PROPHECY

Everything was a blur around her, people were running away, screaming, bumping into each other. Izzie was also running, trying to reach her car in the amongst of people and abandoned vehicles.

She looked up in the crowd, her pale blue eyes looking frantically in every direction as she desperately tried to control her breathing. Suddenly, panic took over her and she couldn't breath anymore. Izzie tripped but caught herself into a nearby car before falling on the hard tarmac. Her eyes filled with tears as she took the time to scanned the chaotic highway.

She already wanted to give up, the screams of fear and despair around her being unbearable for her weak heart. She bit down in her lips and covered her ears with the palm of her hands and slid down against the car, bringing her knees to her chest.

This was too much, she couldn't do it alone. She thought that it was the end as more and more people screamed around her but when she looked up, her eyes locked with a familiar figure. A tall man with short brown hair and extremely blue eyes stood before her, a crossbow was attached to arm and held high in the air. The man shouted at someone behind him then looked back at Izzie. He walked in her direction and knelt in front of her. The archer was talking rather rapidly but all Izzie could think about was his face.

She knew this face. She knew these eyes.

She knew him.

The man of her dream.

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I own nothing about the characters or about the events that will look alike of the scenario of The Walking Dead. I only own my OC. All the rights and credits go to amc.