End of Days
THE SCREAMS OF TERROR could be heard for miles in all directions. Fortunately, Kenzi knew her way around chaos, and used it to her advantage to slip away from Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport without being the next meal for the dead that were swarming the joint. Her survival instincts kicked in and she found the nearest escape; a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. She hopped in and locked the doors, turning the key and sighing in relief when the engine roared to life.
A banging noise on the driver's side window startled the young Russian. A corpse with a mangled face and fresh blood around it's mouth was banging on the window, growling. Kenzi yanked the gear shift to reverse and sped backwards, tires squealing. She switched to drive and spun around, peeling pavement as she drove from the airport, passing every car she could and clipping ones that were stationary. "No way I'm becoming a meal for those ugly-ass mothers." she shook her head, her midnight black hair falling over her shoulders.
The further she got from the city, the more congested traffic became. Kenzi banged her fists on the steering wheel, white-knuckling it. A gun she found in the glove compartment was now resting in the cup holder and her small assortment of weapons she brought along from the Clubhouse were in her bag, which rested in the passenger seat. A few hours passed and soon the traffic was practically bumper to bumper, and the sun was beginning to set. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere for the night, she shoved her bag in the backseat and crawled back there, laying on her back with one arm behind her head and the other resting on the gun on her side.
Kenzi wasn't sure what time it was when she heard explosions. She jolted up with the gun aimed ahead. Seeing people staring back at the city, she carefully slid out of the stolen car and her own eyes widened when she saw Atlanta suddenly go up in flames. That's when she knew deep down that shit just got real. Her life was never going to be the same.
A FEW WEEKS LATER
The cabins were a safe bet, until more reanimated corpses were making their way up there, that's when Kenzi knew she had to split. Her backpack was full of weapons, a few spare clothes, her makeup bag, a few bottles of water, a couple boxes of frosted PopTarts and granola bars, and extra mags for her gun. Her jet black hair was pulled in pigtails with two portions framing her face on either side. Kenzi ran through the woods, using her Shadow Thief skills to their fullest effect, going unnotcied by the moaning trio of corpses just a few miles away from her.
Unsheathing her dark-bladed katana, Kenzi dispatched the threat, plunging her blade into their skulls. She cleaned her blade with a blood-stained bandanna and tied it around her belt to conceal her gun and she sheathed the blade on her hip. She grabbed her bag and continued on the trail, hoping to find a road or something so she can at least have shelter for the night.
A few miles off the trail, two brothers were out hunting for a small group of survivors they had joined up with. The younger of the two, Daryl, wielded a crossbow and was taking point, his weapon primed and ready to fire. The older brother, Merle, was hunched low to the ground, examining the trail. The two continued on to the small hill overlooking the creek bed, where they split up to gather more food.
Daryl prepped his weapon and fired the bolt, striking the squirrel and pinning it to the tree. A dozen or so dangled from the rope around his arm, swaying back and forth as he moved. After tying his latest kill to the collection, Daryl started up the hill, stopping when he heard a light moan. Not too far up the creek bed was a young girl laying half in the water, her forehead split she was covered in leaves and dirt, and a katana was laying not too far from her.
Daryl knelt down and felt for a pulse, which he found. "Hey, girl." he whispered, shaking her.
Kenzi's head lopped to the side, her eyes opening slightly. "Кто ты?"[1] she groaned in a language Daryl didn't understand. She moved slightly, only to collapse into his chest, "Сукин сын!"[2] she cursed, wincing as her left foot twitched. Blood ran down the side of her face.
Daryl steadied the semi-conscious girl, her head resting on his broad shoulder, "Okay, I have no idea what yer sayin'." he muttered, "Can you speak English?"
Kenzi was fading in and out, the man's voice sounding slightly distorted and echoed. She caught 'can', 'speak' and 'English' and nodded her head. "Yes." she murmured, her eyelids slowly closing.
Daryl draped one of her arms around his neck, trying not to jolt her too much. "What's yer name?" he asked.
Kenzi's strength was leaving her, everything blurring around her. "Ken-" she swallowed, "Kenzi." her eyes closed and her head fell into his shoulder.
"Okay Kenzi." Daryl sighed, scooping up the girl and carrying her away from the creek. He laid her down and found a stuffed backpack which he could all but assume was hers, shoving the katana and sheath inside, securing it as best he could. Slinging it across his chest one way and his crossobow the other, Daryl slung Kenzi's arm around his shoulders and lifted her up, holding her bridal-style, making his way up the hill where his brother was waiting for him, a rope with a couple of opossums and raccoons dangling from it.
"Well little brother, you go out looking for our next meal and come back with a pretty girl." Merle chuckled, taking note of the unconscious female in his brother's arms. "Hoping for a little action?"
Daryl scoffed and tossed his rope of squirrels to his brother. "Couldn't just leave her there for the geeks to make a meal of." he defended. "It would just add one more to the ever growing number."
Merle just held his hands up in defense, "Whatever little brother." he laughed, slinging the rope over his shoulder and heading back to the campsite.
"Jackass." Daryl scoffed under his breath, following his brother.
