It's about midnight when I start packing my things. I'll show them. The next time they see me, I'll be leading an entire group of nourished, armed people. I scoff. I'm getting ahead of myself. In reality, I'll step outside those damned gates and have a walker on me in seconds. Should I really do this? My bag is already packed with the essentials; food, water, blankets, a change of clothes, a few knives, a glock, hairbrush, makeup, toothbrush. Fuck it. Dead or alive, I'll show them my real strength and courage. As I'm about to walk out the door, I hear a groan. I pull out my knife and peer outside. This place is supposed to be secure, how in the hell did a walker get inside? I turn my head and glance around inside, and I see Carl's eyes fluttering. I bolt out the door and with out thinking, slam it. Loudly. I un for the fence and start climbing the side. I'm having a lot of trouble, and see I'm still wearing my five inch heels. These could either save my life, or be the reason I die. I shove them in my bag and begin climbing again.
"Zaden? Zaden! Za- ZADEN WHAT THE HELL?" shouts Carl. He must've seen me. Dammit dammit dammit dammit. I hop over the fence and I'm immediately surrounded. I make a b-line for a large, abandoned building I know all to well about half a mile from here.
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Guaranteed || TWD SPN Crossover
FanfictionA story in which the Supernatural world and a zombie apocalypse collide. "Cool quote here" Song of the book: Missio - I Run To You We do not own The Walking Dead, Supernatural, or any of it's characters. We only own our characters, such as Zaden, Wa...
