This is my very first story, not really expecting much out of it, but something to get me into to actually writing fanfiction. This story is a bit rough at the beginning, but eventually will soften up.

enoy...

Sling.

The katana swiped clean through, the young guy's head. He really stood no chance, she knew it. She could have let him go, but in this hell, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Michonne looked down at the dead man, he couldn't have been no more than 30, probably was just starting his life before all of this started, a girlfriend he was just about to propose to because she found out recently she was pregnant. Most likely he was going to have a girl...

Stop!

She was doing it again, giving her victims a story, it's not because she felt sorry for them but for the sheer fact that she was bored. Michonne got over feeling sorry for people a long time ago. She took her katana and flung the contents of the man off of it and put it back behind her.

A warrior, if that's what you call it. A warrior. She used her instincts to determine her next moves, emotions were a thing of the past. In this world it wasn't needed. Attachments to people only made you vulnerable and in that made you a target. The dead had a way of picking out who weren't fit, doing a service to the rest of the people left trying to survive. Trying to make it.

The Virginia sun, shined brightly, as it tanned her already dark skin, with no clear direction in mind she kept North. Careful not to walk out in the open after killing the guy who laid on the side of the road now. He wasn't like the other guys she has been running into with the "W" carved into their heads. No, he was about to say his name. Michonne thought, while still keeping alert. I'm Ne.. was all he could get out before she killed him. At this point it doesn't matter anymore he has become another stain on her already lengthy sword.

Her body count wasn't something she was proud of, every kill had served its purpose, keeping her alive. Her trust in people faltered at the start of all of this. The man she thought she loved proved to be a coward. To consumed in his own pity that he couldn't see the bigger picture. Keeping her Peanut alive. It wasn't his fault though, she bared the burden of her own son's death, she should have been there, protecting him at all cost. That is her one regret in all of this not keeping him alive. It's something that gnaws at her everyday, so surviving has become her punishment. Starving day in and out, not having shelter, no more human contact. She hasn't even heard her own voice in what seems like forever. She used to be so lively, ready and willing to talk to anyone who came across her path. Now she saw herself as nothing more than a vessel and it's what she deserved at this point.

The sun had begun to go down, she needed to find a place to sleep. Vehicles were becoming obsolete at this point, only a few are actually running, most now worked as nothing more than shelter. Michonne looked at all of her surroundings. Nothing.

Her body was sore from all the walking, blisters seemed to be forming on her feet. She couldn't stop until she felt safe, letting her guard down at any moment was out of the question. Michonne pivoted off her original path, eventually leading her upon an abandoned barn house.

It seemed to be secure after doing a thorough check around the perimeter. Finally dropping her shoulders she could finally relax to a certain degree. She couldn't stay forever without food or water, and this place is an easy target for other people and groups. But, for now she needed to clear her thoughts, peace and quiet is what she wanted, being able to close her eyes and dream of anything but this world. And that exactly is what she set out to do. Michonne chose a secure spot in the far corner of the farmhouse, near a window if she needed to escape.

Throughout the night not much was happening, but some heavy rain, something that seemed to calm Michonne even more.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Its locked!," came a gruff voice out of nowhere. Michonne looked around it was still the middle of the night. Reaching for her katana, she immediately went into defense mode.

"Try gettin' it open, we need to get out of this rain." another voice said, this one had more of a southern twang to it.

Two of them, Michonne thought she could take them. "Sasha, Glenn, Abraham check the surroundings see if there is another way in!" the southern voice came again.

"Shit…" was all she could muster out of her mouth. Five Michonne started to think of the best possible escape route, yet they all seem futile.

Bang!

The door to the farmhouse came flying open as more than thirteen people, including a baby came tumbling in.

"Shit...:" how could she make it out of this one.