The Walking Dead: A Jori Story.
Jade finds herself on the verge of death, shot and bloody, carrying baby formula, dropped by a young couple, captured by the same asshole who shot her. She's surrounded by the dead who are piled up against the fence that protects this prison. She's in disbelief, her eyes locking with the same amber eyes she used to see every day only, the happy tone to them are gone. Serious and dark. Tori?
"Should we help her?!"
Jades eyes glanced to the little boy in a dirty white t shirt and blue jeans. He wore a sheriffs hat and a red tattered feather in his ear. Tori looked at the boy with contemplation and Jade stared at her pleading. Just then one of the dead turned to her, its mouth agape, black and grotesque as it growled and reached forward her. Jade pulled the sword from her back quickly, backing away from the dead that was advancing on her. Her wounds preventing any fast movement. She sliced the first Walker and almost fell, the second and third then her vision started to blur and she fell, looking up to the sky as she waited for the dead to consume her. The last thing she heard was gunshots and the sound of gates opening and bodies falling around her.
