New Beginnings (Sequel to 'Torn Apart')

Chapter 1

Cat's P.O.V
FOUR MONTHS LATER
My arm extends before me, the gun held tightly within my hand. My eyes gaze around the room for any threat before I lean against the wall next to the entryway to the next room. I take a deep breath and count to three. One, two, three...

I walk quickly into the kitchen and come face to face with a walker. I quickly pull out my knife and stab it roughly in the head. It falls quickly to the ground, bringing it down with me as I land on my hip.

"Fuck!" I curse, clutching at my hip.

"Cat!" Rick yells from within the house.

"Kitchen!" I call out.

I hear footsteps and see the dirty boots enter the kitchen. I see a hand held out to me and I grasp it quickly as it pulls me up.

"Thanks R-" I say before stopping.

The beautiful Georgian eyes stare into mine for a moment, showing something other than the hostility I've witnessed for months. In that moment, I see something resembling the way he used to look at me. But all too soon, it's gone and replaced with a hard stare.

"You alrigh'?" He asks gruffly.

I clear my throat and look down, "Yeah, um thanks."

"You should be more careful nex' time." He orders, before walking away.

As he exits the kitchen, he runs into Rick. They stare at each for a moment, exchanging hostile looks. Daryl glances at me before walking back through the house.

Rick turns and walks over to me, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Dumbass walker dragged me down with it." I mutter, dusting off my pants.

"How's the baby?" He asks.

"I'm fine Rick. I didn't land on my stomach." I snap, walking past him.

"I'm just worried about you. Your eight months pregnant, you shouldn't be doing stuff like this-"

I turn and glare at him, "I will do what I want Rick, you aren't the boss of me and you're not my husband!" I yell.

He stops and looks at me, clenching his jaw. I know that it was a low blow and that he didn't deserve it, but I am just so sick of people being so protective of me. They all hover over me and smother when the one person I want hasn't spoken a real sentence to me in four months. I turn on my heel and storm through the house and out the door.

The sound of the door banging against the house startles everyone and they turn quickly. I ignore the stares and storm down the steps towards the cars. I open the door to the back seat and slam it behind me. I lay down on my back and cover my eyes with my arm, taking deep breathes to calm down.

"You alright there?"

I sit up startled and look towards the front seat to see a male sitting and looking out the windshield. I calm my breathing and smack him upside the head.

"Ouch!"

"Dammit Travis, you scared the shit out of me!" I hiss.

"Sorry! But you should have seen if the car was empty first!"

"Travis, I will hit you-"

"Alright, alright Catty, calm down. You don't need to go all hormonal on me." He jests.

"I swear to God Travis-"

"I'm joking Cat! I'll stop." He says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

I lay back down in the seat and cover my eyes again. Travis joined our group two months back when we discovered he was living in an outdoor shed. He was younger than me, around 28 and had short brown hair. He was rather tall and had brown eyes and tanned skin and was currently dating Amelia, who was outside with the others.