Short Stories

10. "HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!"

There she was, the bad girl. She wore punk clothes, her hair was dyed, tattoos, ear piercing, lip piercing, and a nose piercing.

Her name was Michonne Dixon.

"Need help finding anything?" A male who worked here caught Michonne off guard.

'Male. 6'2. Not married. Fake smile. Hates this job. His name is Spencer Monroe. Trying to find my parents. My parents are fine by me stealing.' The girl thought.

"No." The redneck girl replied, "But what I need is you to stop bugging me!"

"Okay! I'll leave!" Spencer hurried off.

Michonne looked around and her eyes landed the most beautiful thing ever. A crossbow.

Michonne went into the bathroom and covered up everything so no skin was showing and went back out.

The redneck girl walked up to the crossbow, her hand in her pocket on a gun.

'Shot the police, grab the crossbow, run.' The girl thought her whole place out.

BANG!

She shot the police man right in sides, grabbing the crossbow. She ran. Ran as fast as possible.

"HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" Another police man yelled. Running after the girl.

Michonne jumped on a car, gaining a bit of altitude.

"WHOOO!" Michonne cheered at how fun this was.

The poluce sirens closed in, yet they couldnt trap the girl.

"Put the crossbow down and no one will get hurt." The police said.

Setting down the crossbow, she quickly pulled out her katana and threw at the police.

"FIRE!" The Chief shouted.

She pulled out more guns and started shooting everywhere, hitting a lot of police.

"Oi! M! Get on!" Her uncle, Merle shouted from his motorcycle.

Just in time, Michonne ran out of ammo and ran towards Merle's motorcycle hopping in.

Then she show the dead police man get up and bite the other one.

"Go! Go! Go!" Michonne shouted.

"Why?" Merle asked.

"Zombies!" Michonne knew she sounded crazy, she knew she was crazy but she wasn't lying.

"You crazy? Zombies ain't real." Merlan argued.

"Look for yourself." Michonne moved out of the way.

"You werent kiddin'." Merle slammed on the gas pedal and drove to their house.

Michonne didn't make it to see her 20th birthday. Her father, Daryl Dixon, still cries, without anyone knowing of course, about the death of his little girl and his brother.