The Walking Dead Fanfiction: Mirrors Chapter 2
(Omid and Christa…)
"Shit… lee. He's a gone for sure now. What if he didn't make it? God, poor Clementine." Christa began to cry. Omid hated to see christa like this. Besides, all of this anxiety and stress wasn't good for their baby. Omid decided that he had to do something to brighten up the mood. "Christa come on, you know lee's a tough guy. By now he's probably ruining dude's faces. You know, Kenny mode. I say, poor statue head in that attic." Omid said humorously. " Please, not now sweetie." Christa formed a crooked smile despite all her tears. "Omid, please can we just focus on getting out of this city?" Omid's plan worked, slightly. "Okay hon. He said to meet him at the train station place thingy." " Well, do we know the way back?" "Yes we do in fact…" Omid said with joy as he pulled out a map. "See, only about 5 more miles until we reach the station; more killer buildings for us to hop wouldn't thou say?" " Sweetie…where did you get that map?" christa asked worriedly. "Had it in my pocket this entire time. It's a map of Savahnna. Here, look…" "Omid…! We could've used that map a long time ago!"
The couple went rooftop hopping for quite a while. It was a good thing there were many bridges connected to other building. Despite being exhausted and drenched in sweat, the trip was surprisingly calm. Omid's plan to keep Christa calm was working. They seemed almost as if they were on vacation despite all the casualties. Omid talked mostly about all of their life together before the apocalypse. From friends, to family, how they met, and good times they had. It seemed almost as if there were no walkers under them, hence the worn out city. Finally, night had reached, and they reached the train station. They were sore and exhausted. Where was Clementine? " Omid! Get down!" Christa yelled suddenly. The couple abruptly hid behind a nearby rock. "What is it?" Omid asked. "Go see for yourself." Omid peered over the rock to see what appeared to be a bandit in the distance. Although he wasn't a normal bandit as he was very agile. He was swiftly vaulting over rocks and wall running up large trees then finally reached the train. He seemed to be packing up supplies; weapons, food, medicine, and water, all inside of a big rucksack. It was clear that it would take a while to pack. "Should we talk to him or…?" "I'll go left side and cover you behind that tree. You go travel along that grass trail and grab him. Maybe he knows…something…" Christa commanded drawing out her gun. She began sprinting, surprisingly silent, towards the tree. "Gotcha babe. Wait Christa aren't our guns empty…? Okay…" Omid began slowly crouching towards the 'bandit'. "Time to ruin the dude's face." He muttered to himself with humor. As he finally reached about fifteen feet away from him he drew out his empty revolver. Although, something seemed off. The 'bandit' swiftly jumped inside the train cab and slammed the door behind him. "What the…?" Omid said confusingly. Omid looked to his left where Christa was hidden behind the tree. She gave him a look that said; 'What happened?' Omid then looked back to his right to see a dark visored mask staring straight at him. 'Masky' took the revolver from his grip and clubbed his face with it, knocking him to the ground. Omid looked up as 'masky' unsheathed a machete from his back and trained it at him. "Stop!" Yelled Christa, FINALLY arriving. She slowly moved behind him while pointing her berretta. 'Masky' then backwards spin kicked at her hamstrings, knocking her to the floor as she accidently pulled the trigger. A loud shot rang out. 'Masky' kicked the gun away and stomped her head once, knocking the winds off of her. "Wait! Don't!" yelled Omid. He couldn't stand as his leg still felt cramped. He then proceeded with Omid and grabbed him by the neck of his jacket. "Uhh… you wouldn't hurt a cripple would you?" Omid said humorously. "Milly! Trigger happy much?! God damn…" A familiar female voice rang out. Three people came out from behind the train cab. "Molly? Kenny? Cl…CLEMENTINE!" Christa yelled out looking up. Omid stared up in obvious confusion. "…Who…?"