It was near sundown when the Dixon brother's returned to the camp of survivors. Everyone thought it best not to stand in their way out of sheer fear. They paid no attention to Merle as he strode into camp, dropping the dead woodland creatures near the fire pit. However, their attention was gained when Daryl came after, carrying an unconscious, half-soaked girl in his arms.
"Oh my God." Dale gasped, him and Shane approaching Daryl.
"I found her down by the creek, she must've lost her footing on the trails and slid down." the younger Dixon adjusted the girl in his arms, dropping his weapon by his tent. "She said a few things in some foreign language and flinched when she moved her left leg."
"She have a name?" Shane asked as him and Daryl followed Dale to his RV, the Winnebago.
"Said it was Kenzi." Daryl answered, carefully carrying the gril inside. He laid her on the back bed and set the stuffed backpack beside it. "This is all her stuff."
Dale carefully moved Kenzi's left leg, making her stir slightly and wince. "Yeah, it's a sprain." he confirmed. "We'll get that wrapped for her."
"Did she have any bites or scratches?" Shane pressed, crossing his arms.
Daryl shook his head, "No other visible blood. Just the wound on her forehead, which was caused by the rocks." he brushed a portion of hair from Kenzi's face, exposing the small scar on her forehead, which was caked with dried blood.
"Judging from this weapons cache, she's skilled." Dale noted, showing the other guys the small knives in the backpack. "She looks so young though."
"We'll just have to wait until she wakes up to get more information." Shane sighed, lacing his hands behind his head. "She'll be more than welcome to stay, every survivor counts."
Daryl slipped past the two men unnoticed, glancing over his shoulder at Kenzi, who was soundly sleeping. He noticed the contrast between her dark hair and fair skin, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. He broke his gaze from the girl and exited the RV, pushing her to the back recesses of his mind.
The following day, Kenzi stirred awake with a soft groan. She reached up and touched her head, "Oh Mother Russia." she whined, rapidly blinking until her blurry vision cleared. Her left leg jerked and she flinched, noticing her boots missing and her left ankle was wrapped in ace wrap. "What the hell?" she muttered, running her fingers over the wrapping.
"Oh, you're up." a skinny, Asian kid in a baseball cap greeted. Kenzi's head whipped in his direction and he held up a small tin bowl and a half-filled water bottle. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." he assured, setting the food and drink on the small nightstand. "I'm Glenn." he introduced, extending his hand with a smile. "Glenn Rhee."
Kenzi looked from the outstretched hand to the kid, seeing a sense of innocence in his brown eyes. She returned the smile and shook his hand, "Kenzi." she introduced. "Just Kenzi." she dropped her hand on her lap and twisted the sheet over her. "Mind telling me where I am?"
"A survivor's camp just outside of Atlanta." Glenn answered. "One of our people brought you back when he was out hunting. He basically saved you from being walker chow."
"Walker." Kenzi repeated, shrugging her shoulders. "Fitting, I guess."
Glenn nodded in agreement. "Anyway, here's some breakfast and water, so you can get your strength back." he handed her the bowl, which contained pieces of shredded meat.
"Thank you." Kenzi took the food and ate a couple pieces, realizing how hungry she was. She wolfed down the rest in under a minute, reaching for her water. "What was that?"
"A little bit of squirrel and opossum." Glenn answered, making Kenzi nearly choke on her drink. "Pickings are slim, with the city being overrun and all."
Kenzi licked her lips and sat up straighter, trying not to move her bandaged foot. "So how many of you guys are there?" she asked,
"Around thirty." Glenn informed. "We all came together after the city was overrun." he stood up, offering his hand. "I'll introduce you. You're more than welcome to stay Kenzi."
Kenzi hesitantly took Glenn's offered hand and limped after him out of the RV. She stood on the step, seeing the small camp going about simple tasks. Her lips curled into a small smile. "We all pitch in equally." Glenn went on, "Using our skills where they're best needed." he turned to Kenzi, "What did you do before?"
She opened her mouth then closed it, thinking about how she was going to phrase her answer. "I was a thief." she said after a couple minutes of silence. It was the closest to the truth, just excluding the Fae element.
"Well, I'm sure there's some way that'll come in handy." Glenn assured. "I'll go get Shane and Dale, let 'em know you're up." he patted her shoulder. "Welcome."
Kenzi leaned against the doorframe of the RV, favoring her left ankle. She looked out at the two women with their kids, who were doing schoolwork, to where two blondes who looked like they could be sisters were handing out laundry. "So this is how people are dealing with the end of days." she noted, shaking her head.
A/N: Okay ya'll this is my first Walking Dead and Lost Girl fic. I love both shows and really think Kenzi and the LG gang would fair well in the Zombie apocalypse. Continuity wise, it takes place shortly after Kenzi departs to live her human life, and this is her story with the Survivors. I hope I can capture her character, and one thing is her speaking in Russian from time to time, I used Google Translate for the phrases. Review please and no flames.
[1] "Кто ты?"= "Who're you?"
[2] "Сукин сын!"= "Son of a bitch!"