Shame that I'm writing a new story when I have 20 something other ones to finish but I couldn't resist.
We all know Daryl is bae and is life, and ever since I started watching Walking Dead, I knew I had to write this.
Chapter 1: Mistake
Clink. Clink. Clack!
The deputy chief placed out the device used especially for what him and his team of officers were about to encounter.
He aligned the strip of long metal made of sharp, barbed spikes that pointed upward ready to puncture the criminals involved in the hit-and-run and high speed chase.
Rick let out a sigh, shaking his head as he grabbed his pistol out of his holster and crouched behind his light blue police-cruiser, next to his best friend, Shane Walsh. He never really understood why people chose to commit crimes. It led to incidents like this.
"You ready, man?" He could hear his best friend say, as he cocked his shotgun, ready to fire.
Rick nodded and they all listened attentively, as the only sounds heard were the natural environment of the country. The crickets chirped and a light breeze blew. The scorching, hot Georgia sun beat down of the police officers and they waited. It was seemingly peaceful.
Suddenly, as if the world it's self was interrupted, and the natural balance in the alignment of the stars were in disarray, squealing tires fleetly speeding down the slightly cracked and old pavements of the Georgia road were heard.
And the wailing police sirens were heard.
They were getting closer and closer.
The squad could hear gunshots being shot. And then it happened.
An old rackety 1960s sports car decorated in scratched and scarred light blue paint came speeding down the road.
He gave a nod to each and everyone of his men.
Rick wanted to chuckle when Shane's thin, pink lips curved into a smug grin, but this was a serious matter. There was no time to laugh or play.
They had a job to do.
He braced his self as the squad car involved in the chase pulled over and the officers jumped out, guns in their hands, ready to shoot.
The blue car sped across the device, composed in a collection of tiny and barbed metal teeth. At that moment the two front, rubber tires of the car flattened and the two back tires punctured, causing the vehicle to increase in lateral force. It's destroyed, rubber tires slid down the road and the driver lost control of the wheel, trying to maneuver a turn; it tilted over, sliding sideways, and the tires struck a curb, digging into the soft Georgia ground.
The car flipped and tossed and rolled over. The imminent sounds of breaking glass and groans of people in pain drowned through the brown haired cop's ears. He watched with vigilant, blue eyes as the vehicle, now battered rolled off into the lush, green grass.
Rick Grimes stepped from his cover, gun cocked in front of him. He slowly crouched over yelling, "Put your hands where I can see them!"
The assailants made no response to his order. The driver kicked the battered door of his destroyed car open, rolling out and jumping up with a pistol in his hand. He pointed it at the officers, shooting bullets into any and every direction in an attempt to defy and of course kill the officers.
As a threat was posed, Rick and his team started firing their weapons, Rick's bullet being the one to bring him to the grave.
As smoke was now pouring out of the car's engine, it sort of obstructed their view.
They braced themselves as more guns fired towards them and they returned, shooting back.
Shane cocked his shotgun, shooting another male perpetrator that attempted to shoot an automatic weapon at them.
A petite figure kicked the dented passenger door open and crawled out of the car, wincing in pain.
The light skinned female attempting to stand on her feet, stumbling a bit as her body met the grassy fields once again. Her dark, brown eyes squinted at the sight of blood droplets trickled across the different sized blades of green grass.
She rubbed her forehead, feeling warm liquid coat her hand.
It took Zenora less than a second to come to and feel the light-headedness subduing her. She knew she needed help fast before she possibly passed out from the amount of blood loss.
Zenora let out a heavy sigh, which took more energy than she thought; regardless, the African American female slowly scrambled to her feet, holding her bleeding head in the process. Her head full of nappy but soft and thick, light brown hair felt suddenly heavy on her head even being pulled back into a ponytail.
Gunshots.
Her chapped lips curved into a hopeful smile. She turned around towards the sound and limped closer and closer.
"Hold your hands up where I can see them!" She heard an officer yell.
Boy, I never thought I'd be glad to see the police! She rejoiced in her mind, that would probably be damaged due to her vital fluids that were slowly seeping onto her hand that held the wound. She quickly wiped the blood the back of her light blue jeans, inching closer to the officers.
The smoke, which was still imminent but slowly cleared, made it hard for her to see. It was bad enough she might have bled to death soon, but damn, the smoke worsened her slightly blurred vision.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" A different officer with an even heavier southern accent shouted.
When she decided she was close enough, the light skinned woman let out a sigh of relief, removing her hand repainted in her bright red blood. She held her hands out, opening her mouth to yell to the officers the situation she was in and that she was well alive and needed help fast.
Zenora started to say, "H-Help! I'm -" but her words choked out as a large bam! blurred over her ears and the only thing she heard other than gunshots ringing out was her own blood rushing through her ears. Her brown eyes looked down at the tiny hole on the right side of her stomach and the medium sized hole right above it, below her breast.
"Shit." She mouthed. She didn't even have the strength to whisper.
But... I... the girl couldn't even think, as the holes burned. That particular part of her body felt like she was on fire and it pained her so.
Her dark brown eyes rolled to the back of her head as she hit the ground with a thud.
The last thing Zenora Brown remembered seeing was the dead bodies of the men she was with and she heard a man shout the name Rick.
A/N:
OKAY.
I think I did okay on this introduction chappie? I hope so. *crosses fingers*
If you are wondering that is EXACTLY how I imagine Zenora to look like (I own that pic btw, it was made by me) and yes! This is an eventual Daryl/OC.
I think you'll find my character to be very interesting... (:
Thanks For Reading!
Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan