TWD: The Bounty Hunter (Clementine X Male Reader Book 2)

Despair-3

You collapse against a tree. You've only been following Ajax for a few minutes, and yet you're body is already ready to give up. That home made tazer probably isn't as powerful as the old world ones, but it did it's job. Actually, you'd probably be dead if it was an old world tazer.

You run the back of your hand across your mouth, and nose. It's practically drenched in blood when you look at it.

You: Fucking hell.

That's going to be a pain to fix. Hopefully they didn't break your nose... Another concussion would suck as well.

You need to get moving. You can't let him get away. Not after what he did. You'll hunt him down for as long as you need to. He's not escaping.

You push off the tree and start by taking a few steps, picking up speed as you go. You can't go too fast, but you doubt he's going to make it far. Not with a bullet wound in his shoulder. He'll have to stop soon.

You don't know where he is anymore. You lost track. You're just moving now. Keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. There's been Walkers, but no Ajax.

You suddenly feel something hard hit you. Pain erupts from your cheek. You almost fall down, stumbling to the side, barely keeping upright. You slam your hand onto a tree. The bark cuts your hand open.

Ajax: I was wondering when you'd catch up.

You look over to him. He's adjusting something on his right hand with the little movement he has in his left.

Ajax: Shooting me, what a pussy ass move.

You: You ran, and then used something to hit me just then.

Ajax: You have that robot arm. Just evening the playing field.

He flashes his hand at you, revealing brass knuckles. That's going to be a problem if he hits you any harder than he just did.

You: I don't have anything to make my right hand hit harder.

Ajax: But you can swing that left one.

You: Just shut the fuck up.

You stand straight up and start walking towards him.

Ajax: To be honest, I didn't want to fight you.

He starts walking around, keeping his distance. You inevitably start walking around in a circle.

You: You don't have a fucking choice anymore.

Ajax: I'm not going to go easy on ya. I'm using every trick I have.

You: Why are you talking?

Ajax: Stalling the fight. I'm not sure how to play it.

You: Just give up and make it quicker.

Ajax: Nah, I think I have a pretty good chance of winning.

You: You have NO chance of winning.

Ajax: Sure I do.

You: Then fucking come at me.

Ajax: We could go our separate ways.

You: You're fucking crazy if you think that's an option.

Ajax: Doesn't hurt to ask.

You just stare at him. You don't want to make the first move. You don't know how he fights and you're not even in a condition to fight.

Ajax: You sure about this kid?

He thinks he has a better chance then he does. You take the pistol you stuffed in your pants out, and throw it to the ground. He's doesn't get an easy way out.