Hi guys, this is my first fanfic so go easy on me, I would love to hear what you guys think and I'll be including you guys in the decision making later on ;), I would love to know how I could improve so don't be scared to point out parts that might need improvement. I apologise in advance for any grammatical and spelling mistakes. I aim for longish chapters but that may not always be the case. This is a slow burn fic, I'm not sure if there will be smut, I've never written it before but the rating will be PG-13 just in case. I'm making Carl 15-16 in this and Dominika is 16-17.I have postedthis on Wattpad under the name AcetoneBlood.
All characters belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC except for Dominika she is my OC (any similarities to other peoples OC's are coincidental) All pictures from The Walking dead TV show belong to AMC.
Big thanks to my friend Taylor who kindly proof-read and edited this for me!
I'm going to try update at least once a week but I want every chapter edited and proof-read so it may vary, don't worry you will get an update! If you like the story please comment or vote, it would really help me out :D Lets try get this to 5 votes by the next update!
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Dominika's P.O.V
"SH*T" I whispered, the groans of the dead were close, closer than I liked. I got up off the floor of the cabin I found nestled in a dense patch of trees and looked out the window. Sure enough, there were at least 30 of the dead out there. "They must be from the herd I found" I murmured. I needed to leave ASAP, I knew that the dead could easily tear down this cabin. I quickly packed up my sleeping bag and as stealthily as I could manage in the tiny cabin, checked for a way to get out. No such luck. In the few seconds I had wasted, the dead had practically surrounded the cabin. I needed a distraction. Thinking fast I checked my bag, and thankfully it still contained two flares I hadn't used from the mission. "But how do I manage to throw that out there without being seen" I whispered to myself as I looked around. Could the roof be a possibility? There was a hole big enough for me to fit through, the only problem was how to get up there without making a racket. I spotted two crates wedged up the corner of the room, and dragged them as quietly as I could under the hole. A few of the dead turned at the sound, but didn't make any further moves towards the cabin. Being fairly short meant the crates were almost as big as me, however my training from the Academy gave me the agility and strength to get up and stay up. Once I got my bearings and checked out the hole I lit the flare and threw it, then quickly ducked and jumped down off the crates. As the flare lit up with a blaze of colour, I tried to quietly open the door of the cabin. My foot caught on the edge of the step, causing me to fumble slightly. An involuntary noise escaped my lips, alerting some of the dead which then rushed toward me. Their grotesque faces still shocked me after all this time, and my concentration lapsed for a split second. I didn't have enough time to get out one of my knives, or my gun, and cursed under my breath. "You should have had it out and ready Domi" I said to myself harshly. I had no choice but to run, and hope I would eventually lose the things following me.
I had been running for what seemed like forever and the dead were still following. Luckily my past meant that I had good endurance, however even I was beginning to falter. I noticed that the trees ahead were thinning out, and before I knew it I was in a small creek. "CRAP" I yelped, I could hear the dead's groans behind me as I struggled to get up the steep bank on the other side of the water. When I finally hoisted myself up I saw a high chain-link fence and... people? I squinted slightly, willing my eyes to focus. There were three people, and from what I could see they were killing the dead that had gathered up at the fence from the inside. I saw a gate slightly off to the right and ran to it, willing that the dead would stay occupied at the fence. One of the people on the other side yelled out as they noticed that I wasn't dead, and ran to the gate. They opened it and I ran inside, narrowly missing the fast approaching creatures behind me. I wouldn't exactly appreciate being eaten by those things. The first thing I noticed about the man who opened the gate was that he had a nice looking crossbow, which also happened to be pointed at my head. "Who are ya" he asked in a gruff Georgian accent. Long dark brown hair covered part of his blue eyes, and his shirt was a button up plaid but with the sleeves ripped off. 'Redneck' I thought instantly. "Dominika Avdeyev" I replied confidently, I wasn't scared of the crossbow aimed right between my eyes, I could easily disarm the redneck but that wasn't in my best interests right now. Right now I needed shelter, water and food and this seemed like an ideal place to get it. "What do ya want?" the redneck asked as he narrowed his eyes. "Food, water, shelter and to preferably not get shot in the head" I said as I crossed my arms and put my weight on one leg. "How long do ya plan on stayin?' ", "As long as you're willing to have me" I replied, looking around quickly. All these questions were tedious but I couldn't blame him, they had a nice setup here. The redneck didn't look surprised at my answer "I'll hav'ta ask ya three questions before we can let ya stay" He said. "Go ahead" I told him, looking him directly in the eyes. "How many walkers have ya killed?", "Walkers?" I asked, is that what they call the dead? "The dead things that want ta eat ya" the redneck replied with a smirk. "Oh, at least 20" I said easily. "How many humans have you killed?" he asked roughly. SH*T, that's not a question I wanted to answer, but I decided to tell the truth, as I could see quite clearly that lying wouldn't get me far. "17" I said quickly, causing the redneck to narrow his eyes further. "Why?" he inquired. "I was an assassin for the Russian Government, I came here on a mission which was cut short by the outbreak, the 17 people that I have killed though, they died before this whole thing went down" I said, not as easily as I would have liked. He looked surprised, "Are ya lying?", "No and I can prove that". Before he had a chance to process what I had said, I quickly disarmed him and put the crossbow on the ground. A look of surprise crossed his face as he picked up his crossbow and looked it over, seemingly more worried about it than the contract killer in front of him. "Don't worry I didn't damage it, I wouldn't damage a fine crossbow like that" I told him with a smirk. I love my weapons after all. He looked me up and down and said "Stay here, I have to get another person's opinion on whether to let you stay". He narrowed his eyes yet again, does he ever stop doing that? "Okay, but can I sit in the shade? I won't move or anything" I asked quickly. He opened the tower next to us with a key from inside his pocket, motioning for me to go inside. "Sit in there and don't move" he demanded. I did as I was told, as I wanted to stay here badly. My past wasn't exactly the best way to gain an invitation, but I hoped that they would see me as an asset, not an enemy.
The redneck came back about ten minutes later with an older man who had grey hair pulled back into a pony tail and a longish beard, obviously they weren't big on haircuts here. He asked the same questions and I gave him the same answers. "I hope your history won't come back to bite you or us, but I think you will be a good addition here. You can stay." The old man told me. 'Thank god' I thought, and gave a sigh of relief. I knew that I couldn't stay out there by myself for much longer. Unfortunately there is only so much that Academy training can cover, and it didn't stretch to include a world infested with flesh eating dead people, or walkers as the people here had called them.