Somebody once told me that if you lose your faith in others your humanity goes with it!
Depending on others was human nature.
So if all of this stands true; all of the things I've been told, I must be just as dead as the walkers. I started in a group, most of us do, a group of our loved ones; neighbors; community. Until they begin dying or turning into one of them, then you become a group of the most fit; the fighters. You don't even need to be dying from walkers then, they begin picking each other off; and that, at the lowest point, when you run off on your own, it when you loose your humanity.
That was a year ago, and not much has changed since the dead started walking, the day was filled with running from the dead and the living.
I remember when my biggest problem was how I was going to skip my 6 o'clock class because I was to hung over to move, or if I was going home from spring break or to a week long party.
Now it's what are you going to eat next? Who are you going to kill next?
"HEY!"
You start hearing voices.
" HEY GIRL!"
Reality and imagination start mixing, running is all you know.
"HEY!"
Until it's right in front of you.
"You need to leave," a male voice interrupted my inner monolog, the same story that runs over and over in my head, like I was going to get a chance to write it all down in a history book.
"I need you to leave," it stated again.
Finally it snapped back, the real world.
"Do you own this part of the grass I'm standing on?" I quickly turned to view the interrupter.
"As far as the eye can see is ours," a teenage boy in a large brimmed hat was standing behind a gate with a prison in the back of him, one I hadn't notice while wondering in my own world.
"Look, I'm just walking through," I informed the boy while adjusted to our height difference, the moan of walkers could be heard in the middle section of the gate of where the boy was.
"You'll die!" He said again.
"I'll be fine kid, I've been doing this for a long time," I half way smiled at his ignorance of the gun he held out at me, like I couldn't knock it out of his hands, even if he was behind the safety of the gate.
"What's your name?" he questioned looking me up and down, I noticed his eyes on my weapons, not on a particular part of me.
"You don't want to know kid," I adjusted the weight of my backpack.
"My name is Carl," he informed me.
"I didn't want to know that," I turned and began walking away.
"When is the last time you've had something to eat?" the boy questioned following me down the side of the gate, I noted he didn't make noise as he ran, he had been doing this a long time.
"I'm fine kid," I kept on walking.
"We have food!" he informed me again.
"Look, Carl, was it? With the world being like it is, you can't go around inviting people in and offering them food. Didn't you just tell me I needed to leave" I stopped walking but stayed turned around.
"You're really skinny, are you dying?" he continued asking me questions.
Probably, is the first thought that ran through my mind.
"I'm fine," I snapped at the boy.
"CARL!" A voice yelled up from by the entrance of the prison. "Who are you talking to?"
The walkers got riled up.
"They need to stop yelling I'm the one on the outside," I said more to myself than the boy,
Quickly more people started coming out of the prison causing noise, disturbing the walkers; soon they began walking out of the woods towards me, without thought I reached back and grabbed the sword that hung out of my backpack and started swinging. Slicing heads after heads never mattered to me anymore, I was numb to killing, numb to the monster in me.
"There are too many!" another voice yelled to me, as guns started firing taking down some of the walkers around me, only to attract more.
"Climb doll, climb!" A deep southern voice yelled to me! "CLIMB!" all of the people began yelling at I backed against the wall.
"SERIOUSLY CLIMB!" the southern voice rang again.
I didn't want to, everything in me told me not too, this would be a place to end.
"Please!" was the last plead of the southerner before I began climbing; almost to quickly for my own good, I felt all of my muscles strain at being pulled in a different direction then they were used to just running and walking. My large flower printed boots, that I had once bought for looks, barley fit in the links of the fence to lift myself another step.
"Come on doll, keep coming," he continued, a face I still hadn't brought myself to look at, I heard myself grunt almost shocking myself as the fence tore at my exposed skin on my hands and stomach as I lifted my arms up to yank myself higher. My destroyed jeans ripping even more.
Finally my breath returned to me as blood began dripping on my face when they made contact with the barb wire on the top of the fence.
"Come on down now, you're okay!" a females voice yelled to me as I straddled the top, one leg on each side, the wire sticking into my back and stomach.
