A Thief with a Machete

Chapter 22-

I sat in the tree and watched the camp below.

This was like my thirtieth time ambushing a camp.

I waited until they left and hopped down from the tree. I pulled up my tight black scarf to my nose and snuck into the camp.

I took what food they had and some ammo for my pistol. I heard voices coming from the trees and I ran behind a tree.

"What the f**k!?" a man yelled.

Bushes rustled and out came walkers, heading straight for the camp. They tried to hold them off as best as they could, barely killing each one.

A walker grabbed me from behind the tree and pulled me into the opening. I slashed the head in and noticed the men coming towards me.

One grabbed me by the collar of my hoodie and pulled me into the air.

He threw me to the ground and took out a knife. I gasped for air and crawled away. He was about to stab me when a walker bit into his neck.

I flinched as he fell and the walker began to crunch into him, his screams echoing my mind.

A man looked at me and the walker who was eating the man, fury and sadness in his eyes.

"I-I didn-" I stuttered before he came after me.

He tried to kick me but I grabbed his foot, pushed his knee into his shoulder, kicked his groin, and slammed him on the ground.

I started off into the woods as soon as he was on the ground.

A man with a black beard followed me and tried to grab me.

I took out my gun without thinking and shot him in the thigh. He let out a silent scream and grabbed my hood that covered my hair.

I pulled away and ran as fast as I could. I heard him yelling about the Thief with a Machete.

Guess that's where it started.

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News spread quickly about the Thief with a Machete. Almost every camp I raided talked about me.

Finally famous, eh?

I sat by my campfire and cooked up some beans I had stolen. I ate about three cans a day, Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.

I was losing weight about 5 ibs. a week. I had to raid more and more camps to keep myself from losing anymore weight.

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"Ey', what's that?" I asked pointing to the forest.

"I don't see nothing," Daryl said squinting.

"Follow me, blind one," I said waving my hands in front of my face.

He chuckled and I led him to what I saw.

We reached  a slight clearing and were faced with a big wooden mansion.

It had a big front porch, about three stories, a nice big clearing in the back for a backyard, and a sturdy build.

I stared at it and stepped forward, Daryl's hand landing on my shoulder to tell me not to.

I huffed and headed towards the group to show what we had found.

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I threw my bag on a big bed in the top floor room on the left.

I claimed the room as soon as I saw it was one of the most secluded.

Somedays I hate people and the next thing you know there's no more people to hate and you feel like an asshole.

Daryl knocked on the doorway and leaned in the door frame.

"Settled in?" he asked crossing his arms. HIs hair flopped over his eyes and I walked up to him.

I picked up the edge of his hair and pulled it above his forehead and looked at his face.

"You need a trim or you gon' be trippin'." I said making a funny grin.

He smirked and kissed me on my forehead.

"Carol's...cooking some food for us, so if you wanna join you can. I think Carl would want you to," He said stepping out of the room.

"Carol will probably kiss you on the cheek again. I see how you look at her. Just ask her already, she'll say yes," I said brushing past him.

"Why you little-" he started as he picked me up and twirled me around. I giggled and Rick called us down for the food.  

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I scraped the last of food of my plate and ate it greedully.

Judith cooed and put some food in Rick's mouth while he went "Can I have some? Ahh"

I smirked at how happy Rick looked and Daryl kicked me shin. I kicked him back and we kept kicking eachother.

"What are you two doing?" Rick said bouncing Judith on his hip.

"Nothing," I said stopping kicking Daryl.

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Sorry for the shortness but I wanted to get something out so you guys can sorta see whats happening.

School sucks.