Savior [TWD Jesus/OC]

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A/N: So I just found out that Jesus is gay (in the comics at least), and considering I already have a whole story planned out with a female OC, I will continue with said female OC. I still hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

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You can't sleep when you're hungry.

Believe me, I speak from experience. Even when your body is running on 3 hours or less of sleep every single freaking day, even when you can feel your eyes slowly close, your stomach begins to growl as if to remind you, "Hey, where's my food?"

That's how I felt at the moment, if not worse. My legs felt like lead as I shivered and rubbed my hands to seek warmth. I always remembered my mother, who was a biology teacher, say that your hands would turn cold when you were hungry, and I hated to agree with that fact. Maybe it would be better to be a roamer instead...they were hungry but didn't actually feel any pain.

My vision began to blur as I suddenly stopped walking, doubling over with the intense karate-like jabs my stomach felt. Fingers shaking, I looked in my backpack for a granola bar, a full water bottle, anything that would satisfy the increasing pain I felt...only to find nothing.

I remember falling onto my knees, no longer able to support my body.

I remember my face sinking onto the cool ground, looking at the vibrant green trees that seemed to merge into one.

I don't know how long I stayed like that; how long I moaned from pain and whispered cries of help; how long the salty tears I tasted on my dry, chapped lips continued to pour down. Out of all the crap that has happened, I thought, Out of all the things that I've been through, I'm going to literally die of starvation.

That's when I heard slow snarls that always made my heart pump harder than usual.

AND the roamers will feast on you too. Samantha, your life just fucking sucks!

Their scuffling got closer, I saw a gangly, dead arm reach towards me.

But at least the pain will be over.

Instead of screaming or try to leave the 3 or so roamers approaching me (although I wouldn't even have the energy to do so), I closed my eyes and awaited for this life to end. To enter a new world that didn't include me fighting for my life everyday and rather had rows full of delicious food.

THUMP!

I felt something warm and gooey-like on my face as the sound of the roamers' snarls were replaced with a man grunting and the sound of a knife penetrating something. Then, the sound of heavy panting.

I opened my eyes, wondering what had just happened in the span of less of a minute. My vision was getting spotty but there was one thing I definitely saw: a man with long brown hair and beard staring right at me with piercing blue eyes.

What the...?

The man knelt down so his face was only inches above from mine, feeling his warm breath tickle my freezing body. "Wow, you don't look so hot," he observed, trying to adopt a more playful tone, as if that would revive me alone. "But don't worry, you're in safe hands."

I swore I saw him smile at me as I felt his gloved hand touch my shaking one, probably to show reassurance. Coughing, I muttered out the only thing that was going on in my shutting-down brain:

"Are you Jesus?"

Then darkness came over me.