A Saviour In Disguise:The Walking Dead Survioral

Prologue XXIIXX

I was held in a small room. I had pebbles and a good throwing arm my weapons-a rungu, ma father had carved,-a crossbow & 2 Chinese daggers. I knew they were a few rooms down from mine, but I had no idea how to get out of this room in the state I was in; a black eye, a twisted ankle, a knife slash in ma right arm. I just prayed to our creator-Chauta- to guide a Saviour or help heal a Child in need. I was asleep when I heard muffled footsteps make their way towards ma "room", and then the Governor came in. Asking, naw, spitting in my face why the hell I wouldn't talk in english, I just smirked and said,"איר זאלט ​​ניט וויסן מיר און איך זאל ניט וויסן איר, " גאָווערנער ", אָבער איר וויסן וואָס די גענעם איך וועל ניט רעדן צו דיין דרעק אין ענגליש.-You may not know me and I may not know you, 'Governor', but you know why the hell I won't talk to your shit in English." I didn't translate as he would probably try to find someone to understand me, but then I would use my persuasive side to get out. He scowled at me and went out huffing and muttering incoherent things a.k.a cruses. I just sat indian style and took a deep breath, before running ma hands through a birds nest that we call ma bright red butt-length hair. I pursed my light brown ips, and closed my eyes. I soon heard gunshots and yells and.............. knife slices?? The hell??!! I thought the latter sentence then realized it was my rescue people. I started yelling in Yiddish, hoping that whoever was out there would come and save ma from this shitty hell-hole. After what felt like forever ma ass was rescued when the door swung open and I saw a woman with dreadlocks and a Katana, wearing a tank and jeans. I smiled at her before introducing myself,"Rose","Michonne" I smiled and walked out, looking for my stuff. I found it and slipped on a denim jacket that was a lil' big on me. I grabbed my rungu and tied it to my jean loops. Then I stuck a dagger in my boots, then another one in my bun that I had managed to put ma' crazy hair in. Then I got ma' crossbow and slung it over ma back. We started talking 'bout eve'ything an' how I spoke Yiddish. After we ha' gotten out o' tha' building we took down a few sentries and made it to the fence. I automatically fired a arrow at a tree tha' was higher than the fence, with an attached rope. I quickly climbed over and yanked the arrow down, careful not to bend it and put it back n it's makeshift quiver, I nodded at Michonne and she returned the nod. I started climbing and she looked at me like I was nuts, but I shrugged it off. We continued walking in silence, me in the trees and her slicing down any walkers that got too close for comfort. And here we are a' tha begining of ma' interstin' ass storie.