Michonne's POV
"Help me!!! A walker!!! Help!!! Somebody please help me!!"
I hear the voice of a woman seeking for help.
I find myself in the woods, not in the Refugee Center.
I then see the woman, a blonde girl kicking the roamer away from her.
I run to her, drawing my sword from my back, ready to slice off the head.
As I was about to cut the head off, it vanishes, then I am back inside my room.
After a few moments of silence, my door opens. I panic and grab my sword from under the pillow.
"Who's there?!"
Nobody answers, then André emerges from the door, walking to me slowly.
I give a sigh of relief then put my sword back under the pillow.
"Come here, baby. Where's Daddy?"
He doesn't answer, but he raises his hand and starts growling.
"André? What's wrong?"
He still doesn't answer so I take out a flashlight from my drawer and point it at him.
NOOOOOOO!
Pointing the flashlight at him, I see a roamer André walking up to me.
"André, please!"
He walks and grabs my right foot then bites me.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!
"André, stop! Stop!"
Yelling, André walks to me and bites my right arm.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I wake up and realize it was all a dream. My door was still closed, my right foot had no bites, so as my right arm.
I was safe.
"It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream."
I keep telling myself repeatedly before falling back to sleep.
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The Girl with the Samurai Sword (The Walking Dead Fanfiction)
FanfictionLives to see the end of the world, survivalist Michonne takes on the challenges of the world alongside with some new people she has met. Journey through the apocalyptic world with Michonne and some new-found friends. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Characters belong...
