"She was like a new light. A new beginning. A new end." - Rick Grimes.
This story is about Bella Sinclair and her journey through the new world of the dead. A story of hope, of justice, of family and most importantly, of love. It focuses on a simil...
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- Six Weeks Since Leaving The Prison -
"This was a bad idea!" Merle moaned through his heavy panting.
"Definitely the craziest thing we've done so far." Ezra agreed.
I rolled my eyes, as we ran through the narrow corridors of the military building. I adjusted my shoulder slightly, feeling the tension of carrying two heavy army sacks full of ammunition and weaponry.
"Yeah, well who's ingenious plan was it to begin with?" I snickered, leading the two men into another one of the armouries before shutting the door and locking it behind us.
"Damn Sinclair, didn't take you as a telltale type." Merle joked, running over to the shutter that led back outside to check our surroundings.
"Over here!" Ezra called out, gaining my attention as I pushed a filing cabinet up against the door and leant into it with all my strength, soon enough feeling force push back on the other side. I grabbed the one empty bag we had left and slid it across the floor to the long haired apprentice. That's what we were calling him at least; since Merle and I both have extensive military training, we figured it was the best title for Ezra to hold.
"Merle!" I whisper shouted, feeling my feet slip back as the lock to the door burst and our ears were met with the fierce snarls and groans from members of the dead. "Little help here!"
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Darlin'. You're doin' just fine!" Merle smirked towards me, filling his own bag with multiple boxes of ammunition.
"How long?" Ezra questioned, knowing how my mind worked.
It only took me a second to calculate how long I could stand keeping the herd of military walkers back from entering the room, with considering the distance between us and the shutter that led outside. "Eighteen seconds."
"See, plenty of time!" Merle laughed to himself. "Y'all jus' need to have a little more faith."
"I'm never listening to you again." I moaned, digging the heels of my boots as harshly into the ground as I could, as I felt my face begin to boil from the pressure set upon me.
"Look, you asked an I told." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, as if we had all the time in the world.
"Serves me right for trusting the word of a court-martialled solider." The words escaped my mouth, before a groan coursed through me, feeling my feet slip more and more.
"God, do you two ever stop?" Ezra took over, throwing the newest bag of weaponry over his shoulder. "Merle, get the shutters."
"Five!" The number burst from my lips, as I found myself holding breath against the weighing force of snarls behind the door.
"Time for the grand finale!" Merle grinned widely, as he pulled up the shutters and crouched down onto one knee, raising his rifle to shoot down any close threats on the outside.
