Twd the walking dead fan fic

Twd 5 the walking dead fan fic

The following morning Rick had walked into the RV and nudged my shoulder. "Ciara, wake up. I need your help." I lifted the covers off of me, and scooted out of bed, trying to not wake Ashley and her brother. I stumbled out of the RV, rubbing my weary eyes. Rick approached me and said in a deep voice, "we need to go back to the department store. I lost a bag of guns over there that we desperately need. There are tools over there as well. Daryl, Glenn and T-dog are coming too, get your weapons, we'll leave in an hour." I walked to the jeep and grabbed my katana and crossbow, slinging the crossbow over my shoulder and shoving the katana in my belt loop. The sky was smeared with orange and red in the grey overcast. Ever since the apocalypse, the sky wasn't blue anymore. It reflected the dull life below.

I got a glimpse of Ashley as she exited the RV, hand in hand with Jim. Looks like she's been busy. I made my way to the picnic table to await breakfast. There was still a lot of deer meat left and that was the main source of protein that remained. We were running low on supplies. We caught some fish down in the quarry and hunted but that's about all the food we could come up with. Several minutes passed and Rick came back to me. "Ciara, do you think we could use your jeep to get down there? It's the easiest vehicle to use." "Sure thing." "Alright, thank you. We'll be leaving in 5." I went to the jeep and cleared out my personal supplies and moved them into the RV. When I walked out I saw Rick in the drivers seat. I strided towards the door and said with a laugh, "Rick, if we're going to take my jeep, I drive." "Fair enough," he chuckled with a smile, crawling over to the passenger seat. T-dog, Glenn and Daryl climbed in the back and buckled their seat belts. The tires screeched against the rocky earth. Glenn directed me through city and to the bag of guns which still laid on the ground. Rick opened the door, grasped the bag, and settled back into the passenger seat.

Parking the car infront of the department store, Daryl ran inside to retrieve the dropped tools. The facade was wrecked. Scratch marks and broken glass filled the entryway. Minutes passed and Daryl hustled out, the tool box jostling back and forth. We continued down the road when gunshots rang throughout the air. The jeep rocked to its side as one of the tires popped. I hopped out of the jeep quickly and examined it. A bullet punctured the side of the tire, the rubber sinking, lifeless without its pressure. The bullet was a .28. I jumped back in and had an idea. I veered off into a side road leading into a secluded area, the tire wailing against the pavement. I popped the tire off and ran to the back. I unzipped the case which revealed an unused tire, emitting the new rubber scent. I returned to the side of the jeep and called out. "Daryl, mind handing me that tool box?" "Sure thing." I grabbed the box and searched through the metal tools. I grabbed the ones I needed and propped the tire into place. I hopped back in the car and continued back to camp. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Rick asked. "Just watched and learned from my dad. Thought it was useless when he showed me, I was dead wrong." "What was that anyways? Why would people want to shoot at us?" Glenn questioned with an anxious tone. "Who knows. Probably wanted a new ride and extra weapons." What gets me though is, why one bullet? You'd think they'd shoot multiple times, but one? I kept questioning the event and couldn't put it together. Maybe they just wanted to scare us or something or it was a misfire. Maybe even a ricocheted bullet.

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We neared camp to hear screams escape the RV. The dark sky echoed the cries for help throughout the trees. Everyone jumped out of the car, gun in hand, prepared for what was to come. I seized the entrance of the RV to see a girl whose name was Amy, getting chunks of flesh taken out of her neck and arm. I whirled my katana out of its casing and sliced straight through the walkers head. Amy folded to the ground, blood seeping out of her. I put my katana away and wrapped my hands around her. Although I haven't known her long, she was a sweetheart, someone this shouldn't have happened to. "Andrea!!! Come here!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. Andrea sprinted over, hands covering her mouth. I backed away, leaving the two sisters alone. I went to clear out the tents and stumbled across Jim's tent, or what used to be of it. Tears filled my eyes as I took in the scene.

Ashley's body laid on the ground, next to Jim's, carved out. Organs gone, blood puddles covering the floor. Ashley probably stayed here while we were gone and got attacked. Jim's body was clearly unrecognizable, the only indication being his hat laying besides the empty corpse. Kneeling perpendicular to Ashley's body, tears flowed down my cheeks. My vision was cloudy, emotions taking over. I grabbed Ashley's hand, and held it in mine. Her brown hair lay stained in blood.

Rick walked in the tent and stopped dead in his tracks. I glanced at him. His expression was horrifying. He could read my face. He could see the emotions pouring out of me like a waterfall. He took a step in the tent, but I interrupted him. "Go. Leave me be." He nodded and backed away, looking back with shock. I stroked her hair that she always made me brush for her. Made me straighten before going to see a boy. Let me dye it during the summertime, now limply blanketed in velvety mist. Tracing my fingers along her cheek, the blood smeared all over my hand, not that I cared. Hours passed and I still sat there, holding her hand. I figured she wouldn't turn due to the fact there was nothing left. Her horseshoe necklace, identical to mine, laid stained in blood, resting upon her empty corpse.

The morning sun rose over the tent, revealing the dust mites hovering around. Merle walked in and stood there. His hands were shoved in his pockets. "Sweetheart I think you should come outside. We're worried 'boutcha." I hesitated, but nodded and shuffled out of the tent, the fresh air knocking into my face. I fumbled with the strings on my sweater, which were drenched in blood. Before I entered the RV, Carol approached me. "Ciara, if you change I can wash your clothes for you if you'd like." "That would be great, thank you very much Carol," I responded with a weak smile. I flopped down on the bed, my face to the wall. The stairs creaked and the bed weighted down besides me. I felt a hand placed on the curve of my back. I turned my head back slightly to see Daryl sitting there, his eyes filled with tenderness and sensitivity, which was rare, almost unheard of. "I'm so sorry. I know what it's like." He just sat there, even through the silence. Much didn't need to be said, the silence was almost comforting. I turned over, so that I was facing him. He reached a finger over and wiped a tear from my cheek. I let out a weary smile. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. He rose from the bed. "Daryl." "Yeah?" "Thank you." He nodded and headed out the RV.