Stay with me.
Alex's Pov.
I took my chances and stumbled along with my older brother through the surrounding woods. Tree after tree, walker after walker. He was very protective of me, it took him a while to become comfortable with the fact that I can defend myself physically, but he is still very protective of me when we find other people. He doesn't trust anyone with my life, no. He doesn't even trust them to be alone with me, he'll allow it but he doesn't like it.
We stumble upon a group of three travelers. There is a grown man, with a lot of scruffy facial hair and curly brown hair that was pushed back. Once we got closer I noticed that he has bright blue eyes. There was also a woman, who had long dreadlocks, and carried a katana. She had a tired serious look on her face, and she stood with a young boy, who had a brown sheriff's hat and shaggy brown hair. He also has the same kind of eyes the grown man has, bright and blue.
The boy put his hand on his pistol that was in his belt. His fingers wrapped around the gun, and the woman stood in front of him. The woman started to draw her katana, and the grown man scratched his chin, and grabbed his gray metallic pistol and pointed it in my direction. His eyebrows were close to kitting together, but I held my ground. I grazed my hand over my dual blades and gripped the handle, as my brother, Zach, pushed me slightly behind him as his tall frame stood in front of me blocking my vision. I hate when he does that, I'm old enough to protect myself from danger. His hand held his black shotgun and put his other hand up.
"We come in peace," The grown man says after a moment of silence. He lowers his gun and puts it in his belt, and the woman puts her katana back in it's sheaf. Her hand still kept the younger lad behind her body, not trusting me or Zach. I don't blame her though, if I had a son, I'd do the same thing.
"Who are you?" My brother asks looking at them and they all exchange looks and the grown man clears his throat. He nods to the woman and she lets the boy out of her grip and he comes out and stands next to her with his hand grazed over his gun. Again I don't blame him, these days you can't trust just anyone.
"I'm Rick, this is Michonne, and my son Carl." He says introducing their little group. My brother nods and I try and walk out, but his arm stops me.
"Zach chill, I can protect myself." I tell him and he sighs and lets me go. I stand beside him and I wait for him to tell them our names, but he doesn't. I speak up and introduce Zach and I to Rick, Michonne, and Carl.
"I'm Alex, this is my brother Zach." Zach turns to me and gives me a dirty look and I nudge him and give him a look.
"Nice to know there's actual people left, it's been a while since we've seen new faces." Rick says and we all agree, and I hear faint noises rustling the bushes, and snapping of twigs, and so I graze my hand over my dual blades. I pull them both out, and scan the surrounding area. My head flicks in the direction of my brother and I see walkers coming towards us. I turn and look for Rick, Michonne, and Carl but I cannot find them. My heart speeds up and I stand back to back with my brother and wait for the dead to come at me so I can stab them all in the skull, so their lifeless bodies and thud and fall to the ground where they belong.
One comes towards me and I slash my blade across it's arm, and it falls to the ground, so I cannot get scratched. I kick it to the ground and stab another before it returns. I stab the next walker, and it falls to the ground. The other one is up now, coming towards me and I stab it through the eyeball and blood spits in my face. Once it's body makes a thud on the ground, I raise my tanned arm to wipe the blood off my face, and I see three more coming my way. Zach is killing them too, but not as efficiently. I take out my anger on the three coming my way, and I stab them roughly, and repeatedly, and more blood squirts all over me. Once all the walkers have been cleared, I face Zach and we lock eye contact for a couple seconds and then we scan the surroundings.
Why would Rick and his companions just flee at the sight of walkers? How could they be alive this long if they are too scared to fight?
"Where did they go?" I ask and he shrugs and tells me to be quiet. He holds his pistol out in front of him as he walks slowly making sure the area is clear.
We have been walking for hours and we finally return home, to our huge ranch. We closed it off before this shit hole of a disease started, with big tall sturdy planks of wood, and we covered that in chain links later. We open the gate and latch it shut with three locks and a big chain. We run up to the pasture and see our horses are sleeping in the warm sun of Georgia. We feed and water them, and return to the house.
"Zach why did they just run off like that?" I ask, being greatly confused. It would be nice to have more people around, especially since we've been alone and isolated since our family's passing.
