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

18; close quarters

-Warning~ Extreme Violent/Gore-like themes & Some Sexual Content-

Nova's POV

My body honestly at this point felt numb and I somehow noticed I was trembling.

I suppose the adrenaline rush I was having was a bit overwhelming, especially when those fucking rotting shitheads came flooding in.

I walked to another walker that was inanimate now and cut open its stomach more, I got over the smell and proceeded to smother myself with it's guts for a second coat of camouflage.

I looked over at Bronson who was doing the same, he'd look at me, smiling almost genuinely, he'd nod then proceeded to stalk forward in the mob.

I would start moving, one of the sons of bitches decided to bump into me, with that I stabbed it in the skull and used it as a dead meat shield.

I then noticed a stick almost the size of a cane, i picked it up, stealthily moving in between the walkers, I held the stick far out to my right and the walkers just started tripping one after the next.

I stopped then grabbed my dirty hair, undoing it and started to tie my machete around the stick, then coated my hair in the blood and guts, I winced lightly but sucked it up.

The walkers that were down would struggle to get up, grunting and gargling

I eventually stabbed the 3 I had in the skull, moving on to trip and kill some more.

This, was gonna take a while...
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It would be twenty minutes in and we still haven't gotten past half of these fuckers, my tatics were taking a bit TOO long, so I pushed the dead meat shield on the ground then started stalking around on my own.

I walked, and whatever walker I could reach I grabbed it by the arm or just walked into it and slit it's throat or stabbed them in the forehead.

I was gaining momentum as I kept going gradually moving a bit quicker.

I made a mistake and ended up tripping over my foot somehow, a walker fell ontop of me, my heart started to hammer in my chest. I felt myself trying to refrain from panicking.

The walker didn't take long to try and attempt to attack me, I'd squirm pulling my stick in front of its gross snapping mouth, she'd be snarling and gurgling at me trying so hard to get a bite.

Suddenly it stopped moving and it's undead gray matter splattered onto my face followed by an arrow head extremely close to my face.

I'd look in shock and the walker would be pushed off me, it would be Bronson, he'd offer his hand.

I took it, and he pulled me up instantly, we'd stare at each other for a brief moment.

"Careful next time, don't want another loved one dead." He'd speak to me for the first time in a while, his voice was sincere along with his gaze.

I just gazed back at him, unaware I was blushing a little now.

He'd chuckle lightly then headed onto kill some more bastards.

I'd do the same.

It go close to nightfall, the Sun setting now, making the sky an orangey reddish-pink in color.

I was getting tired as hell, we were down to the last 10.

I wanted this to be over, but the final one was about to come and I couldn't just give up now.