The Girl with the Samurai Sword (The Walking Dead Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 It's Here

After falling to a deep sleep, I wake up to the tone of Mike's voice, repeatedly calling out my name.

"MICHONNE! MICHONNE! MICHONNE!"

I woke up to see that the power was out. No lights, no TV, no radio, no fridge, no aircon, no everything.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

Mike rubs his head and doesn't answer immediately.

"That thing you saw on TV, the apocalypse, well it's here. The dead have risen, they're walking and they're feeding on human flesh. You get bit or scratched, you turn. Kill the brain or decapitate the head to take them down. Terry and André are in the living room. I've packed all our clothes, our plan is to get out of Atlanta as soon as possible. I have weapons, so you better grab one. You may..." I cut him off to say my sentence.

"I have my own weapons, okay?"

I didn't grab my weapons first. Instead, I had to change clothes because I can't fight the dead in PJs!

I enter my room and under my bed is a box of emergency clothes. I grabbed it and I wore:

• Pink Sleeveless Shirt
• Brown Vest
• Black Skin-Tight Jeans
• Black Belt with Silver Studs
• Black Fold-over Boots with Silver Studs

I took down my hair and let it flow. I wore a patterned bandana which held my dreadlocks down.

Of everything on me now, the thing I treasure the most is a gold necklace with the letter 'M' which means 'Michonne' that Mike gave me on our first date.

Now, time to be a survivalist. Weapon Choosing Time.

In my cabinet, I have a secret compartment which Mike nor Terry doesn't know about. In the compartment contains:

• 2 MP5Ks
• 2 Gloc-17s
• 2 Knives with a Leather Wrapped Handle
• My Father's White Japanese Katana

I took the katana (yes, I knew how to wield the sword) and slung it on my back.

1 knife was on my hip, inside its sheath.

1 Gloc-17 was on my left hip in a holster.

The remaining weapons, I'm giving them to Mike and Terry.

I went back to the living room. Mike and Terry, upon seeing me were surprised.

André came running to me and stared at my hair and the bandana.

"Mommy's gonna keep you safe, alright?" I tell him as he nods after my sentence.

Mike and Terry carry our bags to the front door.

André grabs hold of my knife, luckily I stopped him.

Through observance, Mike had an aluminum baseball bat on his back and a pistol on his hip.

Terry had a green-handled machete on his left hip and one of my MP5Ks slung on his back.

"Ready? We're leaving." Mike asked.

I was carrying André whilst the men were carrying bags.

Mike opens the door, trying not to make a noise.