New story, yayy! I love TWD, though this is my first TWD story and it only loosely follows the show, as in it's not going to follow each episode word-for-word, and it might stray from the plot of the show after a bit. My apologies.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything TWD though I do own Castle, she's mine.
Ch 1: Raise Your Weapons
Castle P.O.V.
My name is Castle. Just Castle, I don't know my last name. I was dropped off at an orphanage hours after I was born with a note saying 'Her name is Castle'. I've come to the terms that my parents didn't want me. Nobody wanted me. I was fighting to survive even before hell froze over, the walkers just make it more of a challenge.
Here's the thing, I was born with something special, something that drove everybody away because I'm a freak. I have control over the elements, all of them. And I think as a result I also have a condition called heterochromia. Heterochromia is when a person has one eyes as one color, and the other as a different color. My eyes also like to change color, though, they're never the same color, I never really understood why. I also have jet black hair, not that it matters, it's annoying, so I usually keep it short. (Like I don't know, a layered boyish hair cut)
My eyes were the reason I was ostracized from school, and the abuse from the orphanage didn't help the cause. I ran away to the streets of San Francisco at the unripe age of six, equipped only with a kitchen knife and a small sliver of hope.
When I turned seven, a thought occurred to me, If I am to live the way I'm living right now, I should to make my life the best that I can make it. So every day, I would go to the public library, ignoring the wary glances I got, and read.
Once I learned the read easily on my own, I hit the science section. I learned how to build, fix, and after four years, invent. I could make everything out of anything. And considering I could control every element that ever existed, I had all the supplies I needed at (almost) the snap of my finger.
I practiced my ability every day, I would hide in a forgotten alley and move bricks or dust. My powers grew and grew to the point where I could lift a full garbage container without a nosebleed.
Of course I still can't use my powers too much, and I relied on my knowledge more than my abilities. I was probably the most comfortable homeless girl you would've ever met.
Until the walkers came into the story.
The sight was horrible, the dead rose and ate the living. I was eleven years old at the time. That was the day I left San Francisco and headed east.
Over the next three years, I traveled the U.S. occasionally traveling amongst groups but leaving one way or another. In one of those groups, two of the leaders became homicidal, I had to kill one of them, the other got away.
I ended up in Georgia, in a forest quite a ways from Atlanta. I was tracking a deer that would become my dinner for the next three weeks until I saw two figures. I loaded my bow with one of my many arrows. Just in case they got too close.
I hid in some shrubbery until I was almost positive that they were gone. I was wrong, I got up and some kid my age in a cowboy hat shot me right in the thigh.
"SHIEEEEEEEET!" I yelled.
"Hey! Kid! How 'bout you check to see if someone's alive before you fucking shoot them!" I whisper yelled. "Walkers within a five mile radius have heard that shot!"
The kid didn't say a word, he looked shocked.
I looked down and looked at my thigh. I sighed. Oh, did I mention I gained the ability to heal myself? I didn't? Oops. Since I could control the elements, as in not just the basic water, fire, earth, and air, like Mendeleev's Periodic Table of Elements, I could will said elements to bunch up, and rebuild damaged skin, veins, muscles, etc. But it takes a lot out of me and I didn't want to freak anybody out.
I gestured to my leg.
"Well? Aren't you going to help me? Oh no, you aren't one of those kind of people, the kind of people to leave me to get torn apart by walkers. Fine do that for all I care, I'll haunt your asses if I become a ghost or something"
The second guy looked at me suspiciously, debating whether to take me or not. I took this chance to get a better look at the two. The boy who shot me had longish hair and icy blue eyes. The man next to him looked like your typical redneck, well, with a kickass crossbow.
"Fine, we'll take you back to our camp, but don't try to do anything funny, or Carl here isn't going to hesitate to put a bullet through your skull." He hissed that last statement.
"Uh huh. Just get me out of here." I said.
*One painfully slow hour later*
We had some close calls with some walkers along the way, but a huge fenced off prison came into view.
I whistled.
"Nice camp you got there, though those fences aren't going to take a hoard of walkers very well, just look at the support they're getting! Wait there is none to look at!"
I felt a gun press against my head.
"Shut up" the boy growled.
"Oh, well then, sooorry for trying to lighten the mood." I said pretending to be hurt.
"How have you not passed out from shock or blood loss or something?" the redneck said.
"Well, Sir Red of Necks, I'm just about to pass out, but I was afraid you'd get lonely! Sorry, I'm a little loopy, this is all of the anemia talking." I drawled out. I saw black ebbing at the corners of my vision.
"Aaaand, here I go." I said as I slumped down feeling Mr. Redneck catch me.
~Oh lookie here, I'm a line signaling a time skip, yipee~
I opened my eyes to an old man tending to my gunshot wound, and a crapload of people crowding my bed. I shot up and I heard about five guns cocking.
"Who are you?" I man with a semi-thick southern accent asked.
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