My Last days( A Rick Grimes Fan Fiction)

Ch. 1

   I always thought my last days, when my time was up, I would be in the arms of my family and friends. No, instead I'm going to die alone in this cabinet with a broken leg, munching on a pop tart as my last meal... The fact that I made it this far is a accomplishment in itself. 

   Before I starve to death, mite as well tell you a little about me. Hi, I'm Blake. I got brown/red hair, chestnut. Eyes that are the color of dish water, not a pretty blue, but not quite green. I like cats, chocolate, the color blue, puns, and some pain killers for this broken leg would be great.
Things I hate: spiders, vegetables, the color yellow, the fact that someone just walk into this house and I can't fight back...
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Oh. OH SHIT.

   I need something to fight with, I mite have a broken leg but I will be damned if I die before I'm done with this pop tart. I look around for any thing that can be a weapon. I see something and grab it. It's a decent size knife. I hold onto the knife and slide my self by the door. I can hear them walking around, it sounds like there looking through the fridge. I hear who ever it is walk away from the fridge and walk to wear I've been hiding.
   I hold my breath as they open the door, they don't see me at first and start to dig threw the little food that here. I mite not half to fight...they haven't seen me, maybe today is my lucky day... Right as I think that they look down. That..That seems about right. -_-
   I scream which makes them scream and try to jump back. (If this was not life and death I would of laughed.) I grab onto there jacket and they fall backwards onto the ground. I hear them curse. I fall on top of them and manage to put the knife up to their throat. Now that I'm out of my hiding hole and it's not dark I can get a good look at them. Well I should say him. He got dark brown, black hair and ocean blue eyes.
   "Who are you?" I ask. I look them in the eyes. I try to look brave but shit, I'm terrified. They look stronger then me and I bet if we got into a fight they would win.
   "My name is Rick." He answers back. He looks at me for a long time.  The silences is awkward.  "I'm not going to hurt you." He finally tells me. I keep the knife on his throat. I don't trust him.  
   "Funny, that what the last person I meant told me." I can feel the pain in my leg, it hurts worse from moving.
   "I won't, what is your name?" He ask.
   "It's...its Blake." I tell him. You can tell I'm tired by the sound of my voice. Running, my broken leg, and having little to no food is getting to me.
   "Ok Blake, I'm here just to get food, I didn't know you wear here, I will leave but you half to remove the knife from me first, ok." He tells me. I give him a death glare, telling him if he try's any thing funny I will kill him, or at least try to as I remove the knife.
I sit up and get off of him, now sitting beside him. "Leave." I tell him. I just want to hide back in my cabinet and continue to eat my pop tart. He get off the ground and holds his hand out to me. I look at him questionably. He gives me a warm smile, still holding out his hand.
   "Why are you being nice to me, I held a knife up to you?" I ask him.
He looks at me for a moment. He gaze go down to my broken leg. "What happen to you?" He ask. He looks angry but not at me, he looks angry that this happen to me.
   "I broke my leg running." I tell him, not looking him in the eyes. I don't want to tell him what happen, I just want my pop tart and to sleep for the next 30 years.
   "Ok. How about this, you can't stay here by your self, you can't do any thing on that leg. Come back with me to my group. We got a good doctor that can fix your leg. If you want to you can stay or leave after your leg is fixed." He tells me.
A group? I think back to what my old group and what that was like. I don't want to go back to that. Rick seems nice but...what if this is just an act?
   "Please Blake, come back with me." You won't make it out here by your self.
   "I don't half to stay after my leg is better?" I ask
   "Only if you wanted to, I won't make you stay. I don't know what you have been through but I promise my group is different." He tells me.
I think about it for a moment. I need help, I will admit that and he seems like he really is worried for me.
   "Ok Rick, I'll go with you. But if I don't like what I see I'm gone." I answer him.
   "Ok, that fare."
Rick holds his hand back out and this time I take it. He helps me up and I stand, using the wall for support. Rick grabs the little amount of things he did find. Walks back over to me.
   "Are you ready?" He ask me.
   "Yeah, um actually there something in there I need." I tell him, pointing to the cabinet. He shakes his head ok and walks to the cabinet.
   "What is it?"
I tell him to grab the pastry in the gray wrapping.  He grabs it's, and just stares at me.
   "Really?" He ask laughing. He throws the pop tart at me and I catch it.
   "Really." I smile at him.
   Rick walks back over to me. He tells me his group lives Ina prison, that they have a farm there, and that they turned the cells into rooms. It doesn't sound that bad. He looks outside to make sure it's safe. He tells me to put my arm around his neck, that way I point hurt my leg any more then what it is.  I put my arm around him and we make are way over to the door and he opens it. We head out side and start to make are way down the street, Rick has one hand on the gun by his side, the other around me to keep me from falling over.
   Together we make are back to his group.

   ~I hope you guys like this story and sorry for any spelling mistakes ^3^