All My Fault [The Walking Dead fanfic]

Dragged

I woke in shock. I could not see. I was being dragged across the cold ground and felt myself land hard on something that may be the porch. Finally I could see, for a bag was taken off my face. I saw Luke with a knife in hand. I could not speak because there was duct tape across my mouth.

"Bye." He said.

The bag was put back on my head and I was dragged a little further into the room. I had no idea where I was, probably the barn, and I had no idea what time it was. I sat in place, unable to move, for hours. I felt the heat of the sun on my for a long while then the cold of the night came. Suddenly, it got oddly hot. And the sounds if gunfire came from just outside. As did the screams of two men that I took for Jimmy and Otis. I finally realised I still had my knife in my pocket and cut the rope that bound my hands together. With my free hands, I took the bag off my head. I breathed cold air and smoke. The barn was on fire. I jumped from the loft and ran for about two seconds before realising that Jimmy and Otis were being eaten within the RV and about a hundred walkers were scattered over the farm. I saw a blurry figure that I took for Elise running. I run all around, walkers stood in every direction. I retreated into the forest. Walkers tried to grab at me as I ran but I dodged their claws. The sound of leafs crunching was beneath me and the sounds of moans were around me. I held my knife tightly against my chest as I hid behind a tree. A walker came by so I pierced it's head. This caught the attention of the walkers so I continued to run. I tripped over a fallen tree and a walker came at me. A hooded figure stood before me with a katana sword. They sliced the walker's head off. It yet moved. The blade cut into it's head like butter and the figure wiped the blood off.

"Leo?"

The figure shook it's head and took off the hood. It revealed a black woman. I noticed she had two walkers on chains.

"What are they for?" I ask.

"Stealth."

Her voice was dull and mysterious.

"Help me." I plead.

She held out a hand. I took it and she helped me up.

"My name's Logan." I said.

"Michonne." She responded.

And so began a life-saving friendship.