Runaway Home - The Walking Dead, Fan-fiction (soon to be 3rd & final edit!)

Prologue

'As we walked down the deserted streets, I remember how much i enjoyed walking in the middle of the road before the sun was even awake. The roads would be empty and there was no sound apart from the birds singing. It always felt like I was the only one in the world and it was my playground... now though the streets really where deserted, abandoned and silent. And the world was an empty, lonely place.'

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"Come out come out where ever you are.." SLICE The man fell to the ground gurgling for his last breath. One more Down,... Grabbing his weapons and bandanna as a trophy she headed into the next room ready and waiting for her next 'victim'... "Shit, WE KNOW YOUR IN HERE BITCH! CAN'T HIDE FROM US!!"

BANG. Built to the head of his compadrae. THWACK! Ambers arrow flow threw the air hitting the man in the chest, causing him to drop his weapon as he knelt down grasping the stick embedded in his ribcage "Your clearly unaware that everyone of your friends here, are now dead. Just like you" she said smashing her blade in his skull.

Amber cleaned her knife with the other guys bandanna before returning the knife to her belt and shoved the fabric into her pocket as she gave a short whistle "Time to go...Nothing left here."

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Having mistaken Dixon for one of Negan's New Goons she ambushes both him and Aaron. Although Daryl and Amber are both drawn together right from the start they don't Instantly get along, staying hostile towards him. At Alexandria things eventually escalate for the pair, just as they start to get along. Negan doesn't take kindly to the fact Dixon has been hiding his traitor of a wife from him. Dixon feels strongly for Amber, having both lead fairly similar lives abused, abandoned, left to fend for themselves. Trial and tensions test their willpower & hearts.

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Afterkilling Abraham Dwight is captured by the survivors and interrogatedby Rosita Daryl and Sasha. Rick intervenes telling them to releaseNegan's Lieutenant in order to send him a message. Daryl takes backhis bow before sending him on his way. "Go home Before I change mymind!"

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Previouslyat Alexandria The Saviours had launched an attack in retaliation toRick and his people killing of a handful of Negan's men. As well asambushing them on the road to The Hilltop Colony Negan used Lucilleto teach Rick a lesson, by bashing in the skull of one of theSurvives much to the horror of everyone....

"..It'sreally just a matter of picking which one of you gets the honour."

"choose me.." Dixon raises his head to meet Negan's gaze.

"...well aren't you the noble one! No, I'm not going to make a martyr out ofyou. Besides, I see potential.. Nice, Cross Bow you have there...!" Negan replies grinning from ear to ear. "I'll be having that back." Negan held out his right hand expectantly

"I ain't afraid-a you" Negan narrowed his gaze, his evil smirk widening as guns aimed towards Daryl.

"really well we'll have to see about that" Negan growled cocking his head to one side gripping Lucille tightly. Not being in a position to agrue Daryl hands over his bow over to the savoirs once more, practically throwing it a Negan's feet. continuing down the line of potential victims for Lucille, Negan not being able to decide on a suitable candidate, the "Eeny meeny minymoe" begins.

Lucille finally lands on Morgan...

"You don't need to do this... You say your a reasonable man, we can resolve this peacefully..."

"...I am! But I'm sorry friend Lucille's already made her choice.. & There's just no arguing with her! Bring him up here. Any final last words..?"

"...Karma doesn't have a deadline...You're gunna get what's coming to you."

"Pitiful sentiment....!"

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This is/was never intending to be a love story but more about the struggle of life, working through a denial of depression, and carrying the weight of a past whilst constantly searching for a purpose, some meaning. Hope of some kind of light at the end of a dimly light tunnel and have her life constantly be dragged away from the shiny life she craved.

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