After the Last Day on Earth (TWD Fanfiction)

Kingdom Come

Rick's P.O.V.

She looked up to face me after pulling the trigger, and her brown eyes pored into my greenish-blue ones.

One whistle. One terse whistle was all it took for shots in the distance to be fired. In that very minute, every unsuspecting Savior still standing was on the gravel, motionless, eyes frozen open. I knew the signature whistling sound was their signal, but I didn't want to be mistaken for a Savior, so I didn't dare move a muscle.

Once again, silence surrounded us. As Mystery Girl glanced back and forth from Eugene and Carl to me, I thought I saw a hint of sympathy, like she knew I cared a lot about either the boy she hit or the man that was killed. Then again, I never knew what to believe anymore. For all I knew, she could simply have been faking it. I had absolutely no idea who she was, and I had no reason to believe she knew me either. Unexpectedly, her eyes went cold and dark, and she stepped over Negan's motionless body only to kneel again, this time in front of me. She held her pistol under my chin and pulled back the hammer.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mystery Girl asked intently.

I was still too in shock to speak, so she pointed the gun at the closest member of the group, which was Maggie, who was still in tears, probably because she still believed someone would die that night.

Again, she inquired, "Who are you, and what are you doing here? I will not ask again."

Hesitantly, I answered. "I'm Rick".

"Well, Rick, there's no time to waste," she said, placing her weapon back into its rightful holster. "Three of your people need doctors, and that's what we have. You obviously don't have any doctors where your camp or community is or else you wouldn't be coming this way. Let me make myself clear. I may be 15, but I'm not stupid. I know you aren't either; otherwise, you'd have been dead by now... So, shall we be on our way, then?"

She didn't even give me a chance to answer before whistling again, but this time a different tune. More survivors came from behind the trees, one by one, and they began carrying Eugene and Carl to the RV that Eugene was driving. Next, they proceeded to help Maggie up, but she refused.

"Rick. Are you sure?" she asked, and I, looking up at her pale face, nodded in response. She needed help and she needed it as soon as possible.

Maggie looked up at the men and nodded towards them, signaling them what they were doing was okay. They then gently grabbed her from under her arms and helped her into the bed she got out of when we stopped. Maggie was easily carried to the RV from there.

The rest of the group slowly stood from their places, and so did Mystery Girl, reaching out her right hand for me to take while doing so. Hoping this would be a good thing and I wouldn't regret it, I extended my right hand for her to take, locked our thumbs, and let her help me rise from the gravel ground.

Quickly, Mystery girl turned on her heel and walked to her RV, which had a huge dent in the front on the left side.

"Wait!" I called, and she turned to face me. "What's your name?"

"You don't need to know. It doesn't really matter anymore," the teen replied with a slight frown.

I turned to look at our RV, where everyone started piling through the small door. Carl. That's when I started to run. I got to the RV side door, where the men carrying my son were, and stared at his emotionless expression.

"Please help him, please," I begged.

"Don't worry. We'll help him and he's going to be just fine. I promise," Mystery Girl butted in, holding out her right pinky finger and gave a half smile. That's when I knew - I knew - that I could count on her and that I could trust her, even if I didn't know her name. So, naturally, I took her pinky in mine.

"Thank you," I told her, and I meant it.

"It's not a problem. Someone's gotta do the right thing, or else all humanity would be lost and we'd all go angry or crazy - or both. I know from experience that either one will make you stupid, which gets you killed. A good friend told me that last part..."

And with that she pulled her hand away, headed back to her RV, and left me standing there with my hand still out. By now, Carl and Eugene were placed safely in the RV, but, unfortunately, there wasn't enough room for more, so I painfully and worriedly walked to Mystery Girl's RV and opened the door.

"What are doing here?" she inquired from the driver's seat.

"There isn't enough room in that RV, so I just thought I could stay in this one with you for now. You know, until we get to where we're going...if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, sure," she replied with a sigh of relief.

"Thanks... Where are we going, exactly? I mean, if you're not going to tell me your name, could you at least tell me where we're going, or what the name of your group is? What do you call yourselves?"

"Fine," she sighed. "The Kingdom. That's where we're going. Now, we have a long drive ahead of us, and, no offense, but you look like you could use some sleep. You can take the bed. It's the room straight back," she stated as the engine roared. I slowly walked back, looking around as I did so. When I got to the room, I fell onto the bed. Once my head hit the pillow, I was out cold.