Carry On: TWD fanfiction

Chapter One

A/N: this is my first story, so I'm sorry if it's not up to the amazing Wattpad standards most of you have.

The story will be taking place shortly after the group left/destroyed Terminus, so they're still out in the forest bein' little cuties and shit.

But yeah, enjoy :)

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I never thought I'd become used to the feeling of dirt under my nails, mud caked to my clothes, or sweaty hair pressed against my forehead.

In my right hand, I held a machete, covered in blood. In my left, was a white blood spattered bandana.

I was running. And no matter how horribly my body protested, I wouldn't stop. I couldn't. The deep, strangled groans from behind had stopped any thought of walking I'd previously had, and kept me going.

Kept me running for my life.

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It had been hours since the groaning stopped. But she had kept on running, kept her feet moving. It had seemed impossible at first; to run for so long, but now it seemed impossible to stop. Impossible to slow her racing thoughts and heavily beating heart.

The school had been their last hope, their last chance at salvation. The place had given her a sense of normality. But somehow, the walkers had gotten in. Had destroyed their barriers and laid waste to the home they'd created there.

But that was then, and now she was on her own.

She'd been running through the city for hours before she finally got to the less crowded suburban area. Little to no walkers littered the streets, offering no threat, but were a constant reminder as to what she had lost back at the school.

Her eyes caught sight of the woods, immediately deciding that was where she needed to head. The hiding spots were infinite, making hiding from walkers and other survivors almost too easy.

Almost.