Isabelle Winchester has truly seen it all, from vampire to demons, all the way to angels. She has evaded death multiple times, just like her brother's.
She had got separated from her brothers in, yet, another apocalypse they somehow created. God ha...
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IZZY IS TIREDD as fuck and felt like she was suffocating, but she pushed that to the back of her mind.
She was sitting in the back seat of the car, squished between Claire and Carl while Rick was driving with the katana wielding woman named Michonne in the passenger seat.
The air could be cut through with knife; it was that thick of tension.
They had been driving hours upon hours, stopping at random little places, hoping to find supplies, but so far, nothing. Nada. Luck was certainly not on their side.
"You okay?" Claire's voice was low and raspy, but Izzy heard her clearly. Izzy nodded, looking ahead, out of the window with narrowed eyes. Claire sighed and looked the older girl up and down, looking at body language. "'No, you're not. I can clearly see you putting pressure on your side." She grabbed the brunette's shirt and lifted it up slightly, revealing a huge purple and black bruise which doesn't seem to be healing at all.
"Jack and I told you to not come out with them," Claire hissed lightly, shaking her head. She is very protective over Izzy due to the older girl treating her like a person and for being there every single time something bad happened. "This was a bad idea."
Izzy rolled her big brown eyes and huffed. She is tired of everyone treating her like a baby. Clair and Jack were so against her coming out today, even Rick was. She understood that, yes, they care and worry for her, but she is a motherfucking Winchester who knows how to take care of herself.
Before another word could be spoken, the car rolled to a stop in front of a police station, triggering many memories from Izzy. The first being when Lilith was out and she blew up a station that held some friends that her and her brother's had gained from fighting for their lives against demons.
They got out of the car and walked into the building, and almost immediately, Izzy felt all the hope she had in her diminish slightly. It was wiped clean, everything that could've helped then against the Governor was gone.
Izzy turned to Rick, seeing the same look on his face that was on her's. "Rick..." she trailed off, laying her hand on his upper arm, making him look up at her with light blue eyes. "Is there any other police stations in town?"
"I was the police here," he spoke softly. "Me and a few other guys. It ain't a big town." He breathed in through his nose. "There's other places to check. May not have as many guns as were in here, but—"
