The Walking Dead Imagines

Awkward Silence

I'm Nova. I just turned 20 before the world went to shit. I tie my flannel around my waist and grab my pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I put one in my mouth and light it, putting the pack back into my pocket. I exhale the smoke and continue walking down the road. I see a sign that says Welcome to Atlanta and sigh. I throw my cigarette in the grass and walk a little faster, pulling out my pistol. I walk into the city and see a bunch of abandoned cars and buildings. I see a bar and walk inside, checking to make sure it's safe. When I feel like it's safe enough, I go behind the bar and search for empty bottles. I sigh in disappointment when I don't find any. I see something shimmer in the light under the counter and crouch down, reaching for whatever it is. It's a knife...a military knife. I pick it up and look it over, it has initials on the holder of MD.

I shrug and attach it to my holster. At least I don't have to rely on my pistol all the time now. I hear gunshots not to far away and quickly run out of the building, going towards the shots. I hear yelling too and stop in an alley between two buildings and the yelling. I climb up the fire escape and stop halfway whenever I hear multiple voices yelling over each other. I hear a door slam and somebody yell curse words. I climb up the rest of the way and see a man handcuffed to a pipe. I see a door that the man is yelling at and see it moving as if somebody's trying to get on the roof. I hear moans and guess that the infected are the ones trying to get to him. I slowly walk over to him and he quickly turns his head to look at me. "Who the hell are ya?!"

I stop walking and reach into my pocket to grab my pack of cigarettes. I hold it up for him see and his anger filled expression turns calm and relieved. "Can I have one?" I nod and pull one out, along with my lighter. I hand him the cigarette and he puts it between his lips. I turn the lighter on and light his cigarette. He exhales with relief and looks me up and down. "What's yer name sweetheart?" I put my pack and lighter back into my pocket and look at him sadly. I grab my sharpie from my other pocket and crouch down in front of him, writing on the ground. 'I'm Nova, and you are?' He smiles at me and exhales more smoke. "Well darlin, I'm Merle." I smile at him and he butts his cigarette out. "Why don't ya speak?" I sigh through my nose and continue writing. 'It's a long story and you look like you need help at the moment.' He chuckles and nods his head. "Yea, I do. Can ya hand me that saw?"

I nod and put my sharpie back into my pocket. I get up quickly and run over to the saw, picking it up and going back over to Merle. I hand him the saw and gives me a sad look. "Ya might wanna look the other way sweetie." *After he cuts his arm* Merle and I are walking through the woods now. He had to cut his arm in order to get free of those handcuffs. He keeps asking me a bunch of questions but of course, I don't answer. "We'll find ya a notepad or somethin' so ya can answer me sweetie, so don't worry." I hum in response and we continue walking. He puts his hand in front of me to stop me from walking and I look up to see a car...or big van. I look at Merle and he frowns with anger. "We're takin' that van." I nod and follow Merle to the van. *After stealing the van* I open the glove-box and see a notepad and pen. I smile, knowing Merle will be happy to have answers to his questions. I tap his shoulder and he looks over at me, seeing the notepad. He hits his hand on the steering wheel with a big smile on his face. "Well hot damn! We can have a good talkin' now sweetheart!" I giggle and write in the pad, showing it to him.