Never Letting Go (The Walking Dead Fan-Fiction)

Our Group

I slam my knife into a walker's head and I back away from the remaining nine zombies closing in on my sister and me. I wipe blood from my face and stab the next zombie. The zombie discontinues his moaning and falls with a thud onto the floor. I reach to pull my knife away from the zombie's head but it is stuck. I pull harder and fall backwards hitting my head. I grunt and mange to get up. My sister and I begin to panic as the zombies come closer to us. A motorcycle engine is heard and I turn in the direction of the sound. I stare at the man as he swiftly kills all the zombies in front of us.

"I could have handled that my self," I say with attitude in my voice.

"Sure looks like it," the man replies collecting his arrows.

"She could have. My sister is better than you," my sister Katy replies to the man.

The man stops what he is doing and looks at us. He has dirty brown hair and stinks. "Listen here cupcake-" he begins as another man interupts him.

"Daryl. Hold your tits," another man says as he exits an RV and comes towards us.

"Rick Grimes," the man replies and holds out his hand.

"I am Nicole. And this is my sister Katy," I reply and shake Rick's hand.

Daryl grunts and walks away.

"Daryl isn't necassarily one of the nicest. I am sorry about that. How old are you two?"

"Eight!" my sister yells.

"I am thirteen," I say and retrieve my knife from the dead walker.

"Where are your parents?"

"Um, they said they would be back in a little bit. But, that was like, two whole days ago," My sister says.

The man looks at us with big eyes and says,"Where have you been sleeping?"

"In our car, come with," I say and lead him to a big black truck. I open up our car door revealing our backseat covered in blankets and pillows.

"We sleep in the back and in the trunk there is food and water. Mom's knife is in the front seat."

"Do you want to come with us. It will be safer for you. I don't think your parents will be coming back. They talked to me yesterday and said they are on vacation," Rick says.

"I know what that means you know. I'm not an idiot," I say and roll my eyes not letting him know I am hurt. "But, yeah, we will come with you. Just keep the rat away from my sister," I say reffering to Daryl.

He nods his head as we follow him into the Rv.

"This is my wife Lori, my son Carl, Dale, Glenn..." the man lists every person in the vehicle and I wave my hand saying "hello."

My sister jumps in the air and yells "ooooh, new people. Hi. I am Katy and am eight years old. I like gummy bears and I play with my sister a lot," as if it was the first day of second grade.

The people around us laugh at my sister's joy and begin to talk to her.

My sister was always an attention seeker. She is comfortable to be herself and is always loving. But I on the other hand, I am not the nicest.

I take a seat next to Carl and sigh as I lay my head onto the table beside me.