I wiped my dirty face as we trudged through the thick forest.
                              The baby, who Carl named Judith, cried out and Beth hushed her.
                              A freaking baby, just great.
                              A crack in the forest made us all stop and turn towards it. I put up my crossbow and aimed around the forest.
                              Beth began to step around quiickly with her knife in hand and I scoffed. It's a freaking twig! It ain't gonna hurt you unless you stab yourself with it.
                              Daryl came up behind me and whispered, "I know what you mean." I smirked a little and we kept on walking.
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                              "What do we do?!?!" Keira yelled as the walls of the fort began to bust. 
                              Williams grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
                              "NO!" I screamed at him and pulled my arm away.
                              "We ain't got time for this bullshit! Stop messing around, bitch!" he yelled back at me.
                              "NO! I AIN'T GOING NOWHWERE WITH YOU!! YOU RUINED MY LIFE AND ARE A PIECE OF SHIT STEP-DAD!! I F**KING HATE YOU AND I AIN'T LIVING ANOTHER DAY WITH YOU!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
                              He stopped and stared at me. With-what? Hate? Pity? Sadness? Tears began to fill my vison and I wiped them away with my long sleeve.
                              He let go, practically throwing my arm away. "Then die alone." he grumbled taking a rifle and backpack before running out the emergency exit.
                              My lip quivered and I turned around just in time to see the walls crumble. Keira screamed as one dug into her neck, blood spurting everywhere and shots going off. She was the last friend I had.
                              Tears flowed down my cheeks.
                              I promised my self I wouldn't cry any more. Not unless it was serious.
                              The camp flooded with walkers and one tried to bite my foot. I grabbed a machete with a black handle off of a table and weakly pushed it into the walkers head. It made a sickening crunch going into the mushy skull.
                              I grabbed a pack off the wall, Keira's crossbow, and a holder for the machete. I slipped the pack and crossbow onto my back and ran towards the secondary exit of the makeshift camp.
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                              I stepped over the leaves of decaying trees and kept my hand on my new machete. I climbed on top of a barrel outside the wall and peered over it. 
                              Several walker bodies were strewn over the ground and bodies of people I knew were ripped apart.
                              It had been 3 days since I fled the camp. I hadn't eaten since and my stomach was trying to kill me.
                              I lifted my foot above my head, being in ballet I was pretty good at it, and pulled myself over the wall.
                              My feet landed on the ground softly and I put my hand softly on the dirt.
                              My messy brown hair flew into my blue eyes, making me want to chop it off. I puffed it out of my eyes and quickly put it into a pony tail, keeping an eye on my surroundings.
                              I stepped around the bodies and made sure they wouldn't reanimate and end me.
                              I crept into the tent I had shared with Williams and grabbed a change of clothes, a picture, food and water, and a plastc bag.
                              I went around to the bodies and searched for IDs.
                              William Johnson
                              Caleb Truman
                              Alexis Hubert
                              Patricia Willis
                              Anita Johannson
                              Juan Pons
                              Macey Kalebs
                              Keira Darson.
                              I took all the IDs that I could find and put them in the plastic bag. I promised myself that every walker I killed, if I had time, I would take their IDs so that one day we could acknowledge how many we lost in this world.
                              I still carry it.
                              ~
                              I chewed on the rabbit that Daryl and I had hunted earlier today. 
                              I was keeping watch with Daryl while eating so everyone else could sleep.
                              I ate it slow and gratefully. We were lucky to have food now, especially with animals starting to hibernate for winter and food running low in stores.
                              I finished the rabbit, picking it clean to the bone. I let out a huff and threw the bone in the firepit.
                              "Daryl?" I asked, looking at the fire.
                              "What?" he said, his chin resting on his crossbow.
                              "Do ya' think we'll ever find a permanent home?" I asked. "Nothing is safe! No one is safe! This world is gone and we have to live in thr ruins, dead people thinking we're dinner!"
                              He let out a huff, "I dunno, kiddo."
                              I looked at him and said,
                              "What awaits?"
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm going to try and make the chapters longer, but again I'm trying to make a chapter a day and...that doesn't always work. Especially with Odessy of the Mind, school, and activities, it's getting harder.
                              Most of the time I can't put my thoughts into words and it's frustrating! 
                              Just bear with me here. *Holds up bear paw*
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A Thief with a Machete
FanfictionApril finds herself in a situation she can't escape. The undead have taken over the world and her only family is dead. Or so she thought. I do not own any characters except for April and some of Family. amc rights reserved. Fanfiction.
 
                                               
                                               
                                                  