Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Maximum Ride or The Walking Dead
It has been a week since the rest of the flock was killed by those… things. I can not get the memory of that day out of my head. All the blood. The screams. And the look in Angel's eyes when one of those "things" bit into her neck. Angel, my poor baby. I was feeling the same emotion that I felt 9 years ago when she got kidnapped by The School, only 5x worse. I felt empty inside, like someone had taken out all the feeling from my body, I felt numb. The great Maximum Ride has been defeated, and I do not know what to do with myself anymore. I have just been flying aimlessly around the country with little food or sleep. My good sense of direction told me I was somewhere over Georgia. I began yawning, and realized it would be a good idea to take a nap for a couple hours, and then I could continue flying. To where? I don't know. I pretty much nose dived into a tree that had plenty of leaves on it for cover. It was a good spot in the forest and I'm hoping none of those "things" were going to be there. I landed on a sturdy looking branch and tucked my wings into my jacket. I laid down on the branch like I have hundreds of times before and slowly drifted into sleep.
Later on I was woken up by rustling in the leaves below me. I quickly sprung up on instinct and knew it was a mistake due to the noises I would make. Knowing not to trust anyone, I stayed crouching on the branch. I looked down to see who was there. I saw three men. One was Caucasian with short dark brown hair, blue eyes and a light shadow, he was holding a gun. The other was possibly Hispanic but it was hard to tell, he was muscular and had a shaved head, he was also holding a gun. The third one was wearing a sleeveless shirt and was holding a crossbow. Even without raptor hearing you could hear what they were saying because everything was so quiet. "Rick, do you honestly think this girl is still alive?" the bald man asked with a southern accent. The man with the crossbow furrowed his brows at this question but stayed silent. "We can't stop looking." The man I'm assuming is named Rick said. "There is a possibility that she stil-" he started to say but was cut off when I shuffled slightly and a big branch, that was next to me, fell out of the tree. "What was that?" the bald man asked. "Dinner." The man with the crossbow replied aiming it at the tree. I heard the sound of the arrow fly through the air and hit me in the lower stomach. Ah, shit. I lost my balance and fell off the branch. I felt the sharp stings of branches cutting my skin, and heard some breaking underneath my weight. I landed hard on my back with a thud. All the wind was knocked out of me and I passed out.