After the Last Day on Earth (TWD Fanfiction)

Killer Instinct

Carl's P.O.V.

All other sounds were drowned out by our screaming. I saw lights waving in all different directions some 100 feet away. It got quiet and everyone froze where they were, our group still shedding tears and whimpering, as if that would ease the pain that Negan just caused us. For some reason, I had this feeling, a good feeling, that these lights would help save us, even though the damage had already been done. Help. I didn't think anybody helped anybody anymore and that it was all about survival.

The truck came at lightning speed and rammed our RV aside, causing both alarms to go off. It sounded like the horn that caused all of the walkers to go to Alexandria, but louder. I was once again blinded by bright lights, but the truck didn't stop. It came right for me.

Rick's P.O.V.

"Carl!" My son. He was hit by the speeding truck that came out of nowhere. I didn't even notice it until it was unnoticeable - until it was too late.

A girl that looked to be around Carl's age got out of the driver's side of the truck, slammed the door shut, and yanked Negan off of a bashed-in Eugene and a knocked-out Carl.

Lucille in hand and one knee on the ground, Negan swung at her head, but she ducked, and the movement was so swift and so fast it was as if she was expecting him to swing. She got back up and took that as her opportunity to kick him in the chest, causing him to fall backwards onto his back. Her brown hair flew around her violently as she was strongly determined to kill him. Negan stood as she caught her breath. Again, he swung, but at her feet this time. Alert, she jumped, getting just enough space between her and the ground to come back down in time for the next swing, which was going towards her stomach. Obviously prepared for the worst, she blocked her side with her hand. Her leather gloves prevented her hands from being injured by the barbed-wire pricks. It was then that I realized why she was covered in leather from head to toe: for protection. Smart girl, I thought. Her left hand gripped the top of the bat and her right gripped the side. The teen kept her hands in that position as she proceeded to push the bat forward, jabbing it into Negan's stomach. It was clear she knew what she was doing, but it's a shame that that last move didn't cause any real damage. He just stumbled backwards and fell onto his back.

That's when she lunged towards him. She kicked him in the stomach and stomped on his chest. Straddling him, the girl punched him in the nose. They were less than three feet away from me by now. All the while, Negan's "loyal" men, just stood there in shock. The Saviors' weapons were still raised, but they knew damn well not to mess with this girl because they sure as hell knew she was more dangerous than any one of them.

No one dared make any sudden movements in Negan's presence, but that changed as soon as she hopped out of that truck with that killer-instinct look written all over her face.

Seeming satisfied with her work, she bent down next to his right ear and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, "Pissin' our pants yet?"

His face was beaten, but he still wasn't giving up. "No," he replied, not showing any signs that he was going to surrender any time soon.

"Well then," Mystery Girl started, "I guess we fight to the death. I'm up for it, but are you?"

She didn't even wait for his response to know that she needed to kill him, even if, deep down, she didn't want to. Carefully wrapping her hands around his neck, she squeezed.

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That's all it took - six seconds - and then he wasn't breathing anymore.

She knew what would happen, and so she silently stood up to her full height and rose her own gun, which also had the barbed-wire bat carved into it, with her right hand. Index finger on the trigger, she whispered, "Goodnight, Dad. I'm sorry."