Rick and Glenn shared mischievous glances at eachother bj all of the others shook their heads no.
I smiled and ushered,"Uno momento porfovor."
I walked out of the door and killed the first wlaker I saw, dragging it to the front porch.
"So walker guts masks our smell, so I'm thinking if we outline the house with the guts it'll be like salt for the devil." I explained to the group, eyeing approaching walkers as I loaded my crossbow.
"How do you know it'll work?" Carl asked his voice full of curiosity.
I shot a walker and answered," Well I'm not the only one that knows the strength of it, but to tell a story once I killed a walker but tripped and fell into its blood, for a week after that a wlaker would pass by me and not even acknowledge my presence. I guess I could say that I've used the smell as a bit of a perfume!"
A couple of people laughed a bit but then started to kill wlakers under rick's command.
Soon we have about furty killed, all lined up around the house. It completed as a whole loop around the house.
"Ok everyone get inside." Rick demanded, I didn't listen and continued to stand on the porch. He didn't even try to argue and got everyone herded inside.The walker herd started to walk past and didn't seem to notice me as they continued to pay no attention to me.
"Hello." A man stated, ominously walking out form the herd and approaching me. I silently loaded my crossbow and eyed him suspiciously. He kept walking towards me.
"Can you help me with this wound?" he begged lifting up his shirt and revealing a wlaker bite. I shook my head no, already realizing his eyes were turning yellow.
"God DAMMIT!" he screamed, throwing an absolute fit.
"I can't treat that wound m, and even if i did you'd still be dead." I said cautiously backing up.
He glared at me and then yelled,"you bitch! Your gonna help me!"
He sprung into me, talking me into the ground in front of the porch.
He had knocked my crossbow out of my hands leaving me almost defenseless.
He held down my hands and knees me in the stomach.
"Let go of me!" I yelled. As I saw Maggie come out of the door.I turned myself over, getting on top of the man and holding him down.
"You dirty bitch!" he spat.
I quickly grabbed an arrow from my boot and quietly whispered,"I ain't nobodies bitch."
I raised my arrow and stabbed him in the heart, he died in a matter of milliseconds. I relieved my arrow and stood up, stomping on his head so that he wouldn't come back to life.
Maggie looked at me horrified."What the hell?" She asked as more people came onto the porch.
I looked back at the man's corpse and repeated,"I ain't nobodies bitch, get that straight."
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Dixon #3
Hayran KurguCheristy Dixon. Daughter of Daryl Dixon. Surviving the apocalypse with a two rules,"I ain't nobody's bitch." and,"Keep an eye on the line that marks deadly and safe." But after she's been left behind she never regains trust for others, or does she.