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...
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 you always have a choice. you can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting. no matter what
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THE GROUP WASNT walking towards anywhere particular, they were just walking to get further away from the destruction of Terminus.
They all had gone through something during their time apart, something that brought them all together seeing as they all went separate ways, and had different journeys. It was a miracle they were all together now, even if it was under horse types of conditions.
"Help!"
The silence was abruptly interrupted as a sudden cry for help stopped them in their tracks.
Isabelle drew out her handy gun as she along with the rest of the group, turned in circles, trying to find where the voice was coming from.
Though, before they could pinpoint the source, Carl took off, running off into the woods which left the rest of the group no choose but to run after him.
Once they arrived to the scene, it was a priest yelling out for help. she was on a giant rock, scrambling away from the walkers that were reaching up towards him, wanting to tear into his flesh.
Putting away her gun, Izzy grabbed one of her Chinese daggers, and walked towards the walkers who turned to face her.
Being stupid, Carl shot one walker in the head with his gun, Michonne cut off another's head, and Daryl shot one with his crossbow.
Wiping the blood off of her dagger, onto her pants, Izzy looked up at the priest in amusement. "You gonna come down anytime soon?"
The priest nodded and slowly slid down the rock. "Thank y—"
"Do you have any weapons?" Rick harshly cut him off.
The priest let out a laugh, trying to make things less uncomfortable for him. "Do I look like I carry any weapons?" he tried to smile, but it came out more like a wince.
"We don't give two shorts and a curlies what it looks like!" Abraham exclaimed, his gun placed causally over his shoulder.
"I do not have any weapons of any kind," the priest said matter of faculty. "The word of god is the only protection I need."
Isabelle snorted. Chuck wouldn't lift a goddamn finger to save anyone, especially someone like him — weak and scared. "Sure didn't look like it."
"I called for help, and help came," he answered shakily, glancing at her with weary eyes.
"But, what if we didn't come?" Izzy tested him, letting a smirk appear on her face.
"But you did," he answered with a confident smile, straightening his shoulder's.
Izzy was about to say something else when Rick places his hand on her shoulder gently, giving her a look to back off.
"Do you have a set up?" He asked the priest, smiling as Izzy lifted her hand up and laid it on his for a second longer than necessary before pushing it off her shoulder.
