My brother and I are walking about 90 yards into the forest bordering the highway; we learned the hard to avoid the highway a few miles back after coming across a large horde of walkers. About 30 feet in front of us I see a small pond. "Alex lets clean up a bit"
I say to my twin brother, who nods and replies with "Sure, Lexa Nothing more fun than a sponge bath". I roll my eyes and keep walking when the sound of running catches my ear.
Out of the trees runs a little blond girl about twelve years old, eyes wide with fear, followed by two growling walkers. Glancing at Alex I nod and he goes for the one more to the left, me heading for the right.
Sliding my katana out of its sheath I swiftly run up taking it out with a downward slice to the top of its head. See that my brother also took care of the problem scanning the area for the little girl.
In a thick bundle of roots I see tiny shoes sticking out, "little one you're safe the monsters are gone".
Bright blue eyes peer out and when she must have determined she is safe she slowly walks out into the open.
Just the from the same direction she came a man with dark hair comes run out, stopping when he notices the dead walkers.
"Mr. Grimes!" the little one squeals running to the man "Sophia, your safe" he says to calm her.
He just then took in the fact that my brother and I were there "Did you save her" he asked eyeing the walkers
"Yes, I'm Lexa and this is my twin brother Alex. May I get your name?" I say and he replies with
"I'm Rick Grimes and this here is Sophia, you should come back with me to my group, her mother would probably like to meet you" at word of her mother Sophia starts to tug on Rick's shirt willing him to go.
"Alright" Alex says, hoping for some food, we walk a ways back to the highway Rick giving me a basic idea of his camp, there is Andrea and Dale who live in a camper with Carol, who is Sophia's mother and Rick's wife Lori and son Carl also Shane who sleeps on the roof of the camper. Then there is T-dog and Glenn who occupy a truck, and Daryl the hunter who sleeps in a tent when he can or the truck bed, he owns a motorcycle and by far sounds the most interesting of them all.
Walking out we are slightly blinded by the sun, shocked faces gaze at us as we walk into the group.
AN= all bold writing
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