Title: Bright Eyes
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Sonora, so backup
Summary: This mysterious teenager walks into their midst carrying rather startling evidence and sarcasm.
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Sonora moved slowly through the underbrush, eyes shifting rapidly around, trying to see in every possible direction. She knew she was near a settlement of some sort, hell she could smell the smoke from a fire since she'd woken up that morning!
She wet a finger and then stuck it up in the air, feeling a slight breeze blowing against it. She smirked and lowered her hand grabbing her butterfly trench knives from a pouch at her waist. She unfolded them with a well practiced snap of her wrists and then held her hands at her sides.
The titanium fit well with her nails, she'd painted them different colors the last week when she'd been in a shop full of cosmetics. Sonora chuckled darkly as she walked, her long strides eating the ground rapidly, soon enough she could see that the trees were beginning to lessen, a sure sign she was either coming across a clearing or the settlement.
Sonora grinned, pausing a quick second to take a deep sniff of the air, and to listen carefully for screams or gunshots.
When neither entered her nostrils or ears she kept the grin on her face, teeth glimmering in what little sunlight could get through the leaves from the trees above. She stepped forward, gripping the knives in her hands so tightly her knuckles went white and the second knuckle from her thumb on each hand touched the knuckle guard on each knife. Sonora ignored the slight twinge from her right hand and kept walking, finally stepping out into the field, sunlight blinding her for a mere second before she blinked away the pain and looked around.
Two barns stood beside a large white house, a little further away sat a collection of vehicles and tents. Sonora could see people moving about; another person was on top of the RV, no doubt keeping a look-out for the people on the ground.
Sonora felt the pain in her lips and cheeks as her smile widened further, she kept walking towards the motley collection of survivors. She knew she looked half-dead, what with her shirt torn all to hell and her pants nearly there, both articles of clothing were dirty beyond anything she'd ever seen before. Her boots were in good shape at least, the fine leather keeping up as they were supposed to, which was considerable considering she'd jacked them from some out of place store a couple of months ago.
Sonora quit her inward examination of herself when she heard someone yell, she lifted her gaze and saw the person on top of the RV waving and pointing at her. The others stopped whatever they were doing; Sonora kept walking, bringing her knives up a little though. Soon though she saw a small group dispatch from the main mob and come running towards her, weapons up.
She knew why, the walker that was trying desperately to catch her was almost at her back. Sonora suddenly whirled around in a fast moving blur of porcelain and black, her trench knives digging furrows into the walker's body. She saw her right knife track its way across the belly, spilling horrible smelling guts, the left was buried to the hilt inside the head before she wrenched it, making it nearly scalp the now really dead walker. She sneered in disgust, finally dropping her manic grin for something a little more familiar.
Then she was surrounded, the people from camp had reached her and had created a circle around her, weapons pointed at her head. Sonora ducked, bringing her knives up and whirling around, facing each member of the circle in turn. She wouldn't speak, pretty much figuring her voice would be useless after not using it for months.
Then she faced a man holding a crossbow and froze, eyes widening in surprise. She knew this man, how could she not when her mother had practically shoved his photo in her face for the last nineteen years of her life.
Sonora straightened, watching as all of the members of the group put their weapons down. She returned to looking at the man with the crossbow, not surprised when he didn't even seem to recognize her.
She grinned again, crossing her arms carefully, and cocking her head to the right. She was a few inches shorter than him but that mattered little to her. Sonora saw him put his weapon down uncertainly. "Who are ya?" he asked, his eyes flickering over her form.
Grin widening Sonora threw her head back and laughed like she had never laughed before. It came out a bit hoarse, but she was certain that her voice box hadn't suffered from the months of self-induced silence.
She returned to looking at him, gaze smug, eyes dark. "Hello, father." She stated roughly, laughing again, this time hysterically louder and more in a manic way.