"I don't know," He says confused also. He pauses and tells me to come over to him and we share a hug. "That's why we don't depend on people." He says and we let go. "They just let you down in the end." He says and pats my back.
As soon as I was about to speak when he chuckles a little, and we continue to walking from the pasture to the house.
"Except for me of course," He says lightening the mood. We walk into the kitchen and then there's a loud knocking sound. Zach and I panic because it will attract walkers, so we both sprint to the gate and open it to see familiar faces, and new faces.
"Rick, Michonne, and Carl?" I ask and they nod. Did they bring their friends? Or did they meet new people on the way here?
"Step in, come on. Before the walkers catch up with you." I say and when they are all in, I latch the big wooden gate shut, and place the chain and three locks. Zach is walking up the pathway with Rick and his group when I finish, but my long legs allow me to catch up within seconds. I decide to take out my makeshift ponytail holder I made from my hair and let the slight breeze flow through my wavy black hair. My short shorts that have holes in them here and there are dusty but fit me well. My baggy tank-top is blowing through the wind as we approach the house in silence.
"Why'd you guys take off?" Is the first thing that came to mind as everyone is in the house. Rick sighs and runs a hand though his curly hair and scratches his chin, paces back and forth before he finally answers.
"There were too many walkers, how did you two kill all of them?" Rick says looking at me and Zach. Well lets see, you stab it in the head, and it dies. Simple. Easy. There weren't too many, too many is hundreds at once.
"There was only around twenty, that's not that much Rick." I remark and Michonne gives me a glare. I decide to change the subject to another thing that wouldn't upset anyone.
"Why don't you introduce us to your friends here," I say and Rick nods respectively. He points his finger to a tall man with longer brown hair like Carl's with smaller eyes and much older than Carl. He looks tough, like he's the baddie of the group. He carries a crossbow, and is dressed in a leather vest with angel wings on the back and a t shirt underneath and ripped jeans and leather boots.
"This here is Daryl, he mostly uses the crossbow courtesy of noise, and supply of ammo. He hunts for our food, and is my best friend, he's like my brother. He means well." Rick finishes and Daryl nods to both of us and he moves on to a Asian looking man. He is much younger than Daryl by the looks of it, and is holding hands with a girl who stands beside him. He is dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with boots.
"This is Glenn, he's married to Maggie. Glenn is also like my brother and he is very accepting once he gets to know you. He's loyal, and tries to do the best for the group. He's usually who volunteers to go on runs." He gestures to the man named Glenn and he holds a small smile, and looks friendly.
"I'm Maggie. I'm willing to do anything to help keep up here, I can do laundry, cook, keep watch. Whatever you need. I hope we can become great friends later on. You two seem lovely." Maggie sweetly says and Glenn's smile only grows as he looks at his wife Maggie and kisses her cheek.
Rick introduces the rest of the group, and we introduce ourselves to the rest of the people. I ask Maggie to help Sasha with the meal. She gladly accepts and heads to the kitchen and I ask Glenn and Daryl to keep watch from the tree houses near the fences, and told them that if they need anything to whistle to their partner. They run out of the house and go to their assigned posts, and I'm left with Zach, myself, Rick, Michonne, and Carl.
"Look we never said you all could stay here," Zach rudely says and I turn to him and slap him on the arm and glare at him. He mouths a 'what?' and I shake my head looking back to the rest of our guests.
"You and your group are welcome to stay, as long as you need. It would be nice to have some help around here and to have more people here. Really, make yourselves at home." I say and smile.
"Thank you. We were looking for somewhere to stay when we found you both. We thought you didn't have a camp, so we just went on our way, we're sorry about that. You can trust us, and we'll do our share of work." Rick says and pats Carl's hat and he smiles.
He's attractive.
My mind says and honestly I have no regrets about it admitting it. He can't be much younger than me, and he is cute. It's normal for girls to have crushes on boys, no matter if the world is a shit heap during the zombie apocalypse, or if it's normal society. Carl seems like a interesting person, but I know nothing about him. Except that he's a tough boy, but I'd like to get to know him and his group more personally.
