The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. I do not own any thing from AMC, only my OC.
Groaning, I rolled over. It hurt, one of the worst pains I ever felt. There was a shout that wracked my brain, making me squint. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw four blurry, moving figures. As they came closer, my vision returned to normalcy and I was aware of the danger. Automatically, I reached behind my back, my fingers gripped an arrow but I didn't have time to untangle my bow from my twisted position. I sat up quickly with a hiss, ready to improvise with my arrow, just as men- a cop, an African American, an Asian, and a country boy- formed a circle around me.
"That ain't a walker. It's just a girl."
I squinted to the man on my left. He had a crossbow aimed at my head.
"Were you bit?" the cop directly in front of me asked, his badge shiny in the light, blinding me.
"What? I don't think so?" I shook my head. Bad idea. I dropped the arrow, putting my hands up to try to block the pain in my forehead. My hands became wet. I pulled them away in horror; they were dripping in blood. I looked up, understanding all the men's worried looks. "No. I wasn't bitten. This was caused by the living."
The group stared at the man with the crossbow. "You think it was Merle?" the Asian kid asked.
He only scowled.
"Who did this to you?" the cop asked me.
I frowned for a long while. I tried to remember. But no distinct features or descriptions would appear. "I'm sorry. I only remember that it was a male figure. I think I have a concussion." I started to stand up. Dizziness overtook me and I would have crashed back down if it wasn't for the black man catching me. "Um, thanks." I smiled weakly. "Whoever it was, I'm going to kill him if I ever remember." anger finding its way through the confusion. The country boy glared at me a moment and then laughed, "If it was my brother, you'd never stand a chance. You're lucky he didn't kill you already."
"We should get back to the camp. Merle could have revenge as his motive." the cop said.
"What should we do with her?" The black man asked who was still holding onto my shoulder to keep me steady. "We can't leave her here like this."
The country boy growled," and why not? That's what you did with Merle." the black man quieted, a look of sorrow and regret settled on his face.
As the strange group argued hastily, I gently took off the hand that was holding me and bent down to the ground in search of my belongings, a striking fear that they were taken by my attacker. But no, there on top of a concrete barrier sat my dufflebag and spare tube of arrows. I started toward it, a little shaky at first. As soon as I reached my bag, I pulled out a ripped up shirt and cleaned up the still oozing blood from my head wound and wrapping it in a poor bandage.
The bickering suddenly ceased. I turned around, curious at their decision to keep me or leave me. I didn't know what I should do either. I felt lost and I needed a safe place to heal. My head throbbed and everything I did made it hurt. It must be a severe concussion... But there was something important I was doing before I got hurt. I only wish I could remember.
The cop came forward. His expression kind yet assertive as he said, "You can come with us back to camp. We'll get you fixed up better and you can be on your way. But we have to hurry, get there before dark. You think you can keep up?"
I took a deep breath, monitoring how much strength I had. Looking at the others helped me with my decision. Two of them looked like they didn't consider me a problem. But the country boy definitely thought of me as a burden. I smiled. I'll prove him wrong. I shouldered my duffle bag and adjusted the straps for my bow and arrows. "Well, we better be off then."
The walk was more difficult than I thought. After an hour I tried to hide my huffing and puffing, taking long breaths to slow my breathing and fluttering heart rate. "I'm seriously going to kill him." I muttered through the pain. Glenn, who told me his name as the walk began, chuckled beside me. He had offered to keep an eye on me and carry my bag; an offer I declined at first, but glad now that he did. "I'd like to see that. Everyone at camp would."
While we hiked, I examined the men who took me in; a thought came over me that this happened already before, like dejavu but not as strong. I shouldn't have been so stupid and to just trust them to be taking me to safety. They seemed nice enough but that doesn't account for anything. This hellish world changed everyone, living and the dead, there weren't too many good left, families and friends turn on each other, and the biters are always following. I looked at the backs of the mens' distancing forms, their pace faster than mine. Rick, Daryl, T-Dog. Were they good people? And Glenn, who was the most open with me, informing me on their group. Was he good? Is it only a pretense? I shook my head; deep thinking didn't sit well with my injury.
About ten minutes later and the sky turned dark violet. The night had come quicker than I realized. But I sighed with relief; the pain didn't trigger as much without the brightness of the sun sneaking into my eyes.
However the sigh was ended with a scream. Not from me but from beyond the thicket of trees we entered. No one in the group hesitated. They dashed straight toward the shouting and shots being fired. I didn't want to get left behind and got caught up in their sprint. Soon adrenaline flowed through my veins and the pain momentarily dispersed. I reached a clearing at the top of a hill; the last one to do so and it was a horrible sight. I tried not to think as I saw the deadly beings tearing at human flesh. I unlocked the clasp on my compound bow and let loose several arrows into the nearest biters. Their gurgles and moans silenced immediately with the head shots. I glanced around through the dim world. It seemed that it was over. Many of the living were weeping, huddled into small groups.
I sucked in a breath. It came fast; an overpowering sensation of dread, fear, hope, love, and memory. I fell to the ground, unable to move or breathe and what little light there was in the clearing blackened as my eyes went dim.
Well, I think this turned out pretty good so far. I really hope I can get this story done, along with my other stories. It's going to be tough, but with many reviews and followers, I'll have more pressure to get these out. What memories did she lose and will she gain all of it back?