There was absolutely no energy left. He bones hurt and her bruises had bruises. She was dirty and felt like a caveman from year one. Her feet started to ache more, if that was even possible.
She started to stumble and she knew, she just knew that there was no moving on. Instead if collapsing in the middle of street she shuffled her way over to a car and climbed in.
Her only chance of survival was if someone found her. She would have laughed at the thought, if she had enough energy.
There was only one thing she could do for herself now. The only thing that had kept her sane for however long she had been roaming around.
She closed her eyes and laid her head down on the dashboard. "God I know you're there and I know you can hear me. And I know that a million other people are asking and begging for your help right now." She paused and started to hiccup because of her crying. "But I just hope and pray that you remember that I'm still here! And that if you could just... put someone on the path to find me here. I would be ever so thankful. If I don't die and someone finds me I swear I will find a way to help people. I am so grateful for all the blessings you have given me since they came. But please this one thing would mean so much. Thank you again. Amen."
She lifted her head from the dashboard and whipped her tears. No more crying today just sleep. She laid down on the front seats and attempted to get comfortable.
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When she woke up again it was to gunfire and some mechanical whirring. To her horror there were two of the alien robots accompanied by many of the other creatures not of this earth about two yards away from her current location.
Suddenly there was an explosion and the hood of the car was on fire.
"Oh my gosh." She mumbled completely stunned unable to move.
She heard someone yell "You blow it's freaking head of!" And not five seconds later one of the creepy crawly creatures died right at the wheel of the car. It twitched and then went still.
Only one robot was left, and not for long as something came from the building behind and blew it to bits.
After a few seconds everyone stopped shooting. But she could still hear gunshots from the back.
"Stop shooting!" Someone yelled and after two shots they did.
"Get the hell out of there!" Someone else was screaming "We have eight minutes till-" the rest of the sentence was cut off by the squeal of the creepy crawler that she thought to be dead near the tire. Apparently nobody else heard it though. They had all moved on.
She sat up father to see if she could get out. The crawler was still twitching but she figured she could tiptoe around it. Besides that the coast looked clear. She got the front car door open a few inches when she heard a bang and then footsteps.
A boy was walking toward the crawler.
"What are you doing?" Another boy asked coming around the corner, holding his gun in a position to shoot.
The other one didn't respond, he kept walking toward the creature. It got up somehow and tried to attack him but he stuck a knife up its throat. Blood started to splatter onto his arms and he threw the crawler on the ground. He turned around to face his friend knife still in hand.
"Oh my gosh." She said, breathing out each word. It was louder than intended because the boy that had just killed the creature looked at her. They locked eyes and there was a silence. But what is one to say after such events?
His friend was the one that broke the silence "Where did you come from?"
She just sat there mouth open and looked at the both of them. "I-I was here earlier. Asleep. I-I woke up to the scene that you all caused."
They all sat there just looking at each other for about thirty seconds. Nobody really knew how to respond. In this time she took in both boys appearances. The one that had just killed the creature had sandy blond hair and looked about fifteen or sixteen. He was tall too. The other one was tall as well, taller in fact. He had black hair and still had his gun raised.
There was a rustling farther away and all three heads turned to look. It looked as if another crawler was coming out from the alley. But it wasn't crawling; it seemed as if it was being dragged.
This detail didn't affect the blond haired boy one bit. He quickly put away his knife and pointed his gun. In the dim light she saw something that looked like a foot?
She jumped from the seat of the car and screamed "No!"
Too late. He shot it three times. The crawler dropped to the ground to reveal a man.
When she saw the blood on his torso her hands went to her mouth and gasped. "You shot him." She said it so quietly she was sure nobody heard her but her.
The blond stood there obviously stunned he had shot someone. "Dad?" He yelled. Out to the man
That sent her head for a spin. Dad! The boy just shot his father!
"Dad!" The other one screamed as well. So they were brothers. The man collapsed and both boys ran to him. They sat there and looked at their dad for a while. There was another rustling way back in the alley were their dad had come from.
The blond one got up ready to point his gun again. "No we don't have time for that." His brother told him. "We have to get out of here now. Help me with dad." He pointed to the girl "You with us. Let's go." Without hesitation she grabbed her backpack and extra pair of shoes and ran after the pair now carrying the man.
They came to a group of people either motorcycles or sitting in the back of a truck.
"Where did they come from?" One man with long hair called out, indicating her and the wounded man before driving away. The two boys put their father in the back of the truck and climbed in with the others. The dark haired one motioned for her to do the same.
She sat there a little secluded from the group. She tried not to focus her sight on one thing or person for too long. Everything just happened so quickly. She didn't know where to look or what to think.
Her glancing around was interrupted by a hand being put in her face. She looked up to see it belonged to the dark haired brother. "My name is Hal." He stated and she shook his hand. He gestured to his brother "That's my brother Ben." Ben gave an awkward wave. "And that would be Anthony right next to you." He indicated the black man on her right. "So now you know who we are, you should tell us who you are."
"My name's Madilyn." She said.
"Can I see what's in the bag?" Hal asked.
