Hey Guys! Currently exploring a new OTP in a new fandom. In love with richonne and I can't wait for the new season to come out. I know this chapter is super short. But this story is gonna be siiiiiiickkkk! Please stick around, review, follow, fav, it's all good.
Rick stumbled out into the road. His whole world was becoming undone. He couldn't tell what was real and what was not. On his way home he had seem more dead bodies lying around then anyone should ever have to witness. He had ran back into his home in search of his son. No one was home. The door had been left open, and traces of someone trying to pack and get out had been left behind.
"Carl!" He had called out several times. No one answered.
Still in unbelief of what he was seeing, he sat down in the road. Where was his son? Worry swept over him. Was his son one of the dead bodies lying around? No. He couldn't think that. Carl had to have made it out. Some of his things were missing from his room. That meant that he had packed and left. Hopefully.
Rick stood up in the road, trying to have the strength to go on. He saw someone walking towards him far down the street. Was it someone, or something? He couldn't tell. This world that he had woken up to was so foreign. He began to get dizzy. The person kept walking towards him. Rick's vision started to get blurry and he could not move any further. This was it, he thought. He was going to die right here. He wound was still unhealed. Most likely the stiches were pulled apart and he would bleed to death on this street surrounded by the horrors of this new world. Maybe just maybe, this was all a dream and he would wake up, back in the hospital. His son would be there when he woke and life would continue like it was supposed to.
He started to see flashing lights in his vision. He knew that he was on the verge of passing out. Just before he passed out, he saw someone else appear. Even though his vison was blurry, he realized it was a woman. With one fluid motion she struck the person walking blindly towards him with a sword. The body fell to ground, and the woman started walking towards Rick. And then his eyes reluctantly closed. Things were dark for some time. He didn't know how much time was passing by. He could hear things from now and then. The sound of a door closing, boots walking on a wood surface. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body was not ready. Whoever had killed that man had dragged him somewhere. He wondered that he might be killed next.
When he finally woke, he could tell it was in the middle of the night. He looked around his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar home. The windows were boarded up, but the light that did come through the cracks were dark, and the room was light by candle light. He started to sit up, and pain struck his abdomen. He reached down to clench the source of his pain and realized he had new bandages, and there must have been new stiches underneath. He was not bleeding anymore. He heard footsteps coming toward his direction. He wasn't sure what do to. He looked around for a way out, but the only way out was through the only door, which the footsteps were coming from. He needed to defend himself, if this woman was going to kill him. But there was nothing viable. The door was beginning to open and he did the only thing he could think of.
As he laid in bed, seemingly unconscious the woman came to his side. She lifted his gown to check his wound. The woman ran her hand along his bandages. It tickled, sent a shiver through his body, but Rick ignored that and took the opportunity to fight and escape. He awoke suddenly and grabbed the woman by the shoulders, surprising her and pushing her down to the ground beside the bed he was on. He had her pinned to the ground for only a few seconds. He was still weak with pain and she was much stronger. She instantly flipped him over so that he was the one pinned to the floor.
Rick struggled against her, trying to push her off of him. He caught a glimpse of her face and he finally saw her. He was taken back at her beauty. He didn't expect for her to be so beautiful. He stopped struggling to focus on what he was seeing. Her skin was the most magnificent shade of brown he'd ever seen. And it glowed. He didn't know that was possible, but her skin radiated a rich melanin. Her hair ran down the side of her face in dreads. Her mouth nice and plump and her eyes dark and piecing, focused. He laid there gazing at her as she had him pinned down. Who was this women?
"Who are you?" He blurted out. It was exactly what he was thinking, but he didn't mean to make it so verbal. She glared back at him, clearly not going to answer his question. If she wanted to kill him she would have easily done it by now. He was injured and weak. But hadn't she restich and dressed his wound? Maybe she wasn't going to kill him. He couldn't fight her. She was barely putting in any effort to keep him bounded.
Taking his chances, Rick, as much as he could, pulled his arms up to his head, hands out in surrender. He watched her, watch him, losing up her grip. Then coming to a decision she let go of him and stood up. She extended an arm out to him and he took it as he got up. He couldn't trust her, but he knew that he had no other option.
"Michonne," she said as she let go of Rick's hand.