Emmymetal- Well, it's been for fucking ever since I've written fanfiction. What have I been doing, you ask? Roleplaying and Tumblr. Yes, for about two years. Well, the Walking Dead has been amazing. Like no shit, I've been drowning in Bethyl feels. Bethyl might appear in this fanfiction, it might not. Maybe it'll happen off to the side. This is a story about one of my rp characters, Brianna Hathaway. Who's faceclaim is Allison Scagliotti. Go look up gifs of her, see who I'm talking about. So, I should stop rambling and get on with the story. Here we go!
She's been walking for miles. At this point, she was dragging her feet, the gun she pulled out from a duffle bag in Atlanta was swinging lazily at her side. She lost them. She lost her entire family. Tears fell from her eyes, but she kept walking. Where was she going? Even she didn't know. She had to keep moving. But what was she even living for?
The wind blew her hair into her face and Brianna just let it stay. Frankly, she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. She felt dead inside. Brianna felt about as dead as the..what should she even call them? The undead? No, that would get annoying. Moaners, nah..oh hell, why did it matter? It was her and the dead. That's all they were. Dead. But they weren't, the moved. They moved and ate whatever was in their path. And then, Brianna's knees buckled. She sat on her knees on the side of the road and began to cry. Her family was gone, dead, and the world was falling apart.
She could hear people talking, but Brianna didn't turn around to look. Someone put a hand on her shoulder and Brianna turned around and pointed her gun at them. The man backed up and slowly put his hands up in the air. "Whoa, darlin'." She saw that he had other guys with him but kept her gun pointed at him. "What's your name?" He asked,
"None of your business." She spat, standing up.
"That's quite a mouth full." He smirked, "Now, we've got a camp a few miles out. Why don't you join us, none of your business?" His guys laughed at his joke.
"Is it safe?" Brianna asked, not lowering her gun.
"Safe and sound. We've got food and water. Supplies. Anything you need." He said, he lowered his hands and offered one of them to her. She didn't take it.
"I think I'm fine on my own." She replied, truth was, she wasn't. But she didn't trust this guy and his circle of friends.
"Don't be difficult now." He looked to the side to where a guy who looked a bit like a cyborg stood. Brianna bolted. She ran and she could hear him running after her.
"Come on, girly! Don't be afraid! The Governor just wants 'ta talk to ya!" The Cyborg yelled, wasn't really a cyborg. Just what she called him. No way in hell! She thought, she kept running. She heard a shot and suddenly, a splitting pain passed through her leg. Brianna didn't look down and kept going. She kept going until she saw the opened for a neighborhood.