I NEVER FORGOT YOU | c. grimes

2. the crossbow man

The girl woke up to some knocks on the door, more like scratches, but Robin's sleep had been light as things progressed. Her eyes adjusted to the light, wiping the sleep from her eyes with her hand and sat on the armchair where she had slept looking at the house where she stayed.

She searched silently in a ninja-like manner (avoiding touching the creaking floor and not using extra force when stepping). She found the back door blocked by a piece of furniture, grimaced in preparation to move it. Her arms exerted force moving the furniture to the side, freeing the door, she took out her knife waiting for a walker to come out and her free hand took the knob slowly at first until opening it completely. She checked one last time that there were no dangers and calmly left the house.

Outside, knife in hand, she admired how the entire perimeter was desolate. There was only the sun and in all the silence you could hear the leaves of the trees moving. How the girl wished it would always be like this, but no. This is the real world, where you are either the prey or the hunter.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was covered in leaves and her eyes never stopped looking all the way, holding tightly to her knife (which was the only thing she had). Her parents had the weapons, she only had a knife.

I'll get in shape at least. She tried to look for the positive after walking for several hours until she reached a road.

This one was also very lonely, and there were only a few cars. It was obvious that they had been there a long time ago and that there was nothing there, but still, with the little faith that Robin had, he went to a very dirty blue car to see that the windows were almost intact and inside he could see a black backpack. In the end, keeping hope was worth something.

Robin was aware of many things, like that her body couldn't fight off so many infected or the crazies that roamed around. The only thing in her favor was that being smaller than an adult she could sneak away and climbing trees had been a habit she had under control. She already knew perfectly well that she wasn't a child, and not because of the whole situation, but because of the fact that the few times she saw herself in the mirror during this time, she didn't see herself as an 11 or 12 year old girl, but rather that she was slowly becoming a teenager, her body was changing in the midst of the apocalypse, the best, right?

The girl grabbed the handle of the knife (which was kept in a sheath) preparing to break the glass. Being cautious, she first checked to make sure there were no walkers around her. As there weren't any, she was able to put her arm in trying to reach the handle of the car, thus making it easier to grab the backpack. As she did so, she could feel the pain that the glass was giving her right arm.

As she managed to open it, she heard the familiar sound of reloading some kind of weapon. In order to defend himself, she carelessly pulled out her arm, placing it in her pocket where the knife was. In the laws of survival, any weapon beat a simple knife, so she looked for another alternative, which was to prepare her feet to run away.