Better Alone (Maggie Greene FanFiction)

Why Me

I hated him. I hated the way he spoke. I hated the way he acted. I hated how he always waved the gun around as if he didn't already shoot the two people closest to me. I hated the way he never let me leave, no matter how many times I would ask. 'This world ain't good for girls like you to be alone,' he would always say. This world isn't good for people like you. Hanna and dad have been dead for a week now and every time I feel like I'm getting over the pain of losing them, he plays that little game again. I prayed every night for some other survivor to come walking into this store and mistaking him for some creeper. I've even dreamt of a creeper managing to find his way into this store and feasting on him in his sleep; but creepers haven't been near this store since the day Hanna and dad both died, and I'm pretty sure that man has everything to do with it.

"Get up." He threw my shoes at my back. "We need to find some more loot. I know of a place."

"Why can't you go alone?"

"And leave you here by yourself?" He asked, "Do I look stupid?"

Yes. "No." I mumbled sitting up and slipping my shoes over my socks. I probably should try and loot around for a new pair but it's pretty hard. It's not like there are that many shoe stores to browse around anymore. "What's this place that you know?"

"Just some place." He shrugged. He stood over by the door, handing me a knife before opening the door slowly, "Stay close while we're there. I haven't been to the area in a while and have no idea if anyone, or anything, has entered while I was away."

I nodded. With the knife tucked into the opening of my jeans, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to just stab him right then and there. I did have a weapon. I knew how to take care of myself. Hanna always made sure of that. I held a firm grip onto the handle of my knife. Aim for the head. That's all I would have to do. Aim for the head. It'd be a lot easier to do right now while his back was turned than if he was facing me. He couldn't fight back with his back turned.. could he? Wrapping my fingers tightly around the handle, I slowly began to pull out the weapon.

"What you thinking about back there?" He asked, turning his head to keep an eye on me.

Drat. I let go of my knife and just let out a sigh, "Oh.. just stuff."

"Like what?" He softly chuckled.

"I guess just something that's been on my mind since I met you." Smooth Justice, smooth.

"I've explained multiple times why I killed your sister and father," He groaned, "That Hanna girl was just an accidental shot.. I guess my aim wasn't as good as I thought, or maybe your dad was just-"

"No," I cut him off. I couldn't listen to him discuss how he murdered my family anymore. "That's not what I meant," I looked down at the fallen leaves collecting on the ground before looking back up at him, "Actually I wanted to ask you something."

"Dammit." He pointed his gun up at the trees, startling me for a second but I grabbed my knife and stood close behind him. "What is it?" I asked.

"Thought I heard something," He holstered his gun back into his belt.

I continued to stare back at him, his head, keeping my knife held at my eye level, my fighting stance still remaining. This would definitely be my moment. "Where is this place?" I asked him.

"Just right up-" He went to point towards the direction when I pointed my knife towards the back of his skull.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" I asked, "You seriously didn't need to take me with you to go looting. If I wanted to just get up and go off on my own, don't you think I would've done it after that first night?"