A Rick Grimes Love Story

Chapter 12

The moon shines on the field filled with Walker corpses and crimson blood. You remain on the forest floor hoping that Rick will magically appear. But for the past couple hours, he hasn't. Its starting to really scare you on where he could have gone. Its a long walk back to the house, and you can't manage to do it with just a knife; especially alone.

Stars are cascading across the night sky and the full moon illuminates the whole forest. As you sit yourself up, you hear a crackling behind you. The pitch black shadow blinds you and sends chills down your spine. Another crack is heard, only this time its to your left. You jump up to your feet and point the knife in the direction. After a while, you still cant hear anything but the shadow is gone. The generator-powered light is on in the cabin.

You slowly approach the shack with your knife in front of you. Your breathing is heavy and you are shaking uncontrollably. Who could it be, there was no one else when you got here. There wasn't any smoke or any signs that there was a near by camp. As you open the cabin door, there's a dark skinned woman laying on the bed reading a book.

"Who are you?" You spit out.

The woman jerks up grabbing a katana. Her look says she wasn't expecting company.

"Who the hell are you?" She says.

You stutter trying to get your name out, but nothing seems to be released. Thinking it might be the best idea, you kneel down and set your spey on the ground. The woman kept her katana directed at your head and walked over to kick your knife away.

The woman gets closer to you and starts to pull something out of he pocket, "Put your hands together."

You do so and fear starts to form in your chest. The woman bounds your wrist with zip ties, then puts your knife into her bag. She notices your shoulder bag and rips that off of you. You start to get tears in your eyes as she pulls pictures and souvenirs out of your bag.

She looks at you then goes back to your belongings. You look at the floorboards, they seem to be fraying at every end. You fumble with the ends with your feet. Minutes pass and you hear sniffling. She pulled one out and tears started to fall from her chocolate eyes. She glances at you then back at the picture. In one swift motion, she set the picture down and brought you to your feet. The woman cuts the ties around your wrist and sets you free.

"Who is this?" She asks through tears,

You look down at the photo. Its Jessica, she was only 5 months old. You smile and peek up at the woman.

"My baby sister." You respond.

The woman glances down at the picture and tears up again. She walks over to your bag's insides cascaded across the bed and puts them back into it. Then she walks over to your knife and hands both of them over to you.

You grab the spey and put it into your bag, "Did you see a man?"

The woman looks at you puzzled and shakes her head. "No, what did he look like?"

You start to describe Rick, his impeccable features, stunning personality. She starts to get excited, her hands start to fumble and a smile creeps on her face.

"Rick..." She mumbles.

I half smile, "You know him?"

The woman grabs your wrist and pulls you outside. Her grip is strong and firm, you would think that if she let go she would die. She leads you to a footprint in the mud just outside the door. It's about the size of Ricks'. You start to shake and your breath is thin. The woman holds your elbow as if you would pass out at any moment.

You look at the shoe print again and notice that it was pointing towards the truck. The thought that Rick could still be somewhere close was reassuring, but not knowing for sure seemed like the scariest thing in the world. You could tell that the woman wanted to go follow the footsteps, however you didn't want to find out for sure that Rick was okay. The woman looks at you and then back at the ground.

"What did you say your name was?" She said.

"I never said. " you mumble.

She lets out a small laugh, "Well here's your time."

Taking a deep breath, you look her in the eyes and open your mouth, "(Y/N)"

She smiles and then looks at you, "I'm Michonne."

"Nice to meet you Michonne." You smile.

Her smile fades as she looks in the distance, "You know Rick is strong. but probably not strong enough to survive a night out in the open alone."

You stop smiling and think about it. Yeah, he is strong and yeah, he is able to take care of himself.

"He can survive tonight. I know he can." You whisper.

Michonne kicks some dirt around and looks up. She looks into the woods and then so do you. She pulls you along through the shrubs and trees. Your brain and mucles start to refuse to work. Breathing and walking start to become a problem and soon enough Michonne is dragging you along. Trees and rocks soon become one big blur. Michonne's worried voice is the last thing you hear before passing out.