Well it has been a while, i finally got the chance to update. I'm sure most of you guys have probably forgotten about this story. Hopefully you'll read it though.
I own nothing about the my own OC's. Hope you enjoy guys. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes.

Pain

It was cold. It was dark. Yet none of that bothered me, all I could feel was the pain. My shoulder was burning; I felt the burning sensation ripple down my arm. My head was the worse I felt as though I had been hit several times over the head. I breathed in and tried to calm the continuous burst of pain that circulated around my body, each time I tried to open my eyes it was as though someone was holding them shut, I didn't want to look around or even move. My body seemed to have shut down. I forced every ounce of energy I had into opening my eyes, it took all the effort I had not just to stop and stay there but something told me I needed to get up. It was slow at first, and then a small sliver of light pierced the dark. The sky, leaves, branches and trees emerged into one single burr I couldn't see clearly. I blinked several times trying to relieve myself of the blur. One blink, two blinks, three... I opened my eyes and stared ahead of me. The sky was dark, the trees branches only made it darker where I was lying. I slowly but surely pushed myself up, ignoring the searing pain soaring through my shoulder. Then it hit me. I should be dead, I was shot, and I shouldn't be breathing right now. I looked down at my shoulder and shuddered. My shoulder was covered in black crust, more than likely dirt and dried in blood but there was one thing that I couldn't see. A bite wound not even a wound.
I pushed myself of the ground; I looked around and couldn't see anything. What happened to me, I tried to see my house and if I was close by. There was no house, no road, and no lights... Nothing. I checked to see what I had on me, my gun was gone but my blade was still in my jeans, or what used to be my jeans. I looked down at myself and found that my clothing practically lay in bits; my jeans had rips all over them and were covered in dirt. My top was torn and barely even covering me, I don't remember my clothes being this bad. It hit me all of a sudden; I didn't know where I was... so I wouldn't know where to look for Nate.

"Fuck!" I clutched onto my throat as it burned and screamed in agony, it was as though I hadn't spoke in years. I needed to find my brother, and the only way I was going to do that is if I find some weapons, clothes and supplies...If anything. I knew the bunker Paul had told me about would be a good place to start. A cabin, in the woods should be easy enough to find there aren't that many of them out there. I hope.

Legs burning, my head wasn't even able to stay up for longer than two minutes I was even surprised that I was still walking. Turns out there are quite a few cabins in the woods, most of which seem to have a few visitors in them. Not the nice type of visitors either. I felt sick, I wasn't sure how long it had been since I had last eaten or drank but due to the lack of energy and how sore my throat was I could tell that it had been a while. I stumbled lazily forward barely missing the cluster of trees that lay sprawled all over the forest, I couldn't for the life of me even concentrate my mind only wanted one thing to close in on itself and sleep.
It was just a day after I had first woken up; I still had yet to find anything. Of course I had stumbled upon some shells and a few stray rabbits, but of course the lack of energy and hunting gear limited my options on taking them out or even getting something to eat. It seemed as though if I didn't take much notice of the walkers they didn't take much notice of me, well as long as I didn't make any noise.

The last shell I saw was a few hours ago, but it was quiet now, eerily quiet. The dead silence, the type you would hear in movies before something scary would happen. Me being the horror fan girl really was not helping me at this moment, normally I would be on high alert ready for anything that came at me. That would have been the case if my eyes weren't losing the battle to stay open, I could feel them lose all energy and suddenly I felt myself falling, the ground collided with my face but the pain was a welcome comfort before my body was submerged into the leaves and twigs. It wasn't the most comfortable place to be sleeping but it would do, for now at least. I could feel my consciousness slipping away from me, the sweet bliss of sleep and darkness embracing me in its arms. A twig snapping however was not part of that peaceful embrace. My eyes snapped open and I was on my feet instantly, fatigue and malnourishment was the least of my worries. I knew it had been far too silent, I knew something would destroy my peace. I gripped onto my blade that I still had in my jean waistband, if it wasn't a walker then there was no point wasting energy to pull the blade out, as it was I was still fighting the urge to collapse.

I zoned out from everything and just listened, I was a hunter, and I was used to listening to sounds of the forest. For once I was glad my dad took me to all those day trips and camping exercises, not so glad that they would have to be used for something like this. It was once again quiet, the deadly quiet. A sudden rustling of the leaves of the trees unnerved me for a moment, but I quickly turned back to the other surroundings. Then I heard it, the gurgled moans of the shells. I looked to the left slightly and saw about five making their way towards my spot, I moved back slowly. However not noticing the twig that lay only two steps behind me, the loud snap was like a dinner bell to the shells. Their horrible, ugly heads perked up and what should have been their lively eyes zoned in on me.

