Are we really living?//TWD

ONE

So let me introduce myself. I'm Tonya I'm 28-years-old, I'm a veteran, I'm now a widow, and I have bipolar disorder.

I have a tattoos all over me but they're kinda spread out.

I woke up somewhat early feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, I sat up from my sleeping spot in an abandoned car.

I have a duffel bag full of big automatic guns, ammo, silencers, and other sorts of weapons. I have two guns on my hips and a dagger, I have another pistol in my left calf, then I have a machete.

I have a backpack full of a change of clothes, knives, medication(lithium), and a drawing of myself my wife drew.

I take out a photo of my wife and baby from the back pocket of my jeans, I smile small and I kiss the photo. I lost my wife and baby 3 weeks ago because of the group we were with. I put the photo back in my pocket them I decided I needed to start my day.

I'm wearing a  black long sleeve shirt, black jeans, my wife's coat, dog-tags, and black combat boots. I put my poofy messy and not to mention dirty hair half-up and half-down. I start to walk down the empty road with a duffel bag in my left hand and a machete in the right.

I was walking for like 30 minutes then I see 3 guys killing the freaks, one of the freaks were gonna bite a big colored man. I was fighting in my head whether to help them or not. I drop my bag and I sprint to the man in trouble then I slice the freak's brain into 2. I start killing most of them until I killed the last one, I stabbed it between its lifeless eyes.

Once I pulled my weapon out of the freak one of the guys had his crossbow pointed at me. I put my hands up with my bloody machete in my hand. He had brown greasy shaggy hair and he looks so serious.

"Bob, get her bag," The one with the crossbow said in an southern accent. And who I assumed was Bob walked past me to get my bag, I clenched my jaw because those are my guns and they will probably steal them. I heard Bob unzip the bag, and I heard him gasp.

The man roughy took my backpack which made me more irritated.

"Holy shit," He said and that made the other two men look at him with curiosity.

"What's in it?" The big colored man who I saved asked holding his gun in his hand at me. Bob walked over to the men and showed them then they both rose their eyebrows in shock. They look at me and my face has no emotion.

"She's coming with us, Tyreese you got anything we can tie her hands?" The man said with the crossbow. Kinky I thought to myself, he brought out a zip tie. Tyreese took my weapons then tied my hands in front of me and the man with the crossbow walked up to me and looked at my dog tag to see my name.

"Well, nice to meet you, Tonya I'm Daryle," He says sarcastically.

"succhia il mio grosso cazzo,(suck my big cock)" I say to him witb a death glare.

"Get your ass on the damn truck," He said then I limp to the car, and I sat in the back of the truck and Daryle sat across from me holding his crossbow just in case if I try anything. He tied a navy blue blindfold over my eyes then I felt the truck moving.

"Vaffanculo,(fuck you)" I say under my breath. I could really use a drink right now.