I don't own TWD or any of the characters; only my OC's. Sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy!
Italics: thoughts
September 2011.
She grinned maniacally as she chased after the two men. The girl jumped over a fallen tree and kept running, adrenaline pumping through her system and keeping her going. She could hear their panting and once in a while a desperate sound rose from their throats. The young woman had pierced their car' tires 9 days ago and was hunting them on foot since.
One of them turned his head to look behind, probably to see if she was still following and indeed she was. The pair in front of her was clearly out of energy and tired…not that she was better. She hadn't had a true meal in a while and let's not talk about bathing. A branch whipped her face, but she ignored it: pain was nothing new. Hunger was nothing new.
Once more, she heard their desperate voice: '' We can't escape her! '' one whimpered.
The other pushed him: '' Shut up and run; don't waste your breath speaking!''
The young woman grinned again and stopped to shout: '' NO: YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME!''
She watched them run ahead of her and she quickly darted left; she had studied the state map yesterday; they were heading south and she knew a road that would lead her ahead of them.
The girl took a long respiration and began to sprint toward the said road. After ten minutes she stopped in the middle of it, waiting. Not long after she started to hear sounds from the forest on her right and she silently chuckled.
The two men emerged from the wood and their expression as they saw her was priceless. Their eyes were wide with fear and sweat was dripping from their hair.
'' No…''
She smirked: ''Yes… I chased after you through two states…did you think I would let you slip away now?! ''
The young woman realized she must have been a frightening sight; she was dirty and covered by blood. The sides of her head were tightly french braided in three little braids, leaving the top of her hair to fall to her waist in a long, ponytail. Her calves and forearms were covered by leather; it was a good protection from undead bites. Her right fist was also protected in the same fashion with a leather glove and iron shielded her knuckles. The two 45 centimeters long daggers at her hips were now drawn out, ready to be used.
The tallest man, whom she thought was the leader, pulled out a gun and she laughed loudly: '' I know you only have two bullets left and that your friend doesn't have a gun anymore… ''
'' I only need one bullet to kill you crazy bitch!'' he yelled.
Nothing would stop her now…she would not rest or find peace until they were dead. Around 20 meters separated them; it was a good distance.
The girl suddenly started to sprint toward the pair; a bullet grazed her arm, not truly harming her. The second one though, went through her shoulder, just under her collar bone…however, it was far enough from her arm; her movement would not be to hindered for now.
The second man had the time to draw out a knife; she quickly evaded the blade and pierced his head with it. The man with the gun had begun to run again; she threw one of her daggers at him; it went deep into his lower back and he fell on the ground with a scream.
The girl exhaled and slowly walked to the crawling man; he tried to raise himself, but she pressed a foot between his shoulder blades, crushing him flat on his stomach.
'' I'm sorry, I'm sorry! '' He cried.
'' you're sorry you say… You did not look sorry when you killed them! '' She drawled darkly.
'' please… I-''
She turned the blade in his back, making him groan in pain and shutting him up: '' WE HAD DONE NOTHING TO YOU! THEY WERE INNOCENT!'' She roared.
The young woman pulled out her blade and flipped him on his back, crushing his chest with one knee.
'' we were only trying to survive…'' he whimpered again.
'' We had no guns; we barely had food for ourselves: WE HAD NOTHING! And yet you did not hesitate to assassinate them! '' she growled.
She put the tip of her weapon into his neck: ''…And for this, you will die today.''
His eyes widened: ''plea-''
The girl slowly pushed her blade into his carotid and observed the man as his blood pooled around his head, his life slowly escaping him. She watched with dead eyes the gravel and dirt from the road absorb the blood.
Her own was now joining his in the rapidly growing pool and only now she felt the pain. With difficulty, she rose and looked at the dark, grey clouds above her head; a drop of rain fell on her cheek.
The death of these men did ease the ache in her chest, but barely… It did not give her relief like she thought it would have given her. The young woman stared at the sky and roared loudly her rage and misery.
She sheathed her weapons and gradually began to walk again without even searching the corpses; she was done.
Slowly, she hauled herself on the road, uncaring if it was dangerous. She hadn't truly eaten in a few days; she only caught berries and comestible plants on her way while tracking the men. Before that, it had been a small squirrel. With the adrenaline completely gone, she felt her shoulder throb; she felt how tired she was. Her blood dripped to the ground, leaving a clear, red trail behind her. It would draw walkers to her…or people. She didn't care.
Another drop of rain landed on her, then another and another. Heavy rain soaked her and she let it. What was the point anymore? She had nothing; …she had no one; she was no one.