"I'm okay right here!" I spoke down to them, "I don't do groups, they will move on soon and I'll be gone,"
All of the group below continued to stare up at me.
"Really, go on about your business, I'm fine!" I refused to make eye contact with any of these people, you couldn't trust people anymore.
"We're not going to hurt you," Carl's voice rang up.
"I'm not coming down! I've seen a lot of shit out there, you either eat people, or rape people, or just use them as walker bait! Fuck that, when they leave I'm gone!"
"Suit yourself than darlin'" the deep voice spoke since I began climbing the fence. "Come on ya'll this bitch doesn't need help,"
One by one over the course of an hour the group left the fence side as I took my backpack off and began digging for a rope to tie myself to the top for however long it took the walkers to leave.
Other's POV!
"We can't leave her out there!" Carol spoke as she walked into cell block C, she was the last one to leave the fence where the blonde was perched.
"She doesn't want to come in, we can't make her!" Daryl argued with Carol, "We need to focus on getting more formula for ass kicker."
"She only doesn't want to come in because she doesn't trust us!" Carol yelled back at Daryl "She can't be very old,"
"She'll make a move, either she will come over and be with us, or she will go the other way, she can't stay up there forever," Rick spoke to the group.
"She's skinny, really skinny," Carl stated, "She was the first one that wasn't begging for help," he continued, "I want her to stay,"
"We don't even know her Carl," Rick argued with his son.
"Did you see how she fought those walkers, she's like..."
"Like Daryl," Beth interfered, " She moved like a cat, as quiet as could be,"
"We could use someone like her," Carol added.
"We don't know her," Rick silenced the group before walking away.
REG POV
I waved in and out of consciousness the whole day, every time I opened my eyes the sun was at a different point in the sky. The boy was right, I hadn't eaten anything in a long time. I was thankful I had thought to tie myself to the fence, otherwise I'd be dead at the bottom no matter which way I fell; when I finally gained back enough energy to open my eyes for good it was completely dark out.
"You bout' done?" the voice from earlier rang out as the walkers below began shaking the fence.
"I'm not coming down, not that way," I tried to get a good look at all of the walkers; never the other side of the fence, I knew I shouldn't look at them.
"You can't stay up there forever," a small growl came out with the statement, "Either you go that way and be bit, or you stay up there and die and become one anyway,"
"I'll be fine, I've been taking care of myself since this started," I tried to count the number of walkers, even though I kept loosing track at fifty.
"Suit yourself then," a shift of gravel from his side of the fence was heard. "A bowl of food is at the bottom if you change your mind, if you don't come down now, you're out for the night, what is your name anyways?"
"It doesn't matter," I snapped at the man.
"Okay it doesn't matter, don't come banging on the door after its shut, we shoot then ask questions." after that the sound of a heavy door sliding echoed through the valley in front of the prison and through the gate.
"Great!" I mumbled untying myself trying to think of a plan.
Other's POV
"She fell!" Carl's voice rang out through the prison, waking the group! The common room began filling. "She fell off the gate, I think she's dead,"
"Great, I told that bitch to die on the other side of the fence!" Daryl's gravely voice snapped following Carol and Rick out of the door towards where they had left the stubborn girl.
"She's not dead," Hershel was already outside staring out at where the girl was laying on the ground, her sword beside her, gripped tightly in her hand, both were covered in blood, along with spots on her shirt and running down her jeans, her hands where torn up from holding onto the barbed wire for so long.
But there was something else Daryl noticed, half of the walkers in the field were dead.
"I think she's passed out," Hershel continued.
"She went over, to the other side, look," Carl was the first one to say it out loud.
"Yes, I'd say that is what happened! There must have been to many of them and she climbed the fence again," Rick moved closer to the fence inspecting the walkers on the other side, "I don't think I could of done all of this in the day time," Rick looked back at the small girl's body, wondering how she could of managed that, knowing that moment they needed her on their side; no matter what was to face them, she was a fighter.
"Tie her up and inspect her for bites! Make sure she's not dead," Rick informed Maggie and Hershel. Grabbing Daryl's arm dragging him away with him not waiting for a reply from the others.
