A/N: So, this is officially my first fanfiction posted, so, review away and I hope you like it.
Gunshots could be heard throughout the clearing, panicked screams mingling with the sounds of flesh being ripped from bone. The woman who just happened to find herself caught in the middle of it ran, she ran as fast as she was able. Her long, auburn brown hair flew behind her in thick waves, her emerald eyes, which used to hold such life were now slightly dulled, but what else could you expect with how the world was now? It's been exactly two and a half years since the outbreak, the world was in ruin and the infected roamed around everywhere.
The amount of non-infected, well, that was near non-existent now. She looked around frantically for the people she traveled with but all she found were a few bodies here and there, some faces familiar, some not. She could hear the groans of the walkers a few feet from her and she looked over and saw one of the men she travelled with being torn apart. She raised her pistol and shot the man in the head; his screams being silenced and then she shot the two walkers that were on top of him in their heads, the bullet successfully putting them down.
She was stupid, she knew the shots would only cause more to come but she couldn't leave her friend to die so painfully. She ran as fast as she could, leaning down to grab at any backpack she saw, thankfully grabbing at a nice sized machete and another pistol for her small weapons collection.
She continued on her way, running until she was at the end of the field, the small car they rode in in her sights. She continued to run but right when she grabbed at the door she heard multiple gunshots, stopping her in her tracks at the large amount she heard overhead. The groans of the undead finally stopped and she turned to look behind her to see at least 20 dead ones laying in bloody heaps on the ground, the cool air outside because of the beginning of fall thankfully keeping the horrible smell of the rotting flesh down compared to what the heat would do.
From the woods walked out multiple men, all dressed in put together, relatively clean clothing. She looked down at herself for a moment, her tight, torn and bloodied up jeans clinging to her skin, the blood seeping through, and her ripped and frayed at the edges flannel slightly torn open to revel one of the only bras she had left, a black laced one, which also had blood stains on it.
She had a decent figure, although if one looked close enough it would be easy to see that she would look more appealing if she was able to keep the weight on her. Her full breasts heaved with her breathing, the curve of her backside pushed back against her car. She had a belt hanging loosely on her hips which held her other machete and her pistol, and strap on her left ankle that held a small dagger for emergencies. She gripped tightly to the two backpacks she was able to grab, her own hanging on her shoulders as she watched the men, and a few women, walk from the woods and began to slowly make their way in her direction.
What caught her attention though was the loud, sickening sound of a blunt object meeting a body part and it caused her to turn to her left and notice a man beating a walkers head in. As he stood, she noticed the leather jacket over a white t shirt he had on, the loose but form fitting black jeans he wore, a set of large black boots on his feet and as she looked closer, she noticed he had on a pair of leather gloves. He had black, greying short hair with facial hair to match, a few grey hairs mixed in with his short, well-kept beard.
"Well, what do we have here?! It looks to me like you, little missy, just got your ass saved by the saviors!" He chuckled, his voice full of his own ego. She jumped slightly at the sound of his booming voice and as he approached her, she noticed the others stopped a fair way away, apparently giving him the space to come to her on his own. His steps stopped, his shoes in her line of sight and she tilted her head to look up at him, having to look up quite a bit considering she was a mere 5'2 and this man seemed to be a tall 6'3. Meeting her eyes with his brown ones, he spoke out again, his voice still holding that powerful feel but not so loud now.
"Now, what are we supposed to do with you now? We had to use quite a bit of bullets to save your ass, gas to turn around when we noticed the screams of your fallen friends.. Huh." He stood there, his hand on his chin as if in thought. She looked down and noticed the bat in his hand was bloodied and wrapped with barbed wire, fascinated with the looks of it. She took a moment to understand his words, realizing quickly that he expected her to repay them in some way and she spoke up, her voice soft but not fearful in anyway of the man.
