Alexandria's POV
I walked quietly through the woods. I kept two knives in my hands. My left hand was by my side and my right was raised to the height of my chest. In my left, I held a 7 inch by the handle so the blade pointed behind me almost flat against my arm. In my right hand, I held by the blade ready to fly. I kept my eyes and ears sharp.
It was approaching sunset; I needed to find a safe place. My eyes scanned for two things: geeks and shelter.
Crack.
I froze. Someone-or something-had stepped on a fallen branch. I glanced down and breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn't been me. So...who did? I scanned fervently for a sign: of life, or death.
Shhk shhk shhk shhk
The sound of leaves moving made my ears perk up. I silently shifted to the right. That was where it had come from. Friend or foe? Human or walker? Alive or dead? I thought.
Groan. Grunt. Several other incoherent noises convinced me it was the latter. Finally, it came into view. It hadn't noticed me. I quickly, yet quietly moved to hide behind the nearest tree to wait for a good shot.
I glanced out. It paused sniffing the air. It had probably picked up my scent. It moved in my direction. I shrunk behind, breathing slowly trying to calm my beating heart. I gripped my left knife tightly. I bounced my right finding the perfect balance for the distance I was planning on throwing it.
Once it was at the right distance away, I spun away from the tree and into his line of sight. It made a happy grunt as I wound up and began to throw.
The concentration of getting the right spin, a certain amount of strength, the right angle, and judging all the other factors that would throw it off caused me to lose focus of my surroundings for a moment.
In that moment, my life changed drastically.