Survivor

Chapter 18 Rotten meat

"I thought you were a goner." Rick told me.
"Yeah same with me." I laughed.
We all laughed together.

Just then there was a sudden knock at the door. Rick smiled as he peeked out the peep hole.

He looked over at Carl.
"It's for you."

Carl opened there door and there stood Michonne. Eyes watery, big smile spread across her face.

We all smiled back.

After a while Carl, Michonne and me set out to scavenge for supplies. We got some canned food, water and Michonne's all time favourite, crazy cheese.

We watched as Michonne squirted cheese all in her mouth.
"Want some?" She asked with her mouth full of cheese.
"Uhh. No thanks." Carl and I nodded, laughing too.

On our way back to the house we noticed Rick climbing out the window. He jumped from the roof on the grass and started to motion us to run.

Later we found ourselves trudging on a gravel road, tired.

"I'm going to go hunting." I said as I walked into the woods.
"Not alone you won't." Rick replied.
"You guys are loud." I mumbled.

And it was true. Carl kept kicking rocks around, Rick wouldn't pick up he's feet and Michonne, well Michonne was quiet.

Michonne elbowed me lightly,
"I'll go with you." She wispered.

We waved to Carl and Rick, they waved back.

We started walking in the woods and ran into some walkers.
"Meat, but rotten meat." I muttered.
"Look a deer." Michonne exclaimed.
"Nice!" I wispered In a shout.

At least Carl isn't here. I held up my bow and shot it square in the heart. I pulled it over my shoulders with the help of Michonne. We started to walk the direction we came so we could meet back with Carl and Rick.

As we started to hear yelling.
"Go ahead and check it out. I'll keep back with our food." I told her.

She started jogging with her katana out. It was a while later and Michonne hasn't come back. I decided to go check what's up.

They were all at gunpoint. Carl, a knife to the throat, Michonne's katana in far reach, Rick at gunpoint and Daryl face against a blue truck, blood dripping from his cheek.

I had to plan this out. I set the deer on a high branch so no one would take it, or eat it. And tied my bandana on my mouth and nose and threw on my Beanie so I wouldn't look to obvious.

I ran to the closest tree from the incident.

"Kill me, don't kill them. It was all me." I herd Rick saying to the older man standing behind him, gun to the head.

I started to climb the tree. I was able to aim perfectly from the angle I was in.

From the distance I was in a shot the two men near Daryl.

They all lowered there guns and looked around.

The man with Michonne wasn't looking when Michonne grabbed her katana and sliced his head off.

I climbed down the tree and stabed the man with Carl continuously.

"Who are you?" Carl wispered as I got up and started walking to the man that was with Rick.
I didn't reply.

Daryl, Michonne and Carl watch me as I approach Rick and that other man.

I stop and stand there looking at him. He keept looking back at me. I see Rick slowly standing up. The man turns around fast and grabs the collar of Rick's shirt.

"What are you going to do about it now?" The man grits his teeth.

I start to run. The man holds up his gun with his free hand. I stop.

I can see that Rick is trying to figure something out. The man looks back at me, I'm still looking at Rick.

Rick brings his head back a little. Then takes a big mouthful of the mans neck. The man falls to the ground, blood spilling out of his neck.

I could see Rick bent down spitting out as much blood and skin as he could.

He turned to us. Blood covered his face.
"Who are you?" He questioned, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

On the corner of my eye I noticed Daryl holding his crossbow up high, Michonne sitting on the ground with Carl.

"Your worst nightmare." I replied taking off my bandana.
"Amber!" Daryl yelled as he kneeled next to me.

Carl ran over and hugged me.

"Okay that enough." I smiked as I pulled away.

I looked over at Carl, he was still shaken up.

"I thought you were dead!" Daryl exclamed, squeezing my shoulders.

I felt a little guilty that I followed Rick and Carl instead of my unbiogical dad.

"I feel guilty." I told them.
"Why?" Daryl asked.
"Because I went with Rick and Carl instead of you, they were closer then you were and there were a lot of walkers. I took the easy way out." I wispered.

Daryl thought for moment.
"It's better that way, who know what these guys could've done to you." Daryl spoke quietly.

I nodded and trudged away.