-Nova- (Negan & Simon 3-Way Fanfiction) (The Walking Dead)

1; -darkened hills

It was a clear morning, I would be sleeping in an open area close to the forest that was close by a lake, I slept under a makeshift structure made out of some wood and stick that I gathered, my survival skills I learned back then from my big brother helped me a bunch, especially with making killing traps. I started to wake up, rubbing my eyes and getting up to head towards the lake, as I needed to go fishing for some more fish or whatever I could get that was edible. 

I started to think about how my brother taught me how to perfectly catch fish without sticks or a fishing rod, basically you could use your own mouth instead of all that junk, yeah it was gross, and probably gave you risk of getting salmonella but I was strong and so was he it ran in our family. 

Those survival skills sure did come to use, he was constantly teaching me them when we had some free-time together he was always so damn sure on us eventually having a zombie apocalypse, ironic right? It was a shame he wasn't around anymore, his survival skills were effective but he ended up getting infected in the midst of it. 

It wasn't pretty either, I stuck through the first stages of his infection, just heart-wrenching, it got worse when he completely turned, he got bit in his left thigh it was gruesome I eventually was forced to kill him in order to live because eventually he would've bit me and I wouldn't be walking to this lake here now would I?

Heh.

I took off my combat boots, and tied back my straight and stringy black hair, which would remind you of Samara Morgan from the Ring movies. I kind of did look like her a bit, but normal but I was a little be ruffed up and dirty, I honestly couldn't give a shit I had nobody around me to impress anymore. I roll up my long light mocha colored cargo pants, grabbing the makeshift basket I weaved together and walked into the water, I honestly didn't understand why I bothered since I'm fishing with my mouth instead of using tools to fish for me.

I'd get to the level that lots of fish would be at, about waist height for me but I was able to still walk. I know that my friends back at the camp told me that this lake had tons of salmon in it, which I found heavenly before, but now i'm just tired of the same thing over and over again. 

I'd scan through the waters trying to spot something, then I felt something brush past my leg, I instantly dipped my head in the water, and opened my mouth, I felt something almost slip past my teeth, I quickly bit down on it, it was a nice fat salmon I would surface, pulling the fish out of my mouth and spitting out the raw stuff, I would then place it into the basket, continuing to search around for more.

I would return back to my camp area, which was small, and a bit dark, I gather some leaves, tree-sap from a tree and some pine straw that was scattered across the ground, sticking them together in order to make a small ball for bigger fires and placed it into my campfire which wasn't lit yet,I then grabbed a lighter I had from my brother and quickly setting the flame. It would get nice and big. Hopefully no walkers would be attracted to it.

I would start putting the salmon onto the makeshift rotisserie wheel and then started spinning for a good few hours. Eventually I had a nice dinner and went to my makeshift shelter, going to sleep. 

I wake up an hour later to gunshots and groans from what it would seem to be walkers nearby, I'd quickly gather my shit together, getting my old raggedy backpack and packing up what I had. I ran west into the forest, trying to find a tree to climb in order to get away from any scavengers.

I found the perfect tree to climb, it was nice and big, perfect to climb. I'd start climbing up the tree as quick as I could, when I got about halfway I look around, I saw them towards the north of me, heading in my direction.