The sun's rays shone all throughout the dense,
cluttered forest. Leaves of gorgeous, autumn colors blanketed the ground. Everything looked like an illustration from a child's fairytale... despite the fact that cannibalistic monsters roamed the Earth.
Michonne and Rick slowly crept through the forest. The sun was setting and it was becoming difficult to see; Michonne's long, black hair wasn't making matters any better. Every few seconds, Michonne would have to push long strands of hair from her face.
But what was truly exasperating Michonne? Was it the fact that her clothes smelled of dead cow? Her tank top was stained from dry blood and her pants were completely tattered, as well as being excruatingly uncomfortable.
That wasn't it. Maybe it was how her shoulder ached like it'd been shot? Swinging a sword every day for the past year does that to you. But no, Michonne longed for comfort.
The closest friend Michonne had ever had is now dead; Andrea.
Michonne really missed Andrea.
Rick watched Michonne slowly make her way through the forest. The woman was lost in thought.
"Maybe she's thinking of Andrea..." Rick thought to himself.
He ran his fingers through his tangled, filthy, dark brown hair. How he longed to be at the prison with Carl and Judith. Life was truly depressing without Lauri. The kids need a mother but she's been long gone.
Lori died. T-Dog died. Amy died. Dale died. Everyone is dying. But how is this news? Death shouldn't be surprising anymore; or heartbreaking at that.
Michonne paused for a moment and looked at Rick.
"Where exactly are we going?" She asked.
"To find supplies, where else?" Rick replied.
Michonne gritted her teeth. Her expression went from blank to completely pissed off.
Rick stopped walking and looked at the sour expression gave him.
"What?" He asked.
"You don't have be such an ass to me." Michonne retorted, "You aren't the only one who has experienced loss in the group."
Rick walked up to Michonne, stomping his feet. His adrenaline levels rose and sweat began to drip from his forehead. Frustration, hate, depression and anger all filled body.
"Listen here 'Miss Perfection,' but you're not the only one who's in a pissy mood either." Rick rebuked, "So stop acting like you're the queen and get over yourself. Grow the hell up."
Michonne withdrew a pistol from her pocket of her pants. "Take it back, or I swear to God I'll blow your head off right here."
Okay, so this is the first chapter in a (HOPEFULLY) very long fanfic. I love Rick X Michonne. It's one of my favorite pairings. So, I'm too tired to check for grammatical errors and misspellings right now. Comments and reviews are appreciated!
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