"Carl is right, we need her!" He informed the archer, " I don't think any of us could of done that much damage alone, at night, half staved none the less,"
"We don't know her, like you said, she could be bringing more trouble then she's worth, and besides you don't learn how to fight like that without a better reason than some walkers after you," Daryl didn't make eye contact with the man speaking to him, he continued staring out to the field that the girl had done all the damage in. She was small, young and thinner than a pole, sickly thin.
"We need to try Daryl, we need someone like her."
This wasn't the first time I woke up tied to a bed. First instinct is to raise your legs and get your head off the bed.
"We are not going to hurt you!" An older man with white hair popped in front of my vision. "We had to check you bites before we brought you in!"
"Untie me!" I screamed! Not caring what the walkers thought of it, I'd be able to get away from them and leave them to munch on these people.
"My name is Hershel I..."
"Why do you people keep telling me your names, they don't matter anymore don't you get it?! We are not who we were before!"
"Calm down sweetheart!" a female voice startled me, causing me to attempt to jump even higher; when my head shot back I heard a loud crack and everything went black.
Other's POV
"She's severely UN-norished, signs of fatigue, a sprained ankle and her shoulder is dislocated, other than that and a poor attitude she's fine." Hershel informed the group slowly making his way out of the cell, still adjusting to his crutches.
"She is a little negative isn't she," Beth agreed trying to make the group laugh, something she was usually trying to do.
"She's realistic," Daryl mumbled in the corner.
"How under nourished is she?" Carol asked, staring into the cell where the girl was passed out.
"I'd say if she doesn't eat in the next few days she's a goner," Hershel pondered also looking in on the young girl, "She can't be any older than 20, and she can't weigh more than 100 pounds," he almost felt bad for the girl, he hasn't seen a child in this state in a long time, "I put her shoulder back into place, her ankle has been that way for a long time, it just needs to rest, she's been running on it for a long time."
"Think she's going to be a problem?" Rick asked the two older members who had been in the cell with the girl.
"She's got blood under her nails, it's not walker blood," Hershel look glum when he informed the group, knowing it wouldn't take much for Rick to kick her out.
"You heard her!" Carol defended the girl, "It sounds like she has come across the worst kinds of people out there, she's young, blonde and gorgeous, even covered in ten pounds of dirt and blood." she paused to look the girl once over again, "She did what she had to do, she doesn't look like a killer to me,"
"We're all killers now," Daryl came over to really get a good look at the girl for the first time, how could she survived this long without getting a little dirty. "Me, you, even Beth and Carl, and that was in a group, she was on her own,"
REG POV
When I finally opened my eyes they blurred in and out trying to adjust to being inside, my wrists burned where the rope was tied around them and to the top of the bed frame behind me. I was definitely inside the prison, tied with the barred door closed.
"Great Lennon, get your ass tied and locked, you should of never stopped to talk to that fucking kid,"
"So the name is Lennon then?" a gruffly voice broke out, as I slinked my feet up under me to be sitting against the bed frame. I began twisting and turning my wrists in the rope until I felt my wrist slip out of the rope, warm liquid ran down my arms when I readjusted to get the other wrist out.
"It's rude to ease drop," I muttered, "Now untie me so I can leave!" I tried to keep my voice at a reasonable level.
"Here, eat this!" He put a bowl through the gate on the ground.
"How am I supposed to get that? I'm tied up!"
"that's your problem," he stated, a small smile almost coming to his face, " I'm just going to sit and watch,"
"Let me go so I can leave!"
"We can't let you go just yet, first we are going to feed you and then escort you to the gate, where you can have a chance with the walkers; or you can choose to stay, help out, pull your own weight."
"I'll take my chances," I snapped, "I'm not hungry"
"Your dying by the way, your starving to death," he adjusted the cross bow on his back, "It's to bad too, your a good little fighter, I've seen what you did to them walkers!"
"I couldn't take them all, that why I climbed back over the fence,"
"Well those are your choices, eat and live or die and eat," he turned away before talking again, "Name's Daryl, I'll be back to find our your choice, remember you don't have long, you're dying darlin'"
AN: I don't own any of the characters or the story itself just Lennon! We are going to start at season 3, somewhere around Hounded.
So Spoilers from then on out.
Let me know what you think!