BETH'S TWIN ¹ ( THE WALKING DEAD ) ✓

Chapter 16

I unzipped my backpack and looked inside. I had a pair of jeans, a tank top, a sweater, a half empty water bottle, a pencil, and a photo of me and Beth.

I pulled out the photo and pencil. I started writing.

Dear Beth,

Nice knowing you. Thanks for the slap. Don't bother coming to look for me. I don't want to be found. Thanks.

-Bitch

I felt tears coming to my eyes. I grabbed my hair again and pulled it over my face before letting out a squeal. I aggressively wiped my eyes and sniffed.

I set the photo down on the bed and picked up my bag. I exited my cell and looked all around. They all were around the tables, facing away from me.

I glanced at each of them before going into the tombs. After a bit of walking, I managed to escape through the back door.

There was what appeared to be a blown up part. I sniffed and ran into the woods. I debated crying, but decided against it.

A walker came stumbling towards me. I shook my head as I clutched my knife. It came closer as I stood there shaking my head.

I grunted as I stabbed it in the head quickly. I pulled out the knife and stabbed it in the head a few more times, letting out all my anger.

I slit a large hole down its stomach and started pulling out its guts, smothering my clothes and skin with the blood. I let out a puff of air and got up to my feet.

Another walker came towards me. I gripped tighter on my knife. It walked right past me. I smirked and started walking again.

Then I started running. I ran for at least an hour or two before I came to a town. I slowly approached the general store. I peered inside the store and saw two walkers.

I walked in and killed them both. I glanced around and made it to the hair section.

Scissors.

I muttered a curse word under my breath as I snatched the box and looked around.I entered the bathroom and took down a walker. I grabbed my scissors and opened it up.

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I sighed as I dried my hair with paper towels. I then rubbed my temples as I turned around and looked in the mirror.

My hair littered the room. A small smirk made its self known on my face.

It disappeared as I thought of my day. I grabbed my now chin length hair and gave it a good tug. I clenched my fists as I lashed out and slammed them on the dirty mirror.

It shattered and caused one of my fists to bleed. I wanted to scream, but that'd be silly.

I kicked the wall before tugging on my hair again. I slammed open the bathroom door, just to come face to face with a dark skinned boy who seemed to be Carl's age.

"Dad!" He shouted and held a gun up to my face. I gasped and held up a gun of my own.

"Wha-- oh." Another man jumped and pulled out his gun.

"Who the hell are you?" I spat.

"Name's Morgan. This is my son Duane." He nodded towards his son, "You?"

"Kat." I lied and lowered my gun.

"You got a group?" Duane asked, his face filled with hope as both of the men lowered his gun.

I gulped before answering, "I used to. I ran away." I told the truth.

"Why?" Morgan asked. My eyes filled with tears as I blinked, pushing them back. I wouldn't dare cry.