She noticed noises around her in the woods; she believed it was the undeads, but couldn't hear any grunts and growls normally accompanying them. The girl did not care; she kept walking head down and looking at her feet, wondering how they could keep dragging her.
All of sudden, she heard clapping; someone was applauding in front of her. Ever so slowly, she raised her head: there were two trucks in front of her blocking the road. Men surrounded those, all of them armed and hard looking. The rain didn't seem to bother them at all as they all stood under it like it was nothing.
One, tall man was clapping in his hands, a huge grin splitting his face as he sat on the truck's hood. He wore a dark leather jacket; combat boots and his slick black hair were combed back. A baseball bat rested beside his thigh and she eyed it wearily; it was covered in barbwire and it had obviously served not long ago.
'' It was fucking awesome! '' he shouted as he hopped down from the car, taking his bat with him.
He turned it a few times in the air and finally rested the scary weapon on his shoulder: '' You gave us one, huge ass show; it was so fucking entertaining! We didn't have this much fun in a while, eh guys? '' he asked his men.
Two or three of them grunted their approval, but the girl remained quiet. She didn't like how the situation was looking for her right now. The young woman was tired, hungry and wounded; she would not be able to defend herself properly.
The tall man cocked his head: '' you're really quiet…'' he pointed out.
Her eyes never left his as her hand slowly reached for her dagger at her side.
He ''tut-tut'' her and shook his head: '' None of that shit; you're outnumbered…and you're in our fucking territory.''
The young woman mentally counted the people around her; seventeen. Well, she wasn't going anywhere this time so she chose to speak.
'' I didn't know I was crossing on someone's territory; I only came to take what belonged to me…I'll be on my way now.'' She explained in a flat voice.
For a moment, the man seemed surprised by it; she knew her young tone didn't match her older appearance.
The leather clad man in front of her frowned: '' What belonged to you? We saw you; you didn't take anything from these men… And where the Hell are you from? '' He asked hearing her different accent.
'' I'm from the North…'' It was a half truth; she was Canadian…it was North from here, right? '' …And I took what belonged to me: their lives.''
At her words, the leader burst out laughing, like she had just told him the funniest joke ever. He clapped his knee and turned to his men, who were still silently watching the exchange.
'' You heard that men? Their lives! I think I fucking like her! Well, what says you to come with us? We always need people like you and I'm really fucking tired of this rain. ''
She didn't like that one bit; the girl had a bad feeling about this group…they didn't appear friendly or kind. There was something about them…something she couldn't quite define clearly. However, she also knew she was a long way home; Canada was a long way from here…and her condition was…well, bad. The young woman was aware she had been lucky to make it that far on her own… It didn't matter anyway; she was done, done with everything and everyone.
She shook her head: '' I'll be on my way.'' She repeated as she made a step forward.
As if to clearly put the odds against her, her weakened body staggered and she almost drop to her knees.
Her answer didn't seem to please the leader and he immediately lost his smile: '' You look like shit; you're bleeding like a fucking pig everywhere. The shots these assholes fired have probably alerted all the walkers around; you won't last long, girl.''
She was so exhausted…so, so exhausted; why couldn't they just let her go? She already knew she was dead; she was wounded and she had fired the last bullet from her hunting gun. Hunting was out of the program now and she would starve.
At least she would die honorably.
At a slug pace, she drew out her blades, her left shoulder screaming in pain; it would be her last fight, her last battle. The young woman eyes were empty and devoid of any feelings as she stared back at the man. This one rolled his eyes and sighed: '' What a fucking stupid choice… '' He put a hand on his heart: '' …But, being the good Samaritan I am, I can't let a young lass like you out here in the nature to get killed. '' He made a gesture at his lackeys: '' Get her, men.''
The girl watched them through the wet locks of hair in front of her eyes; they did not even hesitate for a second. Those men were blindly following and obeying their leader.
She tried to take a fighting stance, but she felt her world shift and she staggered again. The young woman tried shaking her head to clear her vision, but it only increased the discomfort. The men were not even here yet that she fell forward, face first in the mud and her own blood that had been pooling around her.
She knew she was losing consciousness, but she could still hear their steps coming toward her even if she didn't see anymore.
This was it.
She would die at the age of sixteen and eight months, in the wood, away from home and without her family…
Her last thoughts were for them: -Je vais vous rejoindre maintenant… Vous n'avez pas eu besoin d'attendre longtemps eh? Papa… Kelly. -
Translation: I'm coming to join you now...You didn't had to wait long eh?...Dad, Kelly.
So... After TWD final Ijust had so much feelings; I NEEDED to write something!