Sorry it is a bit short and this is my first fan fiction so please be nice. (: BTW sorry for the lack of commas...my computer sucks!
"Alright I can do this." The young woman thought to herself as she extended his body over the ledge of the tall building for a bag she had previously thrown up there while running. "Damnit! Why did I have to be so damn stupid?" She thought realizing the only way she was going to reach it with success would be to jump onto the structure and she knew the only way of getting onto the structure with any success was to get a running start so the young blonde woman backed up about ten feet; as much as the buildings roof would allow her then she did something she hadn't done in a while she hoped. "Please let me make this." She said out loud as she ran and jumped clearing the four and a half-foot gap barley and grabbing onto the sculptor in downtown Atlanta. She threw her arm in the air as to celebrate for a moment before she heard voices and hid in the crease of the huge art piece.
Their voiceswas muffled but she could see that there was four men much bigger and most likely stronger than her. "Damnit!" She said as she sunk lower into the art trying to make her body blend in with it as much as possible. She then continued to watch the men as one of their heads snapped up and stared over by her almost through her it seemed. "You see something?" This time she heard one of the men say. It looked like the man who just talked was wearing a sherif outfit and for that reason alone she wanted to run to them for help but previous encounters with strange men made her wary.
"Naw it's nothing; probably just a bird or some'in." She said with a heavy coutry accent.
"Alright well let's get going I don't know about you guys but I don't want to be here long. I feel like someone is watching us." She let out a breath as they passed by but didn't dare to move until she saw nothing of them left. "Well that was just to close for comfort." She said mimicking what her older sister used to say. Her memories snapped to her sister as she made her way down the sculptor being careful not to slip and die. "Wouldn't that be funny dying by the thing I love most." She said snorting a little as she jumped down the rest of the way and secured her bag to her side and took off in the opposite direction she just saw the men go.
The woman looked at the sky and decided she had a few hours before sundown for her to find a decent shelter for the night. "Well this place is as good as any." She said releasing the large knife from the holder on her side as she ready to enter what looked like an old abandoned store. At first she saw no walkers there were a few bodies lying around and it looked as if someone had done all the work for her. "Hmpf." She said as she relaxed a bit before seeing a figure slumped against a cooler still breathing. "Knew there had to be at least one." She said going up to it drawing her knife once again. She stopped a minute and looked at the walker in front of her there was something different about it but she couldn't really pin point it. "Oh well" She said as she lifted her knife and the walker lifted its head. "Oh shit! walkers eyes don't have color. Sir are you alive? Are you bit? Sir wake up!" She said panicking wanting to help this man any way she could it had been two months since she had seen anyone; well besides the gentleman she hid from.
"Git 'ur damn hands off of me!" She mumbled as she stood back from the live man in front of her. She scanned his body looking for the reason he was in the state he was in looking for bites.
"Are you bit?" She asked finally finding her voice again. He weakly shook his head no and a wave of relief hit her body. "Thank god!" She mumbled under her breath knowing she wouldn't be able to kill another human. "Are you okay?" She asked finally seeing what put him in the state he was in. "Oh my god! you're hand!" She said as she whipped her bag open to get some medical supplies but before she could pull out the first bandage she was on the ground with the once lifeless man in front of her. 'oh no he turned. He turned and I am going to dye.' She thought but then realized he was still very much alive and had wrapped his one hand around her throat so effortlessly.
"I ain't bit I don't need help I need sleep that is what I am trying to do. I am a Dixion and only a Dixion can kill a Dixion. Now if you want to live I suggest you leave me the hell alone." He said gripping tighter with ever passing syllable. 'How the hell is he this strong right now?' She thought frantically clawing at his arm.
"Pl-eas-e Can't Br-ea-th." She managed to gasp out as she felt her world fading black. He finally decided she had enough and threw her to the side leaving her to gasp for air and collect herself. She could already feel the bruise forming around her neck her skin was sensitive now to even the cold draft as she pulled her knees to her chest. 'Oh my god. He could have killed me and I would have just been gone. No one would care what if I never got to find Janey...how is he that strong? He was just about dead but he is still so strong.' Her head was spinning a million miles a second as she tried to rationalize her thoughts. The thoughts that she was so wrapped up in she didn't notice the walker approaching her from the left.
Merele did however he could smell the putrid smell of death fill his nasal cavity and the low sound of moaning and feet scuffling across the ground. He knew that sound and smell to well and he also knew this girl was going to get killed unless he helped her. The older Dixion brother lunged at the walker not ever stopping to think; he grabbed the nearest thing to him and shoved it through the eye socket. Not like it mattered the eye was gone probably scavenged and eaten by another abomination.
The walker was taken down so fast that the young woman didn't even have time to think. All she saw was a flash and then the man who had just attacked her lunged at a walker that would have killed her if he wouldn't have pounced first. "You...You saved me." Was all she can huff out looking at her savior.