Chapter 1: Likari
(AN: Likari- lie-car-e)Disclaimer: I do not own any of my stories contents, except for my character Likari.)
It had been five months since the out break of the dead walkers. Likari had went through college classes, before-hand, and learned how to use the long, and short, bow. When hell broke loose, she had been sleeping comfortably in her bed. She awoke hearing screaming in the streets. Fearing the worst, she hopped out of bed and threw on nearby clothes, tight Tripp pants, and a deep purple tank top, to match her pants stitching's. She quickly brushed through her tangled black hair and wrapped it in a tight bun in the back of her head, all the while trying to ignore the screams that were feeding her growing anxiety. She jumped slightly as her door knob began to twist. On silent toes she approached the door and peeked through the peek hole, seeing a deformed and terrifying face with a large resemblance of her neighbor. Seeing his skin peeling off his lifeless face set her mind racing with thoughts, knowing what had ensued outside of her small apartment.
Tip toeing back away from her locked door, she went to her closet and grabbed her quiver, and bows. She gazed at the few arrows in her small, shaky hand, and sighed silently. She had to get more. She had to go to her school and steal arrows, she had to fight. She had to live. Placing the arrows in her quiver, short bow in hand, long bow over her shoulder, she nodded. She will fight, for however long was needed, to get to a safe place. Away from the monsters. Likari opened her window as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, it was as loud as ever, squeaking every inch of the way. Her door shook violently, making her scurry her small body out of the window of her second floor apartment. Looking down, she saw her neighbor's Lexus parked by the curb. Relief and sorrow washed over her, seeing that the owner was laying on the sidewalk, dead. She knew he had his keys on him, she knew that the Lexus was quiet, and would give her the ability to slip away from the town. She searched for nearby walkers, watching the live people run and scream from their aggressors. She just had to be as silent as she could, to make it to the car without wasting an arrow. When she was sure she was safe for the moment, she climbed down the side of her apartment complex, grabbing the edges of windows, and misplaced bricks. Her foot slipped, and she had to bite her lip as she tumbled the rest of the way to the ground, keeping herself from yelling out in fear of falling. She landed ungracefully on her side, managing to turn into the fall to prevent any accidental peircing of the arrows behind her. She crawled to the mans body, snatching his keys from his bloody hand. Then she rushed into the car. She checked the backseat after locking her car before starting the slight purr of the engine.
She drove carefully to the school, avoiding terrified people and walkers, not intending to pack anyone in her car. In a time like this, she had to be cautious, not trusting a soul. A time like this turned people crazy, desperate to live, and she was not going to put herself at risk for someone to stab her in the back, tripping her so they could get away, some would describe. She felt terrible as she witnessed parents putting their children down, so they could get away, each time as a walker was close enough to snatch them and feed as their selfish caretakers ran. Her eyes teared up, her heart broke. She never even had a chance to save one of them before their end. She sobbed, grief stricken for the poor children, and hatred welled within her chest for the parents. One mother out of them all, a single woman, died with her child and fought until the end. She loved that woman for her determination to save her child. She hated humans after that day, hated the fact that out of all of those families, a single person was the only one caring enough to face her death, risking her life to save her child. By the time she arrived at the school she was crying uncontrollably, grateful for the tinted windows she took the time she needed to control her silent sobs. When she had gained control, she made sure she was in the clear to slip out of the car. Likari pushed the door gently closed and nocked an arrow in her short bow, holding it at her side as she crept around the school to the archers field. Their was a shed out there that was packed with supplies. When she was almost there, a nearby walker had spotted her, and hungrily made it's way to her. She stood straight and tall and touched her lip with her draw back hand. When she was sure she had it's head in aim, she released, letting the arrow fly and hitting her target. Then she did the same with the few walkers that had accompanied him. After they were unmoving, she retrieved her arrows, wiping them on the grass and shuddering at the sight of their poisoned blood. She ran the rest of the way to the building, arrow nocked and ready for any unsuspecting attackers. When she got there she was pleased to see the door wide open, knowing that the teacher had went to grab supplies, hoping that he had left some for her. Upon entering the building, she was immediately aware of her surroundings. She sighed, glad to see the place empty of people, and full of supplies. She filled her quiver, and filled a duffel bag with arrows being sure to leave more in case anyone else would need to stock.
Having no troubles, she had returned to the Lexus, and filled the gas tank before leaving town. For months, she lived in the shadows. Driving during the night, and sleeping and preparing during the day. The Lexus was a beautifully quiet car, hardly catching the dead's attention. Each time she had to kill them she would take the arrows from their heads, never wanting to be stuck without the only thing she had to defend herself with. She was quick and precise, ninety percent of the time, as she had taken quite well to the weapon and was the top of her class.
One afternoon as she was raiding abandoned cars on the highway for food and water, she heard shouting. She swore, seeing a few walkers in the distance, knowing that they would hear the idiotic shouting. She readied her short bow, in case of complications, and snuck around the cars as she closed in on them.
"Sophia!" Shouted a man, just as she had turned the corner. Everyone saw her one by one, and pointed their own gun at her, all for one who was in possession of a crossbow. She aimed her arrow at the nearest man's forehead, he had a shotgun rifle pointed at her.
(((I know this chapter is short, but I needed to introduce my character. Review please my new found readers!)))