As I was walking threw the woods I heard three gun shots bang behind me. I turned around to see a boy, what surprised me was he was staring at me!! "Um, hello?," I asked awkwardly. "Oh, sorry, hi," he said. "I'm Carl, and you are?" "Niki", I answered. "Is anyone with you?," he asked. "Unfortunately, no." "To join our camp, I will have to ask you three questions.." "Okay," I said. "Anything to get me out of this shithole."
How many walkers have you killed?? "To many to keep up count," I said. He moved toward me, and stared into my eyes like I was some evil person. "How many people have you killed?"
"....... only one", I said. Why..? Because he told me to. "Okay. You're good," he told me. He motioned toward what looked like a huge prison and said "come on Niki," he said. As we got closer and closer I could see a whole group of people just staring at me. "So, tell me about your life so far, before all this shit happened," he asked. "Well..." "It all started at school"
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice
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