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"The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children." Jessica Lange
"Mama Bear, do you copy? Over."
It had been a long day for the small group. They were nitpicking through store after store in a small god forsaken town and they weren't finding much. Almost everything they found was either expired, broken or empty.
"…Seriously, Dan? I thought I told you no nicknames. And no using the walkie talkie unless it's an emergency!"
Daniel Swartz. Tall and white. Big blue eyes with a shaggy head of dirty blonde hair. He was gonna be a doctor, y'know. One of those child prodigy's. He was fresh out of med school when the apocalypse hit. Poor guy had potential to do great things; but he still keeps a smile on his face, despite all of the hardships he's dealt with. As long as there is a person he can help, he's good as gold.
"At least humor me. …No, Jay. We don't need those! Ugh… Oh yeah, remember to say over at the end of your message, over!"
Jordan Lawson. Goes by the name Jay. She's a tall, pretty woman with long ginger hair and green eyes. She was an artist, the kind that just makes enough money to get by comfortably with some drawbacks here and there. She's a bit of a weirdo; OCD and Anxiety. She's got her fair share of demons that won't leave her alone. She's pretty quiet, you always wonder what's going on in her devious little mind. But she's quite smart. She thinks up plans on the fly and continues to amaze the group with her revolutionizing modern ways into apocalyptic ways.
"Cut the shit. You're lucky that we killed the biters. Now, I suggest you give me a good reason why you're contacting me. …Over."
"Now, that's the spirit! And I'm contacting you to let you know that we found two men, over."
"…And why the hell didn't you just say you found blood pumpers in the first place!?"
"…Sorry, Mama Bear. We're in the pharmacy- No, Elliot! Stay behind the counter! And you, Asian guy, shut up! Save your whining for when Roxy gets here! Uh, can you maybe hurry it up Roxanne? We need you!"
Elliot McIntyre. Cute kid; bright blonde hair and blue eyes. His dad was a looker too, a lawyer. Poor fool got himself killed though, leaving the kid in Dan and Jay's care; they don't mind though. He's a tough kid, deep down. He knows the difference between right and wrong and he even learned a couple things during his time with this group; how to read and write. Yeah, the kid is only 6 years old.
At the sound of a scuffle in the background on the walkie talkie, Roxanne knew she had to get there fast; blood pumpers were dangerous. She tossed the rest of the supplies she found in the stock room into her backpack and turned to her small companion with a frown marring her face;
"C'mon, Blondie. We gotta get over there." And with that, the two were off running toward the pharmacy. It felt like forever, but they got there just in time to see two men, a hic and asian, standing off against Dan and Jay with guns raised. Or, in the hic's case, a crossbow.
"Look, we don't want no trouble. You got a kid and you're protecting him, I get that. But we don't wanna hurt ya. Just back off." The white man with messy brown hair stated, glaring at Dan through his cross hairs. The lanky Asian boy was looking between the two men with a look of uncertainty, which quickly turned into a look of surprise when he noticed the presence of two more people, though his attention was mainly focused on the woman with a crossbow in her hands.
Roxanne Miller. Short and petite with shoulder length brown hair that almost looked black and piercing blue eyes. She was a professional criminal; a thief. Paintings, jewelery, artifacts… You name it, she's probably stole one and made a butt-load of money off of it. In fact, a painting was the reason why she was in Atlanta when the Zombie Apocalypse started. Her contact, Josh, told her about a famous painting that was being shipped from France to a museum in California. The plane that held the painting stopped in Atlanta, where Roxanne put her plan into action and, well… took the painting. By the time she got to her fence, AKA the person who would buy the painting, she found him zombified in his apartment. Anyways… Roxanne is a rather serious individual. She's modest and doesn't exactly do thievery for the money. Well, yes she does it for the money. But she mostly does it for the thrill. She's a thief, of course she's a thrill seeker.
"Roxanne, thank god! Hey, redneck, I suggest you talk to our boss and put down the damn bow." Dan exclaimed, greeting the disheveled brunette with a nod. Roxanne quickly brought up her crossbow and pointed it at the redneck.
"So, a redneck and an Asian walk into a bar…" She scoffed, snickering.
"Look, can we just talk without our weapons? We mean no harm. I'm Glenn, this is Daryl." Glenn said, slowly lowering his gun. Jay, in turn, lowered hers a bit. Dan didn't budge, neither did Roxanne. Or Daryl.
"Glenn?" A small voice piped up, taking all of the attention off of the task at hand. Glenn looked over toward the pharmacy's counter and saw a head of dirty blonde hair pop up.
"Oh my god…" Glenn gasped, dropping his gun to the ground. Daryl's eyes almost popped out of his head as he lowered his crossbow.
"Sophia…?"
