I am trying to get through a writer's block (again) and so I wrote a stream of consciousness fic. Michonne's thoughts of Andrea when they first meet.

It's short. Probably one of the shortest stories I have ever Michandrea really...but it always is isn't it?

The First Time I Saw Her

The moment I saw her I knew she was going become important to me.

Out here, alone, in this walker infested nightmare it was only me. This greying world where the only vitality came from either the animals or I. Even then it was not wise to flaunt it.

And suddenly the heavy silence was broken by splashes of life and sound. Through the trees she came running out, not seeing me. Three walkers had been chasing her. I could hear her anxious breathing from where I hid, far across the way.

This was the first time, in I am not sure how long, I have seen another living breathing human.

The blonde woman fought with such ferocity. She was saying "I WILL LIVE" with every move she made. The woman was resourceful on the fly and used whatever she had to decimate the undead interlopers.

Had I finally died and she was a holy shield-maiden come to take me to some great feasting hall?

As she filled this forest with life, I too began to fill. Having walked among the dead for some time I had begun to deteriorate along with them.

Adrenaline raced through my body. My heart pounded in my chest, yet I had not moved.

My breath caught as I watched her fall to the ground. This will not be. My blade had already been released. The walker fell atop the blonde and she still fought. Hers cries of life empowered me, strengthened each step. My blade knew its purpose.

After the creature was gone I looked down upon this stranger.

Now that we are near each other I find myself wanting to get away. She was a vision I could hardly bare.

Under my hood I marveled at her cheek bones; her lips. Large, wounded, blue eyes sought my own. I found myself arrested, unable to speak. This boon, before me, devoured me with her eyes. She too seemed at a loss.

I, her unexpected savior, and she, unknowingl, mine.

This encounter was not ephemeral. A connection was formed and it was permanent.

As this woman lives, so shall I.

Michonne feels a little OC but i dont care. :/

reviews are welcomed. Be it bad or good.