going.

I left my phone at home when I ran away so it was... quite a shock when the... things rose.

My arrows are shaking by my side, my bow on my back, secure yet still feeling, worrying that it's going to fall.

At this point, my foot catches in a hole, sinking into the ground in mere milliseconds, very visibly, in front of me. Stumbling to a halt, they cath up to me, one of them falling onto me, my back pressed against the dirt.

One of my scarred arms reaches out to shove it back while the other fumbles at my side, reaching out for something - anything to grab ahold of.

A small yell escapes my lips accidentally, drawing another to crawl near me.

My fingers latch around a broken arrow, the tip of the wood pointy, practically a stake.

I breathe heavily as I pull back before slamming the stake into one of their heads and, with a squelch, pulling it back out again.

Splatters of blood spread all over my face, and I close my mouth tightly shut. The cold liquid sprays all over me, making my gag reflex trigger. The stench of the juices alone is easy to make a strong man throw up.

Twisting my foot out of the hole, I start to run again, or attempt to run when a young woman, with brown short hair and striking features, runs towards me with an older man, who catches me as I stumble.

"Lead them to the barn!" The old man yells at the young woman, and she clangs some pots and pans together to draw them closer. It's all too fast to process, before I can question why they're being led somewhere, I fall over again, my cracked lips letting another pained yell out as a blonde younger teenager attempts to catch me, slipping and touching my wound.

Pain spreads across my whole body, shivering at the touch. All of the cells within me feel like they're breaking in half at the stroke of my wound.

"Steady now." The old man comforts me more than tells me but before I get the chance to run away from them, from the possible danger they could bring, I collapse, my vision getting overrun with black blotches until I can't see at all and begin to drift away.

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My eyes begin to flicker open, to see another woman with brown hair. Her hair is long and wispy, her skin is peachy and clean. Why and how is her skin clean.

It takes a few moments for the sitting woman to notice I've woken, and once she does, I immediately stand up, rising before falling again. She attempts to help me up but I don't let her, instead I grab one of the plant pots and throw it to the floor before grabbing a shard of sharp pottery and holding it up to her neck.

She's around a similar height to me, so it isn't hard to hold her back to me, the shard against her neck when the door breaks open.

A VERY familiar looking police officer in his uniform storms in with his gun raised when he looks at my face. Then, his expression of threat drops.