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

Chapter 16 Safety Behind Bars

Michonne's POV

We got in the car and got going.

I was driving, Aysa was on the passenger's seat, Greyson and Harley at the back and in the pick-up were the Blondes and Mike and Terry.

I felt so much better because I've had my rest.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" Mike asks me.

I shook my head and he nods at me, and then leaned on the car window.

"Michonne, can I borrow your sword for a minute?" Aysa tells me.

I looked at the sword which was beside me then I gave it to Aysa who happily held it in her hands, feeling the sweet feel of leather. She held the handle with her right hand then slowly pulled it out, exposing the blade. She looks at it very 'professionally' and slides it back in the sheath.

"Who forged this blade, Michonne?" she asks me.

It took me a while to reply and then remembered.

"My Father had it forged in Kyoto, Japan. It was originally built for him, but when he was about to die, he told my Mother to keep it for me. When the time comes, I will go looking for it, but my Mother was too obvious that she hid it in my closet compartment." I reply.

She nodded and then giggled a bit. She placed it beside her and asked me if she could hold on to it until I will use it.

After a few minutes of driving, I pulled over to see a traffic in front of us. There was no driver in all cars except for ours.

"The apocalypse brought fear and death. Now, they make traffic popular?! What the hell?!" Greyson said in a loud voice.

André saw all the cars line-up and said "Mommy, TRANSFORMERS!!!"

I chuckled, but not that much.

I see Mike get down from the pick-up and went to see the traffic.

I roll down my window so I could ask him what he's about to do.

"What're you doing?" I ask him.

Mike wipes his forehead and looks up.

"Tryin' to check if there's another exit around so we could get going."

I roll up the window and told Aysa I need my sword and then she handed it over to me. I took it and exit the vehicle.

"I'm comin' with you.' I told Mike as I made my way out the vehicle.

Mike stared at me, frozen - probably wonderig why I'm doing this.

"I owe you greatly for saving my life out there. I've got to do this." I tell him.

Mike rubs his head and seems like he'll get very angry at me.

"Michonne, I need someone strong - someone I could trust and stay here with André! To protect everyone! Michonne, I can't let you do this." Mike explains.

I took out my knife and pointed it at Mike. Everyone in the car got alarmed and tried exitting the car.

"NOBODY LEAVES THE CAR!" I yell at everyone inside, then none of them could move a muscle.

Mike is surprised at what I am doing.

"You really think you can survive a herd of roamers by yourself? You need me." I tell him agrily.

"And do you really think you could kill me? The man who watched over you! Defended you! You will still hesitate."

At that point, I remembered everything Mike did to protect me. I placed the knife back in its sheath.

"You let me go with you." I tell him.

Mike nods at me and I smile. We both walked together going forward as everyone else stayed in the vehicle - safety behind bars.