Victoria Grimes III: Animal

by Bamby0304

Alone, Victoria is left to fend for herself. Now, she's no longer herself, instead a primal animal who's only thoughts are of survival. Daryl and the others are on the run, going from house to house. But with Lori's baby coming soon, they all know a permanent shelter is needed. So when the unexpected happens, how will everyone react? Will things ever be the same again?

1. In the Shadows

I scurried along the ground on all fours, finding it natural to walk like an ape instead of a person. My head whiped around as I watched everything around me. I couldn't be caught off guard. So many times had I been fooled by strangers.

The last human I saw had been stupid. They never knew I was watching, now days no one knew I was there. I kept to the shadows, walked with the walkers. But the moment the people made their mistake, and were no more, I stepped up and took whatever I could get off them.

I was an animal, back to basic instincs. Survive. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

I killed when I had to, whether it be human or walker- though I hadn't killed a human in a long while, and it was always for self defense.

I left my new shelter, my home, when I needed. Tracking animals, hunting, trapping and killing what I needed to survive.

I walked with the walkers, limbing and groaning, always covered with their blood so they left me. I was smart, sure- but I was an animal nether the less.

Scurry. Scurry. Low. Don't let them see. Don't let them see.

A rat, scavenging for scrapes and hiding in corners. A rodent.

I collected many things. Things I remembered. A doll, a watch, a hat, a photo album, an arrow though no crossbow, a cap, ribbons, many little things that reminded me of people I could no longer remember faces of.

Names, thats all I had. Theadore. Beth. Andrea. Carol. Sophia. Amy. Randall. Jason. Jim. Dale. Hershel. Patricia. Jimmy. Beth. Maggie. Glenn. Carl. Lori. Rick. Daryl. No faces. Nothing but their names. But I remember the dead. Always the dead. The man with a limb, his hair recently shaved. The old man with his stomach ripped open. The little girl coming out of the barn. The girl by the rock quarry. Walker faces glued to my memory.

Everyday, crouched in my corner, a wrote on the walls. The names, over and over. I was afraid they go away like the faces. And I didn't want them. I was so alone, but they stay with me. Always with me.

I couldn't remember my name. I remembered my faces, seeing it in the water or glass wherever I went. Dirty, bloody, messy. Long Brown hair tangled and knotted, falling down, down, down. Skin, cut and scarred, bloodied and muddy. Eyes lost, alone, sad. Clothes ripped and torn, faded and worn.

I was an animal...

BaMbY