I haven't written in a LONG while and I just got into The Walking Dead. So, here's something.
She continued to sprint through the woods. Her hand was pressed against her belly; trying to stop the bleeding. She continued to cry as she pushed passed the branches and leaped over bushes. The jumps hurt, but the landings were worse. She would stumble, then quickly regain herself as she continued to run. She swung the axe that was in her right hand at the Biters that reached for her. She was quick to dispose of them but knew that this would only be temporary since she squeaked and cried out with every swing and landing from the jumps. She could hear the faint rustle of the branches or the cracks of the trees that erupted from far off. Then, the gurgling noises...the growling...the groaning. She would hear it and quickly turn the other way. She jumped over a pile of tossed tree branches and broke free from the plethora of trees.
That's when she saw it.
She saw the fence, the barn, and the little house near the end. Near the house, under the trees, she could see an RV. She gasped and quickly made her way towards the farm. In the faint distance, she could hear someone shouting and she was hoping they were noticing her. She hoped they could help her. She hoped they wouldn't gun her down.
No, she couldn't handle that again.
She allowed her axe to drop and drag behind her as she slowed her running to a slow walking. She glanced up to see men running at her. They had shovels and guns in their hands. She hoped to God they weren't going to kill her.
And if they were, she hoped it would be quick.
But as they got closer, they lowered their weapons and quickly slowed their pace. She coughed and hunched over slightly.
"Ma'am?" She heard one of them call.
She straightened herself out, only to realize that was a bad idea and stumble off to the side before regaining her stance. She swallowed and tipped her head to the side.
"Help..."
She collapsed.
Thanks for reading! R&R pls :D
