Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

Chapter 23

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[Paytons POV]

'Daisy, Daisy, gimme your answer do, I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet, upon the seat, of a bicycle made for two.'

I sang slowly, the sun was begining to set, and I was completely defencless, no bow, no knives, no Daryl.

All I had was my big stick.

And that was covered in walker blood already and was starting to make my nose flinch.

Suddenly, I felt another presence, but it wasn't a walker, what the stranger said struck me to no end.

'Michael, Micheal, here is your answer true. I'm not crazy all for the love of you. There won't be any marriage, If you can't afford a carriage. 'Cause I'll be switched, If I get hitched, on a bicycle built for two!' It whispered.

I squealed and fell backwards onto my arse, several sticks and pricks jabbed into me and I hissed.

Seriously?

How much contact can a girl have with the ground in just one day?!

And why does it hurt so much?!

'Aww, don't cry little one. I'll be sure to take you back to your mummy.'

I whimpered at the harsh snap in the strangers tone.

But I knew it was unmistakably a woman.

'Who are you?' I snapped. 'Where am I?'

'You're... Up the road aways as some might say and I don't have a name. Not anymore.' The stranger whispered.

I felt breathing on the back of my neck and squirmed away, only getting two meters before I felt a hard push on my back and I collapsed down into a shitty heap on the floor.

More bark and sticks pressed now into my cheeks and I hissed, pushing myself up, only to be pushed right back down again.

I snarled as one extra-sharp brush cut into my cheeks and went slightly into the wound.

I sat up yet again but this time I wasn't pushed down and pulled the stick out of my cheek, the blood dribbled down and dripped quickly off my cheeks and onto my clothes.

'Fuck me, that was painful!' I winced and rubbed at my cheek, twidling my jaw at the same time.

'You're very beautiful.' The voice whispered.

I didn't turn, I didn't want to see whoever this stranger was.

'I do not believe so.' I whispered. 'I believe to be tampered with.'

Why the hell am I attempting to talk in big words?

'Ah, tampered how? exactly?'

'Broken.' I whispered. I was following my mums biggest rule.

''If someone bigger than you and you have no chance in beating them senseless, suck up or play the damsel in distress.'' I can't name the amount of times that one rule has seemed to save me in a few situations growing up.

'Broken how?'

'I've lost so many, I've lost all, I don't know how I even survived, I can't do anything for myself. I had my big brother, but I lost him. Have you seen him? He was supposed to save me from the monsters...'