too sweet | the walking dead

the beginning

Molly-Kate Rhyse was alone. The brunette girl stumbled through a humid forest somewhere in Georgia in a daze, covered in red thick liquid as she gripped a steel blade in one hand. The only thing that ran through her mind, crowding her awareness, was one single word. 

MURDERER!

Molly-Kate had just done the unthinkable to her family. Her mother, Katherine, beheaded. Her father, Cameron, gutted. Her younger sister, Primrose, stabbed in the head.

No, it wasn't like Molly-Kate wanted to murder her family, but she had to. She had woken up in the early morning to her family being turned into what they had called "sick ones". The brunette teen didn't know how it had happened, only the night before had they all been joking around their campfire, but now she was the only Rhyse left alive.

Her blood-covered long black lace skirt drug tattered along the ground behind her as she walked, her black cami tank top and oversized grey cardigan the same shade of maroon. Molly-Kate even missed the sound of her silver metal Suns chained belt rattling against her hips, her black converse digging into the ground. The girl even missed the sound of twigs breaking behind her.

Unbeknownst to her, a "sick one" had been following her quite closely, their unmistakable groans drowned out by Molly-Kate's thoughts. The girl just kept stumbling along in a daze, not knowing how close she was to becoming like her dead family.

But then, as the "sick one" had just reached out an arm to almost grab her curly brunette locks, a loud gunshot echoed around the wooded area, causing Molly-Kate to snap out of her mind and back to reality. 

The teen girl turned around to look at where the sound came from, seeing not only a dead rotting body at her feet, but also a tall and large raven-haired boy staring at her with his gun raised.

With teary eyes, the girl stared at the older boy in silence before whimpering out a soft, "Hi."

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Bellamy Dixon glared at the blood-covered girl in front of him, seeing her teary eyes and her shaking hand cradle a small knife. With his gun still raised towards her, his eyes began scanning her body for any visible bite marks.

"Are you bit?" the boy's deep voice came out, hardened eyes still scanning her.

"No," the brunette girl shook her head, dropping her knife to the ground to show that she wasn't a threat. She then took off her cardigan and spun around, showing no bite marks on her visible skin.

"What happened to you?" Bellamy bit out, wondering if the girl who looked frail and horrified had actually been a murderer.

"My family, they-they got sick. I woke u-up this morning and they were turned," the girl stuttered, eyes wide as she looked around trying to recall what had happened.

"You took them down by yourself?" the black-haired boy asked, looking around to see if this was a trap and if someone would pop out.

"Yeah, with my knife," the teen whimpered back, a few silent tears going down her cheeks.

Bellamy sighed, confused on what he should do. It was clear that the girl was not a threat to him, at least that's what he could collect right now. If she truly was working with someone, he would have spotted them by now, or when he was following her for the past mile. His brothers had sent him to try to hunt for more food and he knew they sure as hell were going to be pissed if all he returned with was a traumatized teen girl. Usually, the boy would just rob whatever survivor he had found by themselves, but it was clear that the girl was defenseless and had nothing valuable anyway.

Putting his gun down slowly, back into the holster on his black cargo pants, he looked back at the girl, "Where are you heading?"

"I don't know," the girl admitted, just planning on wandering.

"You can come with me, my brother's- fuck- we're moving more away from the city," Bellamy sighed, his gaze softening as he looked at the girl.

"Okay, that sounds nice," the girl nodded softly, picking up her knife and closing it, hooking it on her belt as she walked towards him.

Bellamy nodded, the two walking in silence before the girl spoke up.

"What's your name?" the brunette asked as she looked over the boy's strong features and curly hair.

"Bellamy. What about you?" he asked roughly.

"Molly-Kate," the teen responded.