(Chapter 1 First Impressions- Part 1)
"FUCK! Cocksucking motherfucking radio!" yelled Negan, hardly startling Simon as he leaned over the smoking engine of their truck, "You'd think the fuckers would at least look back to see we're not there!" fumed Negan as he thumbed the switch on the dead radio again. The rest of the convoy was at least an hour ahead of them by now, "Ah fuck it.." he mused tossing the radio into the air just in front of him then took a mighty swing with the barbwire covered bat in his hands, smashing the radio into so many broken pieces of plastic and metal.
Simon looked up at the sound of that and chuckled some, "Asshole's probably thought you had some idea for a field trip," he said with a smirk before slamming shut the truck's hood, "This bitch is toast, ready to stretch your legs? We're walking," Simon asked as he reached in to grab his bug-out bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Negan sighed and looked to his right hand man, "Yeah.. not like it's the first time we've been out here," he mused as he rested Lucille over his shoulder and rolled his neck as he and Simon headed down the road to Sanctuary.
They were just about the reach the crest of a hill in the road when Negan stopped short suddenly, his hand reaching out to stop Simon, barred across his chest, "Wait.. you hear that?" he asked as he crouched down a bit and scooted off to get into the trees by the roadside, Simon following behind quickly, the sound that Negan had mentioned reaching his ear as well. The low rising moans of a whole damn lot of the biters. Negan growled some and looked to Simon, "Well fuck me running..." he muttered, "That sounds like a hell of a lot.. too damn many to- Shit-fuck!" he cried out as a legless and silent biter suddenly reached up from behind Simon, grasping his lieutenants shoulder as it tried to pull itself up for a fatal bite. Reacting quickly Lucille quickly found her way into the biters head.. a few times.. for good measure.
Unfortunately the commotion got the attention of the bigger group on the road and just like that there were at least two dozen of the things coming over the hill.
Simon saw the group and shook his head, "Fuck 'em, we'll just go the long way around, fuckers aren't' that fast," he mused as he and Negan moved to do just that. They were going down a small hill in the woods when suddenly the log that Simon stepped on rolled under his foot, sending him crash rolling down the hill, "Ahhh! Fuck!" he cried out, his hands moving to hold his knee, "Damnit.. it's my knee.. it's fucked," he groaned as Negan came over to him.
"Come on you lazy fuck, we gotta get outta here," he said as he bent down, one hand hanging onto Lucille as his other arm helped Simon to stand, the zeds closing in on them ever closer. Simon lifted his pistol shooting until he was out of ammo, nearly every shot finding it's mark but with so many following them.. and steadily gaining, it wasn't nearly enough.
When one of the biters stumbled out in front of them he knew they were surrounded. Negan yelled out, swinging one handed with Lucille and brained the walker but it would be too little too late as well as more of the things piled around them.
From not too far off but hidden behind a tree, Lilabet watched the goings-on of the two men. "Aw, that sucks, they're about to get their asses chomped," she said as she shared the last bit of jerky she had with the 3 year old pup sitting down at her feet. The pup, Max (a half border collie half pit) happily ate his ration then put his paw up on her leg...whining a bit. Lilabet frowned, "Bud, I cannot go saving everyone we come across...You AND me are gonna get ourselves killed that way!" she said trying to reason with the dog who laid down and did not look at her. Rolling her eyes she sighed and slung the backpack to her front. "Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better then you doin' you," she sung to herself quietly as she pulled out a jar of Walker viscera.
Dropping the bag she checked the gun in the holster on her hip then rolled up her left sleeve to expose her most prized weapon. It was known as a Ninja Forearm Machete. She had seen it worn by Cosplayers for the video game BloodRayne. The machete part was made from a solid piece of stainless steel about 15 inches long. The handle had an ergonomic grip and a strap that wraps around her forearm for support. The best part was that the machete part was controlled by a small lever that allowed it to slide out and slide back in for the best compactness. It was a weird weapon to just 'have' but she had been a part-time cosplayer back in the day and had an uncle who was a blacksmith. Needless to say she won the "Best Costume' contest that year.
Lilabet quickly smeared some of the guts on her shoulders and arms. Max sat up waiting for directions, he was a well-trained dog and this was after a crash course once the dead started walking. She made a motion with her fingers then they stepped out onto the path that led to the horde and the men about to be eaten. With a single finger flick, the all black dog (with a white hourglass chest) ran off towards the horde barking up a storm. A few of the dead noticed him and stepped away from the men, lightening their load for them, and shambled after the dog towards Lilabet...whom was ready to go. Now, even with a cool weapon, she wasn't some ninja master. Some of her swings missed but she managed to put down the 4 walkers that came towards her. Lilabet motioned to Max again and this time he ran off to hide while she walked at the horde...invisible thanks to the guts smeared on her. With the help of her weapon she was able to put the Walkers down quickly and quietly.
Negan was swinging at Walker after Walker, his heavy barbed-wire bat putting down the walkers and making them stay down. Little by little he noticed the horde becoming easier to contain. At one point he thought he was hallucinating as he saw what looked to be a apocalyptic Harley Quinn in front of him suddenly. That hallucination was smashed as he felt her wipe Walker guts on his cheeks then the front of his hands. "Fuck!" he spat. "Shut up, grab your friend and meet me by that tree where the dog is hiding," she told them, pointing to said tree and dog. Seeing some of the Walkers drawn to his yell, he got Simon up and the two rushed over to the tree...Negan dropped Simon to sit of course and decided to watch the woman make quick work of what was left of the walkers.
Once safe, she wiped her forehead of sweat then headed back to the men she saved. Negan had a smile growing lips as she walked at them, even with Walker guts on her face (football style) she still was very very good looking. It was rare to see a woman who still worried about her appearance these days but Lilabet realized a person needed one thing...one personal thing that they could do for themselves in order to make themselves feel better. For her it was clothes and makeup...which was funny because she had been a tomboy most of her life. But now that looting was common, she 'looted' herself a whole new wardrobe. Today (very late afternoon) she was wearing a pair of form fitting (the material that hugged her curves were also stretchy) blue jeans and a black soft ribbed bell sleeved off the shoulder top. Her bright red hair was done up in a tight bun...it was always like that tho. A walker once got a handful of her hair and there was no more leaving it down after that.