Sophia Peletier, 13 years old. Short dirty blonde hair, green eyes and freckle dusted cheeks. She's the product of a broken home. Her daddy beat her mom and looked at Sophia with a dirty twinkle in his eye while her mom cowered and made sure to protect Sophia by taking the beatings all to herself. Her daddy was attacked by a walker. Her mom, however… Sophia got separated from her group early on. She was chased by a walker deep into the forest and yelled for help and cried for her mom. Roxanne heard the yells and ran to the source of the sound as fast as she could and saw Sophia trip over a rock. Roxanne boomed; "Hey ugly!" and let a bullet fly that penetrated through the walker's skull. After realizing what happened, Sophia clung to Roxanne for dear life and cried about how she couldn't find her mom. Roxanne was losing daylight and the sound of her gun was sure to bring walkers, so she had no choice but to take Sophia with her, promising that they would look for Sophia's group the next day. They didn't start looking for a week, as Sophia fell ill and Roxanne insisted on taking care of the girl. After a week, Roxanne took Sophia out to find her group. They eventually found the highway, along with the car that had the words 'SOPHIA STAY HERE. WE WILL COME EVERY DAY' painted onto a car's windshield, along with a small pile of food and supplies on the hood of the car. Sophia got so excited and demanded they stay there for the night to see if they come for her. Roxanne proceeded to get into an argument with the girl, saying how it was dangerous and stupid; eventually Roxanne caved in and used her walkie talkie to tell her fellow group-mates that Sophia and herself weren't going to be back until the next day. The two girls… They had water, a jar of peanut butter, couple cans of soup and beans, plus a blanket and flashlight. They stayed the rest of that day. When night came, the little girl bundled herself in the back seat of the car that had the message painted on the windshield while Roxanne sat in the front seat of the car curled up with a book that she'd read a hundred times, using the flashlight to read. Walkers stumbled by the car now and then but they weren't considered a threat until they banged on the windows. Thankfully, none touched the car or noticed the occupants inside of it. They stayed until late afternoon the next day, which was very much… empty. Nobody came by to check if Sophia was there. Not one car was heard in the distance… Nothing. Sophia was heartbroken when Roxanne said they had to go back. Stubborn girl wanted to keep waiting. Roxanne had to almost drag the girl with her.
The following months… The following 274 days, Sophia was with Roxanne. They grew to depend on each other; Sophia needed Roxanne's wisdom and comfort while Roxanne needed Sophia to pull her out of her emotional shell. They bonded. They became a mother and daughter.
That isn't going to change anytime soon.
"Sophia, oh my god… You're alive!" Glenn was so excited that he practically ran over to the counter. He was stopped by Roxanne, who quickly got in the way.
"Back off, asshole. Who the fuck are you and how do you know my daughter?" Roxanne already knew, but she had to be sure. Glenn blanched and looked to Sophia for answers.
"She was part of our group and got lost. Question is, why the hell is she with you and why you callin' her your daughter?" Daryl asked, inching toward them, his crossbow fixated on Roxanne. She turned to him and glared.
"I found her. I saved her… We went to find you and found a stupid car that said to stay there and you'd come for her." - Roxanne paused, her tone becoming menacing. -"You didn't. We stayed there a whole 24 hours and there was no sign of you coming, so we left. We moved the hell on. After that, she became my responsibility. She became apart of my group. And after time, she became my daughter."
"Sophia, your mom is still alive. She's still with us. Rick, Carl… They're both alive. Carl has a little sister now, you know?" Glenn started, his voice gentle and inviting. Roxanne saw through those honeyed words and growled at him.
"Hey! Don't you get any fucking ideas. She's mine, she stays. You and your group can die for all I care! She isn't leaving!"
"Mama!" - Sophia rushed around the counter and stepped between the two adults. - "Please, don't do that! I want to see her. I need to see her!" Roxanne ignored the girl's pleas and gestured for Glenn to back away. Sophia then turned to Glenn; "Can we all come? I'm not going unless they do too!"
Glenn and Daryl looked at each other, almost as if they were having a silent conversation. It was Daryl who answered;
"Your mom wouldn't forgive us if we left you behind, Sophia…"
"The only way you're getting her is if we all go. Unless you wanna take your chances in a fight with me." Roxanne stated, flexing her trigger finger.
Glenn sighed and scratched the back of his head before nodding; "Alright, fine. You can all come. But you're gonna have to deal with our leader, y'know." Roxanne scoffed and lowered her crossbow.
"Too fucking bad."
"That strong mother doesn't tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in."
Lauryn Hill
Author's Note: What'd ya think? Should I continue it? Feedback is very much appreciated and motivates me to continue.
Here is a link to a post that shows the faceclaims to each OC character:
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