"What's wrong with this picture?" Michonne asked as she, Rick, Carl, and The new kid Jamie stood outside a very large White House surrounded by two dozen decapitated walkers. It looked like something Michonne would have done, but it wasn't her. So the quartet was gawking at their surroundings until Rick piped up an "It doesn't matter. We still need to clear it."
Carl hummed in agreement as Jamie made a sound of the opposite of comfort. He knew he asked to tag along on their supply run, but this was kind of crazy.
Rick went first, stepping over bodies of the dead, followed by Michonne, then Carl, then Jamie.
On the inside, there were headless walkers strewn about the room. Blood lined the walls like graffiti. Jamie shivered in disgust.
Rick banged on the walls to attract any living Walkers to them, even though he doubted there were any. After a moment he began to speak, but then there was a quiet but audible snarl and some stumbling. It was coming from upstairs. The soft snarling sound became more audible as it neared the top of the stairs which was unseen.
Michonne and the rest of the group pulled their weapons, ready to attack. Carl took a step forward but suddenly, there was a sharp slicing sound and a large thump. Then there was the sound of something rolling down the stairs. The head of a walker rolled to the feet of a shaking Jamie, who was holding his gun up shakily at the sound of boots slowly descending the stairs.
The assailant reached the bottom of the stairs and paused before turning the corner with a gun directly to Carl's forehead. Whoever they were, they were wearing a black hooded vest, a black fitted shirt, maroon skinny jeans, and black combat boots. They were wearing their hood so they couldn't see their face. They were also holding a machete in their free hand.
Immediately after the figure had pointed their gun, everyone else (except Michonne who had a sword) took aim to shoot them. Upon seeing people, the person lowered their weapon. They were a tad shorter than Carl which raised Rick's suspicions.
The person didn't say anything before removing their hood to reveal long
daring curly jet black bouncy hair, brown cold eyes, an unusually beautiful scowl (in Carl's eyes anyway). She was African-American with the least bit of blood on her pretty little face.
The only one who stopped aiming at her was Carl because she was looking right into his blue eyes. They stared at each other for a second before Rick, still aiming, spoke up. "What's your name?"
Her gaze shifted to him and she skillfully (again like Michonne) flipped her 3 foot machete into the black sheath on her back.
"Bad..." Jamie mumbled. He watched her flip her gun into the holster on her belt.
"Ass." He finished. She glared at him without turning her head then looked back at Rick.
"Abigail."
'That's a pretty name.' Carl thought. Jamie and Rick lowered their weapons as well as Michonne who kept her hand on the handle. Of coarse Abigail noticed this.
"Abigail, how old are you?" Rick asked. He was doing the question test, only with more questions.
"Thirteen." She said. She was only a year younger than Carl. A year younger than Jamie too.
"How many walkers have you killed?"
She cocked her head and closed her eyes, then looked around the room at all the decapitated walkers. "In total?" She asked not looking at them.
"In total."
She looked directly at Rick. "More than I can count." She said, looking around.
"How many people have you killed?" That made her look up at him a little startled.
"One." She said.
"Why?" Rick asked. He didn't want to push her but he had to ask these questions.
She hesitated for a second. "He tried to rape me." She said honestly.
Carl's eyebrows went up. It was his turn to ask a question. "Are you alone?" He asked. She looked to him and raised her eyebrows, amused.
"Yes I am."
"How long have you been alone?" Rick asked. She looked back at him. "Since all this crap started." She said, truthfully.
The room was quiet for a moment. "Do you want to come with us? To our camp?" Carl asked. She looked at him and gave the slightest of smiles.
"Why not. It's better than being alone." She said before leaning to pick something up from around the corner. Rick put his hand on his gun just in case.
She stood up with two full to bursting plastic bags and a large black back pack. She gave the backpack to Carl who looked inside.
"Woah..." The pack was filled with cans of food and boxes of rice, and cookies.
She handed one plastic bag to Michonne. Inside was more than enough candy bars. Her mouth opened as she stared wide eyed.
"What's in the other bag?" Rick asked.
"Are there... Babies at your camp?" She asked, not looking at him.
"...yes." He replied unsure of where the conversation was going. Instead of tossing him the bag, she handed it to him. It was filled with baby things. Formula, bottles, toys, pacifiers...
"I had a baby sister. She died before I could get these to her." She mumbled. Rick stared at her.
"Oh and in my back pack here are aspirins, medicines, and what not." She said, changing the subject. Rick was looking at her with immense disbelief.
Jamie looked at the window. "Um guys... I think we should go." He said. Michonne walked over to look out the window. "He's right."
"How many?" Abigail asked.
"More than a dozen." Michonne answered.
There was some shuffling at the back of the house.
Abigail was quick to think. She cut into a walker and began rubbing blood on her clothes. "This is the only way without attracting others." She rubbed it down her right arm then trailed some down the left side of her face.
After a moment everyone began to follow suit.
They went near the side door. Rick looked out the peep whole. "No walkers." He said. He slowly opened the door and stumbled out, mimicking a walker. Michonne, Carl, and Abigail just walked. Jamie however was doing a little too much. He was moaning a little too loud. Abigail who was beside him, kicked him hard enough that a high pitched sound escaped from Jamie's throat and he knew to stop.
As soon as they were away from the house and out of sight, Carl busted out laughing. It startled Abigail who didn't see it coming whatsoever.
"You... Kicked... Jamie." He said between laughs. Abigail looked concerned. "Is that why you're laughing?" She asked. He shook his head.
"No, I'm laughing because we came across a bad ass chick, with a sword, and a huge amount of supplies." He said.
"Are you okay?" She asked, clearly concerned. He looked delirious.
"I'm fine." He said, still chuckling. Abigail smiled a little and looked straight ahead. It was just the two of them. The rest of the group was way in front of them.
"You never told me your name." She said. He looked at her.
"Carl. That's my dad, Rick, Michonne is the one with the katana, and that's Jamie." He pointed as he identified.
Abigail nodded. "Can I ask you something... Silly?"
"Sure, Abigail-"
"Abbie. Call me Abbie." She was getting tired of the name Abigail anyway.
"Okay... Ask away. Abbie."
"Was there anything you were afraid of... Before all of this I mean."
He thought for a moment. "I used to be afraid of heights. I'm not so much anymore. What about you?"
She lowered her head and smiled sheepishly. "Believe it or not, before all this, I used to be... A germaphobe." She said, embarrassed. He chuckled. "For a girl who just slathered walker blood all over her like a pro, I never would've guessed." He said. She laughed. "Oh my gosh. Spiders. It's always been spiders, and it'll always be spiders." She said. Carl nodded.
They didn't say anything else, they just walked in silence. After a while, Carl stopped.
Abbie guessed she just wasn't paying attention because she didn't notice the big gray prison in front of her.
"Welcome to our little camp."