The Humvee was decked out in an assortment of sprayed words. The words over crossed in black and red spray paint and the woman watched as the back door slowly swung open. The older woman lying in the dirt peeked up from her wound that was gushing blood, which she had gotten earlier fighting off a horde of walkers to protect her daughters. Her daughters were only 15 and 17 years old they haven't quite learned the way the world worked yet and had a long way to go to learn. She knew if she didn't get help soon that they would have to learn an even darker lesson. One that required a bullet, one finely placed bullet to her skull. She knew she was losing blood fast and knew if something didn't happen soon that bullet would have to be put in place. The woman slowly reached out gripping hold of her eldest daughter, Alyssa was her name and she was the one she would have to come to rely on to place that bullet if need be.
The woman wasn't expecting this though as the young man decked out in military attire slowly dropped from the back seat of the military style Humvee. He wasn't quite tall, maybe reaching a staggering height of 5 feet 2 inches at best. The way he smiled told her, however, that this young man could be trouble. In her current state, she couldn't really do much else, but stare at him. She gripped the only gun she had firmly in her hand and pointed it in the general direction of the young man. She placed her lips firmly together, tightly, easing her finger to the trigger as her hand shook. She hadn't had to shoot anyone, at least anyone living before. She and her daughters have been fairly lucky. The only human encounter they had was one in which she lost her husband. The man gladly gave his life to protect his family and she knew if she had been stronger that wouldn't have been the case. She wouldn't make the same mistake again and slowly eased her finger, ready to pull the trigger if needed.
However, she stopped hearing the small whistle from the boy's mouth making her eyes dart up as he raised his hands in defense
"Whoa there, no need for that, right?"
The boy kindly grinned to her and she studied him. He didn't look old, he was decked out in green camouflage, the type that military boys would wear, but he didn't look old enough to be enlisted. She was sure he wasn't a soldier and figured he had stolen the Humvee and the uniform. She cocked her head back keeping her finger steady on the trigger as the young man kept his hands raised as he repeated.
"no need for that, right?"
He nods his head again taking a small step closer and she raised her gun making sure to keep the boy in her sight. He strolled closer and stopped as he motioned down to a backpack on the ground.
'may I, may I sit?"
The woman kept her gun raised but heard her younger daughter chime in turning her head slightly hearing the girl's voice raise answering the young man. Her youngest daughter Jade was a bit harder than her sister. It was a bit surprising how outspoken the girl had become and how well she adapted to this world. Her oldest, she thought would be the one to take charge if things got bad, but Jade always stepped in and did what was needed.
"you can sit'
Jade turned her head sideways eyeing the boy who grinned politely at her and watched him cock his head back towards the older woman.
"Is that okay, miss?"
The woman nodded her head towards the backpack.
"If you try anything towards me, my girls, ill shoot you, right between your eyes."
The boy grinned wide, nodding his head understanding her.
"I don't doubt that. how many bullets you got miss?"
The boy leaned forward grinning as his eyes stared down her gun.
"I count two, am i right?"
The woman held her gun up and whispered.
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The walking dead Fanfic: The Estate
FanfictionA new survivor Jade must decide which side of the war between Negan and Alexandria she wants to be on. The fanfic starts out with original characters but progresses showing Negan, the saviors and other familiar faces as Jade must decide which side o...