Bring Me To Life -A Rick Grimes Love Story-

Triggerfinger.

Shaylee.

I honestly don't know how I kept running, I was never good at gym class. I was always more on the artistic side, not the athletic side...So how I ran for about twenty minutes straight without stopping to catch my breath was beyond me. 

Although now, it being dark, and me not sure where the hell I was walking to, made me realize my impulsive decision to run and not look back, may have not been my smartest decision. Because now...I was alone in the woods...In the dark...In the middle of the apoclypse...With no weapon and no one to save me if and when shit goes south. 

Great. 

I was as good as dead. And it was with that thought that I realized that no matter how shitty this world was...And no matter how many people I could lose...I didn't want to hurt the people I loved and cared about even more by having them lose me. 

I would fight for them. I would protect them. 

If I could make it out of these woods, of course. 

God dammit, Shaylee...Why couldn't you just let Rick comfort you like he did the night of Otis' death? You already talked to him about how hurt you were losing Annette and Shawn, he could've helped me through this...Now he's probably worried shitless about me. 

He probably rounded up his whole group, and my whole family, and now there was one giant ass search party going on for me...Which could end up in lives lost...Or other disappearances all because of me. 

"Okay...Shaylee...You know your way around these woods. You used to run away and to them all the time. Just, think. You came from the right, so that means you gotta keep going right until you reach the farm. You can do this. You can do this."

Taking a deep breath, I began walking again, feeling more determined than ever to get back home safe and sound to my family and the Atlanta group...and Rick. God, I could only imagine how damn worried everyone was because of me. 

Daddy, Beth, Patricia, Jimmy, Maggie oh God Maggie was probably freaking out. Rick...I knew Rick cared about me...even if it wasn't nearly as much as I cared for him...So, I knew he was more than likely worried. 

I am a terrible person. I really need to think my actions through more. 

When I get home I really need to talk to Daddy about having some kind of weapon on me...Maybe talk to Rick about letting me take a gun...He said I was a pretty good shot-

I heard the crackling of sticks on the ground and sucked in a breath. Oh, no. Oh, no no no. What was that?! I heard the sound again and immediately stopped walking, darting behind the nearest tree, and peaking my head out behind it. 

It was way too dark for me to be able to see anything until whatever this was...Animal, person...dead person...was only a few feet away from me. When I heard the crackling again, that's when I also heard the growl...And the snarls...And I knew this was no animal...This was no person.