"Shit." As the first one started to charge towards me my body suddenly took off, not giving me a moment to catch my breath. The fight or flight reaction taking into effect as my body gathered all the adrenaline it could to create some distance between myself and the shells. I jumped, dodged and steered away from the trees and fallen logs; I took a glimpse behind me. My heart sped faster as I noticed that there was at least ten following me now, and they didn't seem like they were going to be stopping any time soon. As I spun back around I smacked hard into something strong and rigid. My head was spinning, the adrenaline started to dim down as my muscles started to relax. I looked around and found the source of my collision; a tall mutilated shell lay just a bit away from me. If my luck could get any worse I think it just did, as I looked at the shell and took in its mutilated body. Although it was missing half its face, I'm guessing that the body came from a very hefty body builder. The shells muscles seemed to flex as it slowly made its way towards me, I felt everything just leave me. My energy, my adrenaline and most of my will and hope to survive... it's pathetic I know to give up so easily but for once I just didn't have a way out of this.

I looked back towards the shell, which was now practically only an inch away from me. I could smell the scent of death and rotting flesh as it reached towards me; I looked up at the sky and waited. Waited until I would be up there, with my family, my mother, and father and...

"Nate..." An image of Nate screaming and crying begging me not to leave him splashed itself into my mind. I would not leave Nate; I would not abandon my brother. "I made a promise," Suddenly the head of the shell was right in front of my vision, its head was about to come into contact with my chest. "Get the fuck of me!" I screamed as loud as I could, all my anger and disgust at myself for nearly giving up driving me forward. I slammed my hands up towards the shells shoulders, with all the hate and anger I could muster up, I turned it towards the shell. Then it was gone, I watched as the shell was flung towards a tree at least a few feet away. I pounced up onto my feet on instinct and looked around, I watched as the other shells were now right beside me. However for some reason they had slowed down, they weren't running anymore. They had stopped.

I growled almost without meaning to, I felt as though I was no longer in control. My anger had taken over and all I could picture now was Nate, my brother, the only family I had left. I would not let something as worthless and meaningless as this stop me from finding him and keeping him safe. I would not kill my brother. The shell that I had slammed into the tree seemed to have gotten out of its frenzy. It slowly rose to its feet and charged; I grabbed my knife and twisted round slamming it into the shells head. It fell to the ground dead. Only problem was that my blade was still lodged in its head. A somewhat angry and gurgled moan splintered the silence; I twisted round and found two of the shells charging towards me. The first one made a grab for my arm, instantly I twisted it behind its back effectively tearing it of while pushing it into the other shell that was coming up towards me. While they stumbled I quickly took my chance and charged, effectively landing a kick to one of their heads. It flew off instantly. I grabbed the second shell and started pounding my fist into its face, over and over again.
The next eight shells charged. Fear kicked in, I was surrounded. I felt trapped. One grabbed hold of my arm, I was too slow to react as I felt its teeth clamp down onto my arm. Adrenaline, fear and anger seemed to just become one and my will to survive fought to win. I grabbed hold of the shells held and pummelled it into the ground, while then standing on it. I ran and grabbed hold of my blade that dislodged itself from the shells head with a sickening sound, as soon as I twisted round I jumped towards one of the first shells I found impaling it with my blade. Two more charged at me, I quickly fly kicked its head and sent the shell to the ground I quickly planted my foot into its head while lodging my blade into the others head. As I turned to look at the other shells I noticed that the final four walkers had stopped moving. They had just stopped and were looking at me.

"Come on! Kill me! Come on!" My voice sounded unnatural even to me, but the adrenaline and will pulsing through my body was only making my sense and logic of the situation deteriorate more and more. Yet again they did nothing, I watched as the moved away slowly and backed away from me. The sound of something slicing through the air however stopped them in their tracks. I watched as two of the shells were impaled by what I could make out as bullets. This snapped the last two out of their daze; their attention was back on me. One was instantly impaled by another bullet while the other gripped onto me pushing me to the ground. I slammed my feet into the shells stomach pushing it as far away from me as I could, I jumped up and charged towards the shell which was now stumbling to get, I pushed myself behind it as it made yet another grab for me, as soon as I was behind the shell I swiped my blade to the side and slammed it into the things head. As I looked at the shell one last time, it seemed to turn to me and let out on final gurgled moan. As my eyes met the shells I felt as though it was thanking me, like it wanted to die. My head was spinning and I felt sick, my throat was burning as I looked down at the blade in my hand, covered in the blood of the shell, I wanted it... I wanted the blood. I looked down at my arm and froze, I had been bit. That much was clear what wasn't clear was what the hell my skin was doing. I watched as my skin seemed to somehow just stitch itself back together. I watched as the pieces just fell back into place. It was sickening to watch but I couldn't look away. I felt sick. "What the fuck am I?"