"I'd love to pay you back, sir, but I don't have much to offer... My camp was overrun and I just lost the rest of it to the walkers... I do thank you for helping me, but I don't know what I could do in return. "
He let out a loud, joyful laugh and reached forward to pat her head like one would a child. "Oh no darlin, no need to call me sir. The names Negan, and I'm the leader of these fine people here that just saved you. You may not have a lot to offer, but you have something..." His words stopped for a moment as his eyes trailed over the length of her small but curvy body, his eyes lingering on her bright green eyes, meeting them through her wild hair. He gave a nod of his head, seeing potential in the woman.
The woman squirmed a little under his gaze, her eyes hardening slightly as she reached up to move the hair from her face and she stared him back in the eyes, challenging him to even attempt something on her person. Her hand went to grip the hilt of her machete before he let out another chuckle and reached over to grip her wrist gently with his large hand. "Calm down darlin, I ain't gonna take advantage of you if that's what you're thinkin. Damn, that fire though, got me tempted!"
He removed his hand from around her wrist and shook his head, that same grin on his face. "Nooo, what I have in mind is you come back with me to our little community and we put you to work! Let's see where you fit in? We have ourselves a whole community that could always handle some new bodies to help with the work. Get you a nice place to rest that pretty head, some food in your belly."
She continued to stare up at him, surprised at his offer, not seeing any harm in it she nodded her head for a moment, still in slight shock from the days events. "Ahh, one more thing. What's your name? Gotta put a name with that face." He rose his hand and motioned over towards a few people and two men and a woman began to walk over.
"Laura.. " He nodded his head and turned to the ones who came over. He gave them a few instructions, low enough to where Laura was unable to hear but she paid them no mind. He turned back to her and gave her a smile while pointing to the man to his left. She looked over, taking in his features. He was a shorter man, coming to around 5'7 with long greasy black hair, which was thrown into a low pony tail. He had a cleanly shaven face with a strong jaw line and dark brown eyes, his skin a fair white in color. He was a little on the chubby side, a simple white long-sleeved t shirt and jeans on his body with a pair of tan hiking boots on his feet. "Johnny here is going to help you gather up your things and you'll ride with him and Sherry to the sanctuary. I'll see ya there." He raised his bat to rest it over his shoulder and walked off to the larger group of people, the other man who he called over following behind him.
She looked over and noticed the other woman, her long blonde hair thrown into a messy bun, her deep blue eyes holding warmth. Her nose and left eye brow were pierced, her skin a darker tan color, looking like she may have been mixed with something or other. She had her own curves, her large breasts straining against the black and grey flannel she wore, a black tank top underneath it. Her tight jeans were tucked into grey combat boots, an axe attached to her back and a simple shotgun in her hand. She gave the woman a soft smile and stuck her hand out for a handshake.
"Names Sherry, nice to meet you. Now, let's get a move on so Negan doesn't get pissed. He isn't a patient man." Laura stuck her hand out and shook her hand, thankful to encounter another nice face. The man with them stayed in the back, not really paying attention to them but was observing their surroundings for any sort of threat. Laura turned to her car and dug through the back grabbing another bag that had a few cans of food and water bottles and other various items. Dumping one of the other backpacks contents into it and stuffing the empty one in the pack. She reached in and grabbed a large, rolled up black and blue comfortable looking blanket, holding it to her hip and she nodded her head. "Alright.. That's everything I have." Sherry smiled and nodded her head and motioned for the man to go get the truck.
"This car have much gas in it?" She turned towards Laura as she spoke.
"No, it's right at E... We were basically running on fumes. We stopped to check out the farm house up that way but there was a hoard we didn't notice.. By the time I tried to warn everyone, it was too late " She sighed and looked down, no tears coming from her because she wasn't entirely close to the ones she lost but there was still sorrow in her green orbs. She jumped when she felt a pat to her shoulder and looked up to see Sherry's smile. "I know it's hard, but being at the sanctuary, it'll be a lot better. We rarely lose others and it's a lot more secure. There may be some... Odd rules and things that go on, but I can promise it'll be the best you've had in a long time. "
A:N Alright, first chapter down! It's gonna get good, trust me.