This story is somewhat like the AMC hit tv show The Walking Dead. The characters are the same but some parts may be different then the original. I do NOT own any of The Walking Dead (but I wish I did). ;)
Neeka (knee-ka) -
I looked at my now dead sister. She was the only family member I had left. These dumb bastards killed her. I close my eyes and I can hear her flesh being torn off by the rotting teeth of a walker.
A walker is a human, wait it's not even human it was HUMAN. Before it got infected by some disease which no person can find a cure.
"Grace I love you. I'll see you up there someday. I'll fight for you. And mom and dad." I kissed her forehead and gently laid her head down on the hard cement. In her own pool of blood. I was crying because of anger and sadness.
These bastards are gonna die.
I furiously wiped off my cheek. I took a long deep breathe and stabbed my sister in the head.
"I'm sorry. I had too." I murmured.
My journey was by myself. No one there for me. But somehow I'll survive on my own.
My bags filled with supplies I need. I have food, water, guns, amo, medical equipment, clothes, and other things needed.
I clench my katana getting ready for the walker that was coming to me. Moaning and groaning thinking I was food. Um excuse you? I'm not your food. The katana sliced through the head of the now dead thing.
Voices began talking, I shook my head thinking I was hallucinating. But I wasn't.
"Drop your weapon and your bags on the ground." I slowly dropped everything. The men came in front of me.
"What's your name?" Asked the sheriff.
"Oh lookie here we gotta new sheriff in town." I smirked. This guy with the crossbow chuckled and so did the colored man.
He glared at me, "what's your name?"
"My name is Neeka."
"Real badass huh?" Bellowed the crossbow man. "Let's see you try arrow man." I gave him an asshole smile and he growled.
"Hey you shotgun dude got anything else to say to me?" He shook his head.
"Neeka-" I turned my attention to the sheriff. He began again talking. "- are you alone?" I nod. "Have you killed anybody?" I nod. "Well it depends actual human or walker."
"She calls them walkers too." Shotgun dude mumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"Have you killed actual people?" Sheriff asked. "What do you think I am? A serial killer?" Chuckles fill the quietness.
Sheriff pinches the bridge of his nose. "Let's tie her hands up and take her to camp." They began tying my hands and I struggle to get them away.
"Calm yourself, bitch." Arrow man snapped. I spit on his shoes and smile at him.
"Now here we aren't looking for a fight. We just want to take you to our camp. And I'm Rick. Arrow man is Daryl, and shotgun dude is T-Dog."
"Rick I was taught how to fend myself. I don't need you or your little side kicks to take to your camp." They all groaned.
I was annoying them and I was happy about that. I began humming a tune. Bushes rustled and we all snapped our heads in the direction it was a bunny.
"Man I would've killed that thing." I scowled and began humming again.
We got to this one highway.
"Um excuse me but you call this a camp?" T-Dog opened his mouth before he could say anything peolepointed guns at me.
"Who the hell is that?" Sneered a man with a cop suit.
"This is Neeka." Daryl said. "I can talk all by myself thank you very much." He tugged on my arm.
"Rick let the poor girl go." I assumed it was his wife with brown hair.
"Lori we don't know what she can do to us." "Oh please the only thing I kill are animals for food and the walkers. I fight for my people." I say before Daryl cuts the rope.
My wrists are all bruised and I rub them to get the back how they were.
"Jeez next time cut my hands off man what the fuck!" I sneer.
"At ease bitch." Daryl snickers. I punch him in the arm.
This blonde lady looks at me with a weird look and I give her one back.
"My bags! Where the hell are my bags?!"
"We left them in the woods." T-Dog informs me. "You dumbasses!" I run back into the woods.
"Neeka!" Daryl calls. I put my finger to my lips to shush him.
I kinda had a crush on Daryl. Like should I or no?
