This story is about "The Walking Dead," and how I felt that the first episode of season seven should have started. I did not include any spoilers because I did not want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn't seen or heard what happened in the first episode.
When I Met Them
I wasn't looking for trouble but I had no choice. I couldn't let all those innocent people die. There was a group of people on their knees on the floor. They were surrounded by a whole bunch of bikers. I couldn't hear what they were saying, for I was on a tall tree. However, I could make out what was going on. There was a biker guy holding a bat with a bunch of nails on the end, and he was pacing around the people on their knees. I figured the man was probably the leader of the pack. I hooked my black book bag on a branch carefully, trying to not cause attention, and then I got out my ninja knives out of one of the pockets in my book bag. There were about 20, but there were so many bikers. I knew I didn't have enough and that I would have to get into physical hand-to-hand combat. All the bikers had big guns but I knew they weren't a match for me and my sword. I was as fast as the wind. When I was in ninja training, they called my "The wind piercing dagger," because I was super fast while using my sword in combat. I had to make my move now if I wanted to stop the man. So I made sure my sword was adjusted right on my back strap and started climbing a bit lower down the tree for better aim. When I got to a spot where I felt comfortable, I started taking my ninja knives out. I slid two in between the fingers on my left hand and threw them at two bikers. Bullseye. They both had blood gushing out of their necks and trailing down to their black leather jackets. This caught the attention of the others. They all started looking around to see where the knives came from. I caught a glimpse of surprise on the leader's face. He didn't look too happy. I decided to act fast so I started throwing the other knives at the bikers. Eighteen more bikers went down covered in blood, but there were about fifty bikers left. I started to climb down the tree and took out my sword when I was at the bottom. I then sprinted towards the bikers and started slicing. Their cries were being spilled into the night like the howls of wolves. I could hear the gunshots being fired but none of them hit me. I was extremely fast. They could barely keep track of where I was. Then I got to the last biker standing. The leader. He was staring at me with huge eyes that were filled with absolute terror. He was holding the bat in front of him with two hands now. I swung my sword at his bat and it sliced into two. Chips of wood went flying onto the ground with the broken bat. Now he was on the floor. He was sitting down on the ground and he was scooting himself away from me with his feet. The people that were on their knees were shocked at what was happening in front of their eyes. I turned my head to face them completely. "I mean yous no harm," I tell them. Some of them were crying and holding each other. I turn around to finish m job and slice the man's head in half with my sword. Half the man's head (his nose to the top of his head) was lying on the floor. I then wiped my sword on the man's shirt and put it back in its case. The people who were on the floor were starting to stand up now. One of them, a man who looked like he was in his thirties and needed a haircut, walked towards me trembling. "What are you?" he asked me. "I am a ninja. I am referred to as "The wind Piercing Dagger," but you can call my Julie.