A/N: I'm back and happy to write again! Let's get right in with the chapter. The girl shown above is Kat. Enjoy ;)
Kat's POV
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Out of nowhere, the hungry dead things that wanted for sure to consume me made me angry. My boil boiled in fury and I rose up from my bag and killed all of them.
These were the ones who vanished my family...my friends...
And then I realize that once, these were innocent people like me too, but I don't care anymore.
Then I remembered what my father told me before he rested his eyes: Just survive somehow.
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Four Years Later...
(A/N: hey I'm just going to do a time-skip to four years later so now this chapter will take place in season 4 of TWD.)
I stuck my dagger into its skull, blood splattering onto my dirty face as it fell backwards, lifeless. I couldn't help but sigh and continue trudging along. My footprints were fresh on the muddy dirt.
What if I were to eat today?
My mouth was watering while the thought of delicious food and my stomach clenched. It rumbled loudly and I thought I could eat anything.
I chewed on my lower lip impatiently, my belly growling once more.
I need food...
My mouth was as dry as a desert and if I didn't get some type of fluid of water soon, I'd be done for. Suddenly, the things began popping up out of nowhere.
Shit, shit shit.
I began to run for my life out of the hungry herd and seconds later, when I thought I was out of energy to sprint, I reached for my dagger.
My heart dropped. It wasn't there any longer...it must've fell out!
Shit!
I resumed running for my dear life but I thought I wasn't going to make it. I decided to pull out my gun, even though I had weak aim and almost no bullets, and more of those I encountered.
I began shooting like crazy.
My heart pounded in my ear drums and I felt like I was somehow going to be sick. I was out of bullets. Only one thing down.
I thought this was going to be the end. The end of my life.
"Just survive somehow." It rung in my ears. "Just survive somehow," I spoke aloud. Before I knew it, gun shots were going off.
Who the hell...?
A boy around my age appeared out of nowhere, really, and had shaggy brown hair, almost like the color of the Sheriff's hat on his head. His sparkling, ocean-blue eyes hit me while our eyes locked hard. He killed the rest of the them.
He just saved my life...
Who was this quite attractive teen boy? Did I know him from anywhere?
I don't think I've seen anyone in years, let alone a boy.
The boy was slightly pale but I couldn't help stare at his face. Those beautiful eyes...I've never seen a pair so blue.
They're probably bluer than the deepest ocean waters.
I was in a daze when he actually said something. "Are you alone?" He asked, his gun pointing to me. I was shaking all over still from what had happened. I swallowed hard and nodded. I don't think I could speak.
A brief pause.
"How many walkers have you killed?" He questioned.
"Um, a lot." I smiled the smallest of smiles. I felt my cheeks flushed greatly.
"How many people have you killed?"
"I've k-killed four," I replied without further hesitation. "Why...?"
"Well, they were about to turn, so," I muttered. The boy lowered his gun. "I have a group and we live in a prison. It's pretty safe...plus, I don't know how much longer you've got here," he suggested warmly.
"A group?"
He nodded and grinned. I felt my heart beat faster. I think I was blushing again.
This is what I've been waiting for. A group...food...shelter...water. My stomach growled again.
"T-thank you so much. I thought I'd be stuck here forever." My head sank to the ground. "No problem." And so, I followed him along to this 'group.' Could he be possibly lying? Could I trust this boy?
It's impossible to trust anyone these days.
But trust is overrated. It's either survive or die.
I choose to live.
Word count: 771
A/N: I just wanted to say thanks for reading this sucky chapter. I honestly thought it was better but I guess my writing will get better over time. Anyways, don't forget to vote and comment. Thanks:)
Have a great day!
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