Mr.Baby blue eyes; C.G

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(Not like the show, this will change)
Faye

I crashed into someones back and was flung backward. I tried to gain my balance as my ankle twisted and gave out. I winched as I heard the sounds of guns being moved. I looked up and was faced with the guy I must have run into. His dirty hair was dripping sweat, and I gasped as I saw the side of his face, It was absolutely disgusting. He looked like the monster you'd see in the movie nightmare on elm street. I backed up in fear and stopped when I heard a deep voice command the gunmen (and women) to stand down. 

 An older-looking guy stepped towards me and my eyes flashed directly to his bat. It was a wooden baseball bat with what looked like some kind of wire around it. My eyes widened up in fear and I began to have a panic attack. The guy's face immediately softened, "Back up, she's just a kid!" He whispered sharply and pushed the Freddie Krueger looking guy out of the way, and knelt down in front of me. "What's your name, sweetheart?" He spoke so low I could barely hear him. I didn't answer and just stared at the bat that was not even two feet from my face. "I'm trying to help you." His voice got sterner, and that just made me even more scared but I forced words out of my mouth. "F-Faye," I whispered, winching due to the fact it's been so long since I've spoken. The man nodded, then stood up and held out his hand. I looked up at him, and he nodded towards my ankle. "I've got stuff in the RV over there, I can help." I was reluctant to trust him, and he seemed to take notice. "You really don't have another option, kid." I sighed and took his hand, trying not to show pain on my face. "D, take her into the RV and fix her up, okay? I'll finish what I need to with Rick and his group-" He whispered something to the Freddie dude that was out of my earshot. "Yes sir." The guy nodded before picking me up. I Jumped and closed my eyes in fear. "It's okay." The big guy said, and I nodded, letting this scary man take me into this big RV.

 I kept my eyes closed while he walked, trying to focus on something other than the pain in my left ankle. I opened my eyes when the man set me down on a couch inside the RV. "Lemme see that ankle." I didn't respond and held out my ankle, biting my lip trying not to cry. He did some weird tests things to see how much I could move it and where it hurt. 

 "Just a sprain." He said, and I nodded. "T-thank you." My voice cracked and I looked down at my ankle, which he had just gotten done wrapping. "I'm Dwight by the way." I nodded, and he walked to the fridge and got a water bottle. He handed it to me and my eyes got wide. They have cold water! I drank it thankfully and set it next to me. 

 "So how old are you, Faye?" Dwight asked me, we'd been in this RV for about an hour or so now, and he finally started talking again. "Does anyone really know their ages anymore?" I adjusted the Ice pack on my ankle and looked back up at him. "Good point." He nodded and I just stayed silent. "I think I'm around 14 or 15." I shrugged after a few moments of silence. It was broken by the door getting slammed open and the guy who Dwight said was Negan busted in, along with a guy he was dragging behind him. Negan slammed an ax into the table and I widened my eyes in fear. "Out." Negan ordered me, I got up to leave and so did Dwight. I got out of that RV as soon as I could, watching my foot making sure that I didn't put too much pressure on it.

 I looked around at the people on their knees in front of me, I almost puked when I saw two people with no heads. I shook my head trying to keep my eyes from looking back there, I really didn't want to puke in front of all these people.