A/N: Here it is! Mcihigan and Mattie Part Two!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Michigan.
Michigan's worst nightmare had come to life. And it was right there, not twenty feet in front of her. Three people, if you call them that, were crouched over the remains of what Michigan assumed was the woman's husband. These people were tearing at the man's flesh and exposed organs, shoveling it all into their mouths as if they had never eaten a day in their lives. The man's mouth was open, forever frozen in his cry for help. Michigan covered her mouth and choked back a sob. She couldn't believe this was happening. After every warning, every scolding she had given him, that everyone had given him, and he had still done it.
Mattie POV:
Mattie was absolutely disgusted. These three people were literally eating this man alive. It was the creepiest thing he had ever seen. He forced himself to look away from the carnage and look at his niece. Her hand was covering her mouth, and she looked horrified. Mattie put his hand on her shoulder and stepped closer to her, ready to defend her from these crazy-ass people, should they decide to attack. She looked up at him, and her eyes began to water.
"How could he do this?" She whispered. He raised his eyebrow at her.
"How could who do what?" he asked. But she just shook her head and turned back to the frenzy, watching it with some form of remorse.
MichiganPOV:
It was all Michigan could do to keep herself from crying. This, horror right in front of them, she couldn't help but blame herself. She shood have stopped him when she had the chance. She just stared at the carnage, lost in her thoughts. She was honestly surprised that they hadn't noticed her and her uncle yet. It would have remained that way if the woman hadn't gotten the courage to walk up the stairs again. Michigan turned when she heard a loud gasp behind her, and saw the woman standing there, mouth agape. She looked like she was about ready to scream. Michigan stepped forward, ready to warn her, when the woman cried out.
"RICHARD! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!?" Michigan cowered and turned. The people looked up, and Michigan swore. All thre stood up and made their way towards Michigan, Mattie, and the woman. Michigan quickly pulled her knife out and flicked it open. She saw her uncle turn to her out of the corner of her eye. She knew he would question her, try to stop her even, but she would ignore him. The protective side of her was coming out, and she was going to protect her uncle, no matter the cost. She ran a few feet to the left, away from both her uncle and the woman and whistled. The dead trio turned their attention toward her. They hesitated for a moment, then attacked. They all lunged for her simultaneously, but Michigan dodged it and turned, ramming her knife into the back of the skull of one of the trio. She glanced at her uncle, and saw the look of total surprise on his face. She turned away from him and pulled the knife out of the back of the head of the one she just stabbed. She was about to attack the next one when she felt something grab her ankle and pull. She fell forward, hitting her face on the pavement with a loud smack. She turned and looked behind her to see the torn-up figure of the man that was previously being eaten by the people. He growled and pulled her ankle towards his mouth, his teeth clacking. Michigan struggled to pull her foot free, kicking the man in the face in the process. she was glad that she had worn her rubber fishing boots, becuase the offered some protection as she kicked the man's jaw out of place. But she couldn't get her foot free, and she refused to draw up her strength reserves just to kick a dead man in the face. She looked desperately to her uncle.
"Uncle Mattie, help!" she cried, struggling. He stood there, staring for a second, until her cry for help finally processed. He pulled his hockey stick out of nowhere and ran toward her, bringing down onto the dead man's head. Michigan felt the grip on her ankle let up, so she pulled her foot free and crawled forward, stabbing the man in the head. Her uncle reached under her arms and pulled her away from the man as i he would get up again. But Michigan knew he wouldn't. She was about to thank her uncle when she heard screaming. She turned to see the woman being attacked by the other two, trying to fight them back with her purse. Michigan got up and was going to help, when her uncle grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the car. She yelped in protest as she was shoved into the front seat. Her uncle slammed the door behind her and jumped over the hood of the car and yanked open the driver's door. Michigan barely had time to buckle herself in before her uncle had jammed the keys into the ignition and started the car. He backed up and pulled out of the parking lt at break-neck speed, putting as much distance between them and the carnage in as little time as possible. Michigan said nothing for the first ten minutes of driving away, until she finally mustered up the courage.
"I could have saved her." She said. Her uncle turned and glared at her for a few seconds before turning back towards the road.
"What... the Fuck... was that?" He demanded. Michigan turned and looked out the window before replying.
"That was the Walking Dead."
A/N: Chapter Two is over! Up next, Florida, Athens, and British Columbia!
Oh, and I have a special request! If anyone would be willing to draw, or find someone who would be willing to draw, the cover page for this story, I would greatly appreciate it! I was thinking America, 2P!Canada, and Michigan all fighting off a group of zombies.
...Well... thanks for reading!
