IN THIRD PERSON / UNDER REVISION
Her body lurches forward immediately. Instinct running into overdrive as her senses buzzed wildly. Big brown eyes sweep over the landscape before her, darting between leaves, dirt, a scraggly looking man, trees, leaves, and more dirt. It takes a second for her to register that she should run but she definitely can't, the probability of being able to get up and skirt off like her body wasn't dying on the inside was highly unlikely. So she setlles for digging her palms into the dirt and shoving herself backwards in a panic. Back hitting the trunk of a wide oak hard, and pushing herself up it, nocking the last arrow she'd had left... A field tip, hardly lethal material.
"You gotta a name?" The man asked, twirling a piece of grass out the side of his mouth as he chewed.
She stayed silent. Vowing that if she was going to speak, it was going either going to be out of sheer curiousity or because she needed too. Caylx prayed she wouldn't get them confused.
He scruffy haired man nodded, and raised his bow up to rest on his shoulder, sending Caylx to do the same, drawing a field tip back and aiming.
"Ya know that's a field tip arrow, little girl." He mused lifting a finger and letting it drop to smack his thigh. "It ain't gonna work, darlin'."
"I know." Caylx growled, forcing a deeper glare. Who did he think she was? An amateur? Yes, that's exactly what he thinks because that's exactly what you are. And it doesn't help that you're using a damn field tip which won't do jack shit, by the way--- Caylx thought.
"So then you know that that isn't gon kill me, right?"
"Yeah." Caylx stated with a shrug of her shoulders. "But it'll still hurt like a bitch."
The rugged looking man gave a nod of his head, a not-so-bad expression coating his features. "Can't argue with that." He murmured, scratching his chin.
He hadn't done anything to hurt her yet, actually he'd saved her if you wanted to get technical. That arrow in that last walker belonged to him, and Caylx supposed he didn't just kill that walker because he wanted to kill her himself. These days there was enough killing going around that one might avoid any extra blood on their hands at all costs...
"So... no name, those walkers back there, they follow you?" He inquired absently, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder.
Yet again, Caylx refused to answer. She didn't trust him, even if he had taken out one of the fucking walkers that were following her. Caylx didn't owe him a damn thing as far as she was concerned. He'd helped her out, that was on him. She didn't ask him to do anything. And lately, Caylx was finnicky with whom she trusted... That's what kept her alive.
"I'm not gonna kill ya, ya know..." He spoke again with a slight sigh.
"Said everyone who's ever killed someone." Caylx finished, adjusting her fingertips along the bow string. Not that she would admit it, but Caylx's strength was wavering. The muscles in her arms were already worn out and stretched, the girl wasn't sure how much longer she could hold her aim.
"Except you." He replied. "You haven't said much of anything to me, but you got your uh--...." He points lazily at her bow with a slight upturn of his lip, look the weapon up and down critically. "Recurve pointed at my chest."
Caylx narrowed her eyes at him, the judgement laced within his tone irking her. "That's because I don't want to kill you. But that doesn't mean I won't." Her teeth come down on her lip, biting into the chapped flesh hard. Her arm is seriously burning now, hot sensations running up and down the length of her bicep screaming at her. She squints her right eye a little further now, vision clouding up with each drop of sweat that leaks into her eye. Her aim was relatively if not completely thrown askew by the quivering of her arm, Caylx was in no shape to be spewing threats at a stand off.
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Shared Blood (A Walking Dead fan fic.)
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