Little Rhee (A Walking Dead fanfiction) *Under Editing*

Chapter 3

I began to scream.

My dad ran toward me and grabbed one by it's rotting shoulders. He ripped it off of me and stabbed it through the head.

I was restraining one with my forearm pressed against it's neck. Tara and Noah came to my rescue and I finally stood up.

"What the HELL is wrong with you two??!!" I screamed at Nicholas and Aiden.

"Hey! You tell that little shit to watch her mouth! She was so quick to do it herself!" Aiden screamed at him.

"Look here, Bucko! I just followed your commands! Get off my back!" I shouted.

"You think you can talk to me like that!? I'm the leader here!"

"You think just because your Deanna's daughter you get to be the leader!?" I screamed.

"I'm her son!"

"COULD'VE FOOLED ME!!!!" I spit the words at him.

"Rhylee ENOUGH!" My dad yelled.

I scoffed and stuffed my gun in it's holster. I slid my knife and flashlight out of my survival bag. I turned toward Aiden and noticed he was checking me out.

"Eyes to yourself perv." I hissed, pulling my black hair into a tight braid.

I flipped on my light and marched into the store. I stayed back to back with my dad. It was a gun store, so unless I wanted to be dressed head-to-toe in camouflage, I wouldn't be finding clothes today.

"Hey! Look!" I shouted.

I found twelve large bags of jerky. I picked them up and threw them in my bag. After I moved on from there, I found some nice guns. I looked over my shoulders twice and slipped the guns into my survival bag.

Aiden approached my area of searching and tapped my shoulder.

"I wouldn't put your hands on me if I were you!" I snarled, without turning around.

I continued picking up boxes of ammo and stuffing them in my backpack. Aiden stood behind me, rambling about Lord knows what.

I heard my dad scream from the other side of the store.