Survivor

Chapter 26 The new world needs Rick Grimes

We walked up the creaking stairway. It lead to three doors in a fairly medium hallway. We opened the first door, no one. We opened the second door no one, we opened the third one, no one.

We looked up. I guess we missed a door. The attic.

Micheal and I stayed real low. That bitch. I thought as I looked at Enid.

Carl was sitting reading a comic, while Enid was sitting so comfortably in his lap.

That bitch. I thought again. Over. And over. And over.
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"Look, Amber I'm really sorry, there's nothing going on between us! I swear!"

"Carl, just. Just leave me alone. Go away for a bit!" I yelled at him.

I ran outside, "No Amberly wait!" He called as I left the house, "you can't hide forever, and I won't let you. Don't hide from me, I can't take that!" He called again.

I ran and ran and ran, I didn't stop until I came to the fence. I scaled it and started climbing it. I jumped over, when I hit the ground, I thought my ankles might have broke, but I didn't care.

I heard a few men talking and I took cover in the bushes. I peeked my head over where they wouldn't notice and watched.

That guy? I know him from somewhere. I thought to myself.

He had a brown stick probably a meter and 1/3 long, used for fighting the walkers I'm guessing. A brown cloak type thing. And a knife to his throat.

He's the guy I saw when Rick was hit on the side of the head with the shovel. His kid passed him out. Took him in, told him what's going on. But I don't quite remember his name. I kept thinking.

"I'll kill you." A man said.

I snapped right out of it. I knelt down and snuck so I was hidding behind one of the guys searching the tent. He saw me as I ran for him, he stopped me and pushed me down, before he could yell anything out, I reached for my boot and took my knife out, and stabbed him in the back, I had to get it in there a few times, I guess I hit the spine.

Blood flew out I his mouth, stringing from his mouth to my chest, he was done. I pushed him aside, stabbed him in the forehead, just to be sure.

By the time I was done. The familiar man was pointing his gun at the other man while the other man still had his knife out in his right hand, and a gun in the left.

I came right around, and knifed him in the throat.

"Thank you, I don't know you, but I'm lost. Can you show me where I am on this map?" He asked me.

I nodded, "I'm not to well with maps but I can try." I added.

"Oh my God." I wispered, "the new worlds going to need Rick Grimes."

"I can't tell you where we are on this map, but I certainly know who Rick is, he's the leader of my group. I'll take you there." I told him.

"Great, thank you, I'm Morgan by the way."

"Amberly, call me Amber though." I told him.

We started walking. I told him that I knew he was with Rick at the begininng, and that I was sorry about Duane too.

Just then, I stopped and looked into the distance.
"What?" He asked, looking out, then back at me."

Daryl. I thought, I just charged to the fenced building.

I grabbed my knife from my boot.
"Got any duct tape?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He handed me a roll.

I taped my knife to the end of his stick and gave it back to him, use this, where going to get them out, he's a part of my group, and the other guy, I really don't care about him." I said.

I took my gun out of my pocket and gripped it tight. I breathed deeply in then out. We opened the gate, and started killing.

As we killed the walkers close to the fence, i noticed that Daryl and Aaron ran out of the car. We all stood back to back, killing hem all until they all lay on the cold gravel.

"hello, my name is Morgan. I mean no harm to Amber, as she was just helping me find my way."

"Nice to meet you. Rick told me abut someone a while back, you might be the one." Daryl shook hands with Morgan.

Daryl finally looked down.

"Why are  you out here anyway?'' he raised his eyebrow.

"I was mad at Carl and i needed some time alone.'' i told him.

He nodded and it went silent.

"Well let me have a look at that." Daryl held out his hand to the map.

Morgan set it in his hands and smiled.

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Well both followed Daryl back to camp, we walked in the back gate where we noticed everyone was crowded around a fire.

My jaw dropped.

Rick was knocked out, with a gun in his hand, Michonnes knuckles where bleeding, Pete was shot, Diana's husbands throat was slit from ear to ear.

"Carl. Take Amber inside the house." Michonne looked at him as Carl grabbed my hand and dragged me along.

"Hey, hey, your bleeding?" Carl noticed.

"Just a little cut." I mumbled, my arm dripping with blood on the ground, leaving a blood dripped trail.

We walked inside. Everyone turned their heads towards Carl and I.

"Oh uh, Amber, I'm really sor-"
"I forgive you." I interrupted.

I looked around
"Why are you all still looking at me like I'm a total monster?" I asked them all.

"Well. For starters. Your dress is torn, your leggings are ripped, your arm is drippin with blood, your hair dosnt look like you brushed it in 4 days, and the dark bags under your eyes. Just saying." Carl answered for them.

I ripped my hand out of Carl's and walked upstairs.

"Hey, wait!" Carl shouted for me, running to the stairs, "come back! Why are you running away?" He asked softly.

"I never had any friends other than you. Or the adults."

"Let's change that?" He asked me, looking at the rest of the teens.

"Let me get charged first." I looked down at the forming puddle of blood.

I continued to walk upsairs.

I changed into my old blood stained shirt, I put on some new jeans Diana have me the other day and through on my leather jacket that was also blood stained and had been ripped on the sleeves. Then I tied my red converse. I went into the bathroom and grabbed some towels and things to patch up my arm for a while till it stopped bleeding.

Then I ran downstairs.

Enid patted the ground between her and Micheal and I sat down.

We talked for a while, until they where comfortable with me, and I was comfortable with them.
"So uh, what was it like for you before all of this.?" Micheal asked me.

"Not to very good."

"Any hobbies?" He asked again.

"I played the drums."

"There's a music store not to far from here, if we leave now, we could make it back by morning?" Enid suggested.

"No!" Carl and I yelled.

They all gave us weird expressions.
"Sorry." We mumbled.

"You don't want to see what happened out there." We told them.

"Why?"

"You. You just don't want to know. Well leave tomorrow in the morning." I told them.