"Why?"
"To make sure you're not armed."
She nodded her approval and he grabbed it from at her feet without hesitation.
"Books? Don't these things get heavy?" Ben the other brother asked.
"My sanity is worth more than avoiding a few shoulder pains." Madilyn countered rather sarcastically.
They all gave her a odd look. Mostly likely wondering why she was being rude.
"Sorry. When I get overwhelmed I get testy. I'm sorry." She apologized. Ben just nodded in response.
The rest of the ride was silent as she expected. She didn't think that anyone would want to talk after they had just witnessed their father being shot, let alone if they were the person who did it. And Anthony didn't seem to want to converse either. So she sat in silence staring at the floor.
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When they got back to the camp everyone went their separate ways, most people helping carry Hal and Ben's dad to a bus, which she assumed to be the medical center. Being completely lost she followed the only people she knew.
She stood in the front of the bus taking in the events that happened so fast.
"What happened?" A woman with dark hair asked.
"He got shot." Someone replied.
She turned him over to examine the other side "There's no exit wound." She observed. "I'll have to go in." She glanced at Ben and Hal. "Hal Ben I know you two want to be here but it would be best if you both leave."
They both looked at each other and walked off the bus. Madilyn stood there still completely lost as in what she should do. Nobody seemed to pay attention to her which was understandable, seeing as the circumstances were more than chaotic. She sat down on the driver's seat looking completely lost.
"Hey." A voice came from the inside. It was was an older looking man with longer gray hair wearing a cap. "Who are you?"
"Madilyn."
"And where did you come from?"
"I was there. The whole time." She explained.
"The whole time of what?"
"Earlier tonight, when you were attacking the aliens. I was in a car. Hal and Ben stayed back, and they um, they found me."
"So you witnessed it?" He asked.
"Yes."
"I see." He said scratching his chin. He glanced back towards the curtain where the surgery was taking place. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Come with me." He walked out of the bus and she followed.
He seemed so stressed that Madilyn just had to ask "Is he your friend?"
"Who?"
"The man going through surgery, are you two friends?"
"We are."
He didn't seem to want to talk anymore so she let out a simple "Oh. I hope he gets better." He nodded and continued to walk through a maze of tents and vehicles outside the bus.
"You're going to need a place to stay. I'm assuming you are going to stay?"
"Yes. There isn't any place better."
He approached and lifted the flap of a tent and gestured her inside. "This is the only place I could think of that had an open cot. You can put your things down there" He pointed to a cot in the corner. She nodded and went to go put her things down. "You'll be sharing with Dr. Glass," he pointed to the cot across and a few down from her. "Her assistant Lourdes," he pointed to the cot next to hers. "And the Samuels family. A mother and two little girls. You'll like them just fine." She nodded again.
"Thank you-" the thought was stopped short as she realized she never caught the name of the older man.
"Captain Weaver head of the 2nd mass. Welcome." He held out his hand to shake.
Madilyn grabbed his hand and shook it "Thank you Captain Weaver."
"Me or someone in my command circle will come and give you an assignment sometime tomorrow. For now it would be best to get some sleep." The Captain said.
He waved her goodbye and began to walk out. "Sir!" She called and her turned around. "Again... thank you."
The Captain nodded and gave a solemn smile which Madilyn took as a goodnight.
When he was gone she took off her coat and shoes and put them on the floor next to her bag. She kneeled down and started her nightly prayer. "I thank you for this blessing and for all the ones you have provided me with. I pray for the man who was shot so that the captain who he is friends with can be released of that burden. And for the man's sons so that they can have their father, help the one that shot him to know that it's not his fault. Tonight I also pray that you may guide me in a way to help these people, like I promised I would if I didn't die. Thank you once again for letting them find me. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen."
And with that she snuggled up in bed and drifted off into sleep.
A/N: So yes I have not dropped off the face of the planet! I saw the season premiere on Sunday and began working on this right after. So it took me 3 days to write this. Wow. Just so you are informed a TON of research went into this (like seeing the opening scene over and over again to make it just right). I attempted to make the situation as realistic as possible with an extra person. I mean like riding back to the camp: who is going to want to talk after their father was shot? Another thing I know I am going to struggle with is keeping people in character so feel free to call me out and PM me if you feel ANYTHING is off. I'm going to ask now for people to PM me small descriptions of the characters to make sure that I can start off on the right track (If you want to). One other thing my updating history is quite rocky but I am going to post one chapter for each episode. So this was an intro and the next one will be on the first episode (That will be posted before Saturday). The chapter on episode 2 will be posted on Sunday when episode 3 appears. Ya got it? Good. If you're confused feel free to ask. Also any suggestions for the story feel free to tell me, I want you to enjoy this as much as I will. :) So review! And subscribe!
P.S also I need a proofreader for this story someone to fix any mistakes I made in the editing checks I do so you can PM me about that. Also as far as pairings go I'm not sure if I should even do any (they make me feel awkward to write and I'm not sure I write the genre all too well) so PM what you would want it to be and such aaaannnnddddd yup. That's it! Later!