↠ Wandering farther ↞

~// Not what I expected \\~

Twigs cracked beneath her feet, as she dashed quickly through the forest. She weaved in and out of trees, trying to lose it. The walker continued coming after her. She came upon a steep slope. Too steep to climb. She was cornered. Her eyes quickly scanned the area. In a panic, she picked up a rock. She gave a quick snarl, before running at the walker full speed, kicking it down, and smashing the rock into its rotted face. Blood ran down the decaying flesh, that remain strung from broken pieces of skull. Kansas stared, as she tried to catch her breath. She would always enjoy killing them......it was a way to avenge the death of her parents. However, she had only managed to kill 3 biters, but she enjoyed every bit of it.

She kicked the motionless corpse, before walking off in a different direction. The wind began blowing, causing the nearby cans to clank together. Those were the sweet sounds of home, to Kansas. She couldn't help but smile, when she knew she was near her small base. She stepped over the twine, as she walked to sit down in the center of the circle. She pulled out her blade, and began trying to sharpen it on a rock. It seemed to be working well.

"Drop your weapon......." a deep, southern, voice called.

Kansas slowly rose from her sitting position, still keeping her blade in hand. She kept a straight face, despite the fact that she was freaking out internally. "DROP, YOUR WEAPON......" a second voice called, as a few clicks were heard. Kansas shakily opened her fist, letting the blade slip from her hand to crash into the leaves that littered the forest floor. "Good.......very good....." the southern voice returned. Kansas slowly turned her head, her mind racing as her eyes revealed two men, standing about 15 feet away from her and her base. One of them, still aiming a crossbow at her. He lowered it once they made eye contact. The other's eyes went slightly wide, as if he were confused, yet shocked all in the same moment. "Y-you can have my stuff....take it..." Kansas whimpered, trying to sound somewhat brave. The one without the weapon stepped forward slowly. "How old are you?....." He asked, calmly. "....thirteen...." Kansas replied sternly. "Where's the rest of your party?" The other man growled. His voice was deeper, and a little scratchy. "Calm down, Daryl. She's no threat......" the other reassured. "I'm alone.....my parents were my only group members, but they died. Became one of.....those things....." I muttered, grievingly. "I'm sorry for your loss......I'm Rick....Rick Grimes." The man said, placing his gun back in its holster. I looked over at the man with the crossbow, waiting for him to introduce himself. "......Daryl......." he grumbled, holding his bow down by his side. "Kansas......." I said, dipping my head slightly. "We have a group......quite a few of us......you can tag along. It isn't safe for you to be out here alone." Rick said, crossing the twine. "What? Think I can't handle myself? I've been out here....STRANDED.....ALONE....for 35 days now......." Kansas said, picking up her blade again, and flipping it back open. "The real question is, can you make it past 36?...." Daryl asked, a small smirk crossing his face. "Wanna bet?" Kansas threatened. He seemed taken aback by the violent approach. "Now, there's no need for that, Kansas, Daryl......." Rick said looking between the two of them. "We can take you back to our group, but just know, we aren't too comfortable with new comers......You're gonna have to prove yourself to this group." Rick said, taking another look at the small base. "And just because your young, doesn't mean you don't have to do work." Daryl added, not as mean this time. She gave a slight nod. They motioned her to follow, so She did just that.

Kansas followed them.

Not knowing what lies ahead.....