The Walking Dead x reader (On Hold)

The Pilot

This story will take place in the readers point of view

I had one hand on my machetes handle, and the other on my backpack strap.

Right now I was hiding behind a small part of the Sanctuary preying on one of the guards at his post that stood in a dark corner. I knew that he would be easy to kill.

I didn't want to kill him, but this is the only way out of this hell hole.

It's kinda hard to see him in the dark but I can see the outline of his body as the dull half moon shines on us.

As soon as he turned his back to me when started to climb down the ladder I snuck over to him. In a swift motion I put my blade to the front of his neck and sliced it.

I could feel his body struggle in my arms as he gasp for air. He could be heard gurgling. He was choking on his own blood. hated killing people but this had to be done.

As soon as his body went limp in my arms I gently lowered him to the ground.

I crouched down to his level and peered into his dull and lifeless eyes.

"I am so sorry. I didn't want to kill you but I have no choice. I have to get out of here. I hope you'll be in some place better." I whispered to him and wipped away the tears that fell from my eyes.

I grabbed his amrs and crossed them over his chest. I then closed his eyes. Raising my head I made sure no one was watching. Quickly I chopped my machete into his head.

Sure I hate Negan but i am not about to release a biter into the Sanctuary. I don't hate everyone here, and some people are innocent.

That's just not fair.

I ran over to his post and climbed the ladder. I poked my head over the fence and gulped. It a long drop. I don't do good with heights.

I breathed in and out a few times with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and started to climb down.

My body wasn't even half way down when I felt someone grab my backpack strap and hoisted me back up to the platform making me drop my machete to the ground out of my reach leaving me defenseless.

I fell to the wood with a grunt. I looked up and my eyes widened. Dwight, he found me!

I tackled him to the ground without a second thought.

"What the hell you doing girl?!" He yelled. I was on top of him and punched him straight in the nose.

He groaned and held his nose in pain. He was laying on the floor. I stomped my foot where the sun doesn't shine.

"You dumb girl!!" I bolted for the fence but he grabbed my ankle, I hit my jaw on the fence with a loud crack sending a shiver down my spine.

I could feel Dwight crawl over top of me. He flipped me over and punched me square in the face.

"Negan will not be happy with you killing one of his men." He growled in my face. "That's why I'm leaving this dump." I spat in his face.

"Oh how much you'll regret this!" He yelled and punched me again.

I groaned in pain. He held my wrist down as he yelled out for saviors to come and help him.

I started kicking and thrashing around trying to break out of his grip. My left hand slipped from his grip and I took this advantage by grabbing his blade from his belt.

I tried stabbing him in the neck but he  knocked the blade out of my hand sending it a few inches away from my grasp.

I could hear all of the commotion around us. More men were coming our way.