Alright. I haven't written much over a long period of time due to school and other drama. I ended up getting back into the Walking Dead, thanks to a girl in another website. I had this really cool idea, and I thought that I would try to post it on here. This is just the introduction (a little sneak peek). It is a Merle/OC story. I apologize if my attempts at the accents are off (Merle' s Southern drawl, and Desdemona's Scottish slur).
That is all, and I hope you all enjoy. Cheers, and good day!
Desdemona teased the frayed hem of her sweater, her icy blue eyes focused upon the moist ground. She tipped her head back as the chilled rain poured from the grey sky. The fallen log she used as a resting place sent jolts of pain through her backside, and she slowly moved to stand. Her bare toes dipped into the soft earth.
"Ya alright, sugar-tits?" A deep, Southern drawl tickled her rounded ears. "Ya ran off like a wounded squirrel!"
There was a pregnant pause before Desdemona slumped to the ground. Her body trembled, and she began to weep. Heated tears stained her flushed cheeks. "Ah can't do this! Ah can't deceive yer people!"
Merle was astonished. He stepped forward and knelt down, his callused palm flattened against the fabric of her sweater. He frowned, shaking his head. "What are ya talkin' 'bout?"
Desdemona fell back onto her heels. She bit into the pink flesh of her tounge before she opened her mouth to speak. "Ya really wanna know what happened at da institute?"