┏━━━━━━ Maya's Pov ━━━━━━┓
Sweat. Sweat and dirt dipped from my forehead like a never-ending cycle. I've been on this ridiculous highway for the past two weeks like it's the only highway in Georgia ever made. So far, I found no camp, no family, and no friends, not even a damn animal to catch. The amusing part about being the only one on this highway is that it's normal for me. Being alone that is to be exact. I mean, what's new with me being alone?
Been alone since I was in the womb you can say. My mother never looked after me in her life. Turn to drugs, sex, money, and whiskey rather than being there for her only daughter. Don't even bother wondering about my father. The bastard left me the minute he found out about me. Didn't even bother finding out if I was a boy, girl, or even if I lived through birth, but it didn't matter now.
No matter what happened in my past, I would still be walking on this highway with nothing, but a backpack on my back filled with arrows and a knife in my hand. No matter what this shitty life would have happened. Walking down the highway, I noticed something familiar. A noise that made me irritated every time I heard it because it reminded me how much everything changed in a month. Turning around, I growled under my breath glimpsing the sight I always hate to see. Hundreds. Thousands. Walkers everywhere coming towards me and only me so far.
" Damn it." I cursed while running for the hundredth time this week.
Up ahead I saw what looked like a big traffic car crash up. Whatever it was, it should help me hide from the dead brains. I ran into the traffic jam and hid under a car, bending my knees close to my chest to look as tiny as I can. Each walker passed by with their foul smell and limping feet. What amazed me was how much dumb people were dead and turned into dead brains.
It's not that hard to survive you know. One walker was a child about five years old. It didn't bother me seeing a small child, what did was the careless parent to let there child turn and not take them out of there misery. When they passed by I got out from underneath the car seeing the dirty footsteps the dead brains left behind. I grabbed my bag from underneath, but a scream far in the distance made me look up.
A person ?
"Oh well, I'm better on my own anyway." I said hearing a growl was behind me.
I quickly turned around met with a teenage dead brain. Quickly, I turned the dead brain to the car and aimed my bow getting it right in the head. It fell to the floor with a thud while blood smeared on the white car I was hiding under. The sound of glass breaking caught my attention as I grabbed another arrow aiming my bow. Standing there was a dirty redneck and injured guy. His injury was visible and made me wince at the deep blood flowing out of it. The redneck on the other hand, looked at me funny, but he started talking with the same expression.
"Who are you ?" He said in a southern attitude accent.
I glared a him for that. No matter how old or tall a person was if they had attitude I always gave one back.
" Maya, who the hell are you ? Robin hood ?" I say in a mocking tone still glaring daggers to him.
The redneck grunted and glanced towards the injured man then back to me." Daryl Dixon, now lets go." He said grabbing me by the shoulder and pushing me more towards the highway jam.
" Hey, get your hands off me pervert !" I yelled and hear him scuffing.
Before I could curse at him for scuffing, there was a group looking over at the edge of the highway, but soon they looked to me. They all stared at me weirdly like they never seen a girl before. A dark hair man with a blue shirt and a shotgun came up to me looking like I was already a burden to him.
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Fanfiction" Children shouldn't play with guns." " Who said I was playing ?" Maya Rosewood was twelve years old when the turn happen. Dead rose to eat the living, but she never gave up. One day, she embarks on a highway only to meet a group. Little did she kn...