"Here, I'll show you all of your rooms," I say and they nod and follow me up the stairs. We reach the top and on the right is a guest bedroom that is fairly big with a double bed and a few nessicary things like a closet and dresser along with a attached bathroom. We decide that Glenn and Maggie will be sharing that one, and move on to the next one down the hall, and Rick says Daryl would like that one. We move to the next available room passing Zach's and Rick says that Sasha will take that one. We move on and Michonne takes the next. The next room is a bigger room with a single bed and a attached bathroom and Rick takes that one. We pass my room, and the one on the left of mine is the one that Carl takes. They all go in and un pack their things and Zach calls me over to him.
"I don't trust them," He says and I scoff, not surprised. He always does this, acts rude on purpose, and always says he doesn't trust them in hopes of people will leave.
"You always say that. They are good people Zach." I say and I move to exit the room but he pulls my wrist.
"I don't trust them Alex. I mean it, do not be alone with anyone of them without me around." He says and I roll my eyes and shake it off. He'll get over the fact that sooner or later I will be alone with one of them and he'll just have to accept it. I go into my room and open the window and let the cool breeze in and my curtains slightly jump up, and move with the air.
"Thanks, I don't think I ever thanked you. Alex right?" Carl says walking in my room and I smile at him. He smiles too and I look back out the window and begin to talk.
"No problem, I hope you have everything you need." I say and he smiles wider. He sits on my queen bed that is a short distance from my window sill.
"How can you manage to be so kind to strangers during...this?" He asks and I shrug. I push back a piece of hair behind my ear because it was irritating my eye.
"I guess I could tell that you and your group are good people. If I have a bad feeling about a group I'm usually not kind to them." I say lightly laughing and he chuckles a little.
Nice laugh that boy has, huh Alex?
My mind reminds myself and I can't help but feel butterflies starting to form in my stomach. I look away from the window and catch his eyes on me, and right then my cheeks slightly flush a pink and my stomach flutters as he shyly looks away.
"I'll catch you around?" Carl says getting up from the bed and I nod smiling. He returns the smile and he walks out.
Later on Maggie and Sasha call everyone in for the meal. When I come downstairs I hear walkers and I run to the tree house and use binoculars. There are just a few who are crowding the north corner and if I don't do anything about it they will attract more of them because of the noise. I run back to the house to tell Zach that I am going to take care of the few strayed walkers by the north corner.
"I'll come with you," Carl says getting out of his chair. He grabs his pistol from his belt and Zach gets up.
"No you won't," He says and I give him a glare and he gives in and sits back down. When Carl and I are out of the gate theres a handful of walkers that are by the fence. I latch it shut and we approach them, and I pull out my dual blades. I kill the first couple and when I turn my head one is charging towards me, and just as I thought my life eas going to end, it falls to the ground, and it reveals Carl standing with his gun pointed in my direction. Another walker is coming towards Carl extremely fast, so I charged over to him and stabbed it in the head, and it fell to the ground lifeless, and Carl looked into my hazel eyes as soon as I stepped back. I took a deep breath, and so did he, and I drag the bodies into a ditch a little bit away from the fence that is fairly deep and as I walk back with Carl I catch him staring again. I can't help but wonder, what does he think of me?
"How old are you?" I hear him ask and I slightly chuckle. I look over at him and we both enter the gate, and I latch it shut with the locks and chain. We make our way back to the house and we are halfway there.
"I'm fifteen and a half. I turn 16 in four months," I say and he nods. I look back over to him, and study his face for a couple seconds, and enjoy the moment.
"You?" I say and he smiles and looks at me, and replies with his answer as we are almost to the front porch.
"Fifteen, I turned fifteen four months ago," He says and I nod. We walk back into the house, to see a half empty dinner table and hear faint yelling voices. I groan and so does Carl, and when I fully see what's happening I jump in panic and rush over to the two people who are bickering.
"Stop!" I yell frustraited. Can't we just have a day free of stress or worry?
HIIII. So I hope you like chapter one, and I will try and update as much as possible. I'd rather make decently long chapters than shorter ones, so bare with me! I came up with this on my own, so before you tell me I stole something from someone, I didn't lol. So yeahhhh. I hope you guys like my storyyy and yeah please review because I'd love to know what you think! :)