Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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HEY GUYS! ITS ME! WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE
(I'm a poet... and I didn't even know it)
Okay I'm sorry I'll stop now.

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SKYE

"Come on!" Rick yelled through the smoke, pointing at our escape, the gate, as I kicked a walker away from my body.

I began to make my way over, grunting as I swung my axe and killing another walker, its body falling into the one directly behind it. Shoving one of the growling beasts against a train car, my knife was embedded into its eye socket instantly. I whipped around again, knocking the legs out from another to the ground skillfully, and killing it as well. I released a breath, wiping blood off my face.

Suddenly a large male walker gripped my shoulders and I struggled to contain it. "Carl! Here!" I yelled getting his attention.

He turned around quickly and stabbed his machete through the creatures temple, the blood spraying onto both of us. Dropping it to the ground, I nodded, thanking him in a sense, and he pointed towards the gate. "Come on."

"Up and over, let's go!" A woman in pigtails commanded, waving at me directly. I clambered on top of the car and hoisted myself awkwardly over the fence, falling over onto the other side.

Groaning, I shuffled out of the way and stood up shakily as the last person jumped the fence. Everyone who had escaped migrated into the woods, bloody and battle worn, and I followed behind, staying where they couldn't see me. I had returned and come back to this group, but I didn't know if I would be accepted.

Not everyone here knew me. About half of the people around knew my name, but only a few trusted me. I still did not have the confirmation that Rick wanted me back. It was still at risk, so there was no reason to put myself front and center before this group of strangers.

Everyone remained silent, breathing heavily as they stomped towards a small open area. My eyes lingered to Carl, who walked beside Michonne. I smiled to myself, for they both had survived. I felt a sense of joy rush through me for a moment, debating going to hug Michonne, but stopped myself when Rick halted the group.

"Right here." Daryl mumbled as we all gathered around. He threw Rick a shovel, and he started digging. I walked up beside Carl, and he turned to look at me, smiling, before wrapping me in a hug. I was shocked for a moment, before loosening up and hugging him back.

"I'm glad you came back." He said as he released me. "I didn't know why you left. I was worried you were going to get hurt or killed. Michonne was scared too." He flickered his eyes to the woman, who paid no attention to us.

I sighed, looking at his bloodied face. "I have a lot of stuff I need to tell you. The thing is I-." I was cut off by another voice, much louder and stronger than mine.

"What are we still around here for?" A large man with orange hair asked walking up to where we had all stopped.

"Guns. Some supplies." Rick murmured, still digging in the pinestraw. "We'll go along the fences. Use the rifles. Take out the rest of them."

"What?" Glenn asked, sounding like he had heard Rick wrong.

Rick stopped for a moment and looked up, gazing at all the faces surrounding him. "They don't get to live." Murmurs of disagreement rippled throughout the group, and I crossed my arms over my chest.