This is my first fanfiction. I hope y'all like it.
The woods were silent around me except for the growling of my stomach and Kristian's sniffling. The poor little guy was crying again, he'd been missing his mom all day. I reached over to tussle his hair and he looked up at me with his big brown Bambi eyes. We'd been walking for days, the mini-coop had clapped out on the freeway just outside of Atlanta. The woods had seemed safer than the roadway where the Biters seemed to move in droves, shuffling along like mindless cattle.
After we'd left Woodbury, Kristian and I had kept mostly to ourselves, avoiding other people as best we could. It made for a lonely life, only having the company of a five-year-old, but at least we were alive and safe. Though I had to admit that I was craving some adult conversation. Maybe we would trust someone again if the right person came alone.
Something moved in my periphery and I laid my hand on Kristian's shoulder to still him. By now we had both become accustomed to communication without words. Kristian crouched down beside me and pulled out his Swiss Army Knife, which he clutched in his little hands. I followed his lead and slid my hands over the denim that covered my thighs until my fingers touched the cold handles of the throwing knives I had strapped there.
The Biter ambled around a tree not 30 feet away and I flicked my wrist, releasing the knife. It soared soundlessly through the air until it struck the tree with a thud. Steely grey eyes whipped in my direction and I was met with the tip of an arrow.
