The Walking Dead: My Point Of View

Chapter Four

I stare at him, and pull my knife out of my belt, ready to attack at any given moment. "Marin." I hear I hear Sophie hiss beside me, before grabbing the knife out of my hand. "Sophie, give me back Blade now, before someone gets hurt..." I growled, giving her a glare, reaching out to take back my weapon. She pulls her hand back, scowling at me, and sticks the knife in her back pocket, flitting her eyes to the scene in front of us. The guy had his back against the wall, trembling, as he watches us in fear.

"No one's going to hurt you, it's okay." I hear Jess coo softly to him. He stares at her as she takes a step closer to the bed, only resulting with him pressing himself further into the wall.

"W-who are y-y-you?"

"My names Jessica, and these are my friends." She motions to, raising her eyebrows in my direction. I just roll my eyes, and Jackie walks over to me. "Marin, go back to bed. You're making him even more freaked out." She whispers gently.

"No" I whisper back, before stepping forward, resulting in Jess tensing and the guy to flinch.

"I'm Marin." I say, maybe a little too loudly. "What's your name?" Jess elbows me in the side, glaring. "What the hell, Jess?! I'm trying to be nice, you idiot!" "No you're being rude, you're scaring him, just, please, stop." My friend didn't seem angry only.... sad, depressed. "Fine. Don't expect me to try and be nice to him anytime soon, then!" I shoot back. Sophie's eyes widen. "Marin, just go back to bed..." I scowl at her. "There is no freaking way I am going back to bed without my knife." I tell her. With that, she takes my knife out of her pocket, and holds it out to me. Ripping it viciously out of her hand, I storm out of the room angrily, going to my room, ready to get to bed. But someone stops me. Fingers wrap around my arm, pulling me back, to face Jessie.

"You need to talk to him, we all do." Is all she says, looking at me with begging eyes.

"Haha...Fat chance. I don't have to do anything." I shoot back, resulting in her squeezing my arm tighter. "Jessie, let go." I say before drawing my knife. She eyes the knife, not letting go. "Wow, hurting your own friend just because you're too scared to meet someone, who can help us, who is trying to tell us something. Just wow. I didn't know you were that kind of person Marin." Her hand goes limp, hanging by her thin waist. After Jess turns away I blurt out "What kind of person?!"

The blue haired girl only turns back, and stares at me for what feels like hours, but only being a few seconds, and then walks back to her cubicle like room. I hear her talking to the others about what had just happened, and heard Jackie scream, "WHAT?!" Seconds later, she bolts into my room, full of rage. "Marin! How could you do that to Jessie?! We swore we would never hurt each other, but you went too far!" She then grabs my knife out of my belt, and looks at me with disappointment in her eyes. "Jackie... I-I'm sorry. I know, I shouldn't have done that. B-but I was mad-"

"I can tell." Everyone was piled out of the room, except for Jessie and him. The door was shut, probably locked. There are hot tears pouring down my face by now, and Jackie hugs me. I hug her back, and whisper something in her ear. "You don't need me. I will just cause more problems if I stay. You will be better off without me." I say before taking the knife from her pale hand, and placing it back in my belt. With that, I spin around, ready to leave, but then someone grabs me by the waist, picking me up with ease, and sets me on the ground after turning around. It was Enrique. "You aren't going anywhere. You are the most violent person in our group, and we need that. Even though you may cause problems, you help us a lot. We need you, Marin. Without you, we wouldn't be alive, and where we are right now." I look at him, shocked. "You really mean it?" He nodded, and I smiled, but then frowned again. "Jess doesn't think so..." I tell him. "She is just upset. She does think so." "I doubt it." I whisper. "Marin." Enrique says sternly. "SHe cares about, but you really hurt her. You know her soft spot and you used it against her. Just apologize." I look at all of my friends, as they agree.

"Just not right now, she's talking to Michael."

"Michael?"

"Yeah, the living walker... Ring a bell???"

"She NAMED it?!"

"No! His real name is Michael. That was his name before he turned..."