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

Chapter 13 Gas Station

My sleep was approximately about 3 hours and I've fully recharged and ready for action, but we've been driving for hours and it seems like I need to go to the action instead of it, going to me.

I opened my eyes to see that there was no light.

It was nighttime and I was so hyper, like I was nocturnal.

All of a sudden, Mike stopped the car in a weird gas station.

"Roamers? Why'd we stop the car?" I ask him, excitedly thinking that roamers were there.

Mike slammed the steering wheel and gave a deep breath before answering me.

"No, Michonne. We ran out of gas. Luckily, we stopped here in a gas station." Mike replied feeling depressed.

I gave a sigh and wiped off my sweat, knowing that my muscles won't get exercised at the moment.

So, we exit the vehicle and our hands were on our weapons.

We walked for the mini-mart of the gas station, entered it and saw 2 roamers.

Mike was about to swing his bat, but I stopped him.

"No. I'll do it." I tell him, seriously then I give a smile as I draw my sword from my back.

The first roamer was wearing the gas station uniform and looked like she was about 37.

Well, I don't give a damn on who they were so I kicked her and she fell to the ground. I swung my sword and cut off the head of the 2nd roamer. The she-roamer was still alive, so I swung my sword in the air and stabbed her right between the eyes and she died.

"Well, I think it's clear." I tell them, looking at the stocked mini-mart. Damn, it was so clean we could sleep on the floor.

We didn't have any choice so we slept on the floor.

My warm body touched the cold surface.

I took out a blanket I brought from our condo and I let André sleep on it.

After 3 hours, everyone fell asleep, but my eyes were still open.

I couldn't afford one of my family members to end up like Harley, so I kept watch.

I stood up, took my sword and went through the mart door and sat on the steps.

"How could I make it to this refugee center?" I ask myself.

And no, I am NOT talking to myself because I am asking Mike...although he isn't there.

Then, I heard something in the bushes across the street.

I twitched my head over it and held my sword tightly, my veins - exposed.

I looked behind the glass door of the mart to see the others still asleep.

So, taking adavantage, I stood up and drew my sword and walked across the street and straight to the bushes.

Roamers emerge from the bush, a number of 4.

I kicked a male one down then stabbed another in the middle of the forehead, then sliced the head of the 3rd, and for the 4th I sliced the body in half.

The first one I kicked was still alive, so I decided to use my knife for once and stabbed it in the eye.

Whoa! Not using a sword is too easy!!!

I sighed and put my sword back in the scabbard.

From my back, someone covered my mouth with a napkin and took me away, blindfolded.