"Who are you?" I spun around and was met with a gun being pointed directly at my head, the one holding the gun didn't look much friendlier than the gun itself. I decided to stare at the gun instead making sure my face was slightly covered. "I said who the fuck are you?" I could tell that this guy was already an asshole. He looked like someone you would find in a dirty old shed in the woods hidden from all humanity, his clothes were covered in dirt and he looked horrible. At that moment I noticed that he was hurt, his side was bleeding a lot. He must have been bit; I could tell though that he wouldn't tell me even if I asked. "You better-"

"You might want to get that looked at." I said as calmly as I possibly could, I didn't have time for this; I needed to get a move on and find this bunker, maybe even find some place that had weapons or a bed... maybe even just soft grass. The thought of sleep suddenly made my head dizzy. I held my ground though, this guy still had his gun trained on me and although he didn't notice I still had my hand gripped tightly on my blade. One move and it would be plunged into his head.

"That's not of your concern; now tell me your goddamn name!" I moved away and started to move around him, I didn't have time. My legs felt numb and my head was practically lolling to the side now barely holding itself up. I needed to sleep. "I asked you a fucking question!" I turned to look at him one last time, however I sharp pain jolting through my shoulder almost had me reeling backwards. That asshole had shot me. I felt angry, annoyed, all mixed into one. I twisted round and looked him dead in the eyes; I glared at him. The shock that etched its way onto the man's face was confusing to say the least. I heard something drop behind me; I turned around and look at the now dead walker standing in front of me. He had shot through me!

"Who the fuck, do you think you fucking are!?" I sprinted towards him, catching him of guard as we both collided to the ground; my blade was at his throat in an instant. "I will not waste my time with scum like you, when my brother is in danger. Don't get in my way boy." I pressed my blade onto his neck just a bit more, ensuring that it left a mark. I was satisfied when I saw small trickles of blood fall from the cut. "Understand?" There was no reply; the man was just staring at me. Saying nothing just staring... he looked confused, not scared more curious.

"Who are you?" I froze, just for a moment but that seemed enough that one moment and I was slammed down onto the ground, my blade now at my own throat. I looked up at the man and stared into his eyes. He looked back at me, without confusion just with plain curiosity I didn't understand what the hell he was staring at. I wanted to go, but at that moment I noticed how comfortable the ground was. How much blood I had lost, my eyes started to close I felt weak and sick. After what had happened I was surprise I was sane. "Come on woman, answer me! Who are you!?"

"Ashley, Ashley fucking Thornrose... pleasure to make your acquaintance." The man above me seemed to relax a bit. Then I watched as he looked me over, his body tensed slightly again. His eyes met mine once again; the seriousness in them told me that any sarcastic answer to this next question would more than likely decide my fate.

"You been bit?" I choked back a laugh, this is the second time I've been asked that question each time I feel the need to quote some silly zombie movie I watched. Right now however the need to sleep and the need to find whether or not this guy was going to kill me stopped me from doing so.

"If you can't see a bite mark on me, then obviously not... please just let me sleep now." I looked up at the man, practically begging him with my eyes to let me sleep. However he didn't seem to take heed to what I had said, he just looked at me then slowly lifted himself up of me, releasing my blade from my throat while doing so. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, only to see him stare down expectedly at me.

"Well if you ain't bit I'm not gonna leave ya' out here to die, now am I?" I stared at him in disbelief; he moved away from me and then looked back. I pushed myself up of the ground slowly, moving towards him. I was running of nothing but the little fat energy I had left on me, it was little to nothing I would collapse soon. I needed help, and he seemed to be offering. "Come on woman, ain't gonna wait forever for ya'."

"What's your name?" He looked back at me, I felt as though he was fighting back the urge to give a snide remark, however I looked at him completely indifferently I wasn't going to give him anything other than my curiosity. He could tell me, or he couldn't.

"Jacob, Jacob fucking Hutch."