Rain and thunder

Summary: A girl in all despair, trapped and surrounded. She was nearly ready to let go before an arrow came to her rescue. She saw the body fall and a few men rush to her safety. Alix Ryan soon would become a very valuable person to the dismantled group. A distant girl who didn't let herself get too close to anybody and strived to look out for herself. Set early season three and somewhat follows the episodes but, with added scenes and a new original character.

Warning: I do not own TWD or any of the character but my own. This is just for entertainment and not canon at all.

Chapter one: "Insanity"

Word count: 533

"I'm ready for it," scraping and loud groans suffocated the open room "I'm ok with ending."

There was no way I was gonna make it out. Tears brimming my eyes as I held my gun, ready to step out that door.

I pulled the metal bar and twenty of them came flooding in. I shot the ones in front as I took steps backwards. Crying and screaming to no one who remained. Soon I was against the wooden fence that separated the Jesus statue from the rest of the church. I grabbed onto the wooden post and climbed up. Killing the ones that were grasping at my feet. I had killed five and there were only four left in the chamber.

I shot three more before sitting at the top of the ledge. The rest were just a foot below my hanging feet. I left one bullet loaded.

Staring at the statue of a man I didn't know.

"Do something!" My voice broken down and tired.

"Love, you preached love."

"We disobeyed."

"And now the dead haunt the living."

"Why must I die like this?"

"Why?"

"Tell me you're actually listening!"

"Give me a sign why I should still believe."

I was about to continue before I let my head fall in shame. Tears covered my face and turned the dirt to mud.

That's when I saw an arrow zoom in and hit a walker right beneath me. Men flooded in with knives and other sharp weapons, taking the undead down.

I watched every last one fall to the floor as the four men took in deep breaths. One of the men held onto his knees, half bent over. He looked Korean.

There was another man who was white and had dark brown colored hair and beard. He looked aged, not by his years on earth, but from the things he had seen. There was a certain look about him that if you looked deep enough you could find.

A black man with a shaved head and a mustache leaned back as he wiped his face of sweat. He had a lightness and also a darkness to his soul.

Then the fourth man came to sight. He held a crossbow and a stance. He also looked aged, but even worse then what this new world has done. Like he had been tortured all his life from the world, before and after.

That arrow was more significant then I had ever realized. It was worth everything and so much more.

He stood away, kind of looking at the ground before turning to watch the open church doors.

The bearded man raised his gun at the sight of mine. I raised my left as I turned the safety back on and tucked it into my waistband. He let his weapon fall at my small but significant action. He had just saved me and I wasn't about to just shoot him.

The black man from before raised his hand up for mine to take and I took it. He helped me down with a smile.

"Thank you," I said barely in a speaking voice as it was now raspy and quiet from the screaming and crying.

A/N: Thanks for reading and I already have the next chapter ready for an upload on Thursday (19MAR2020 in the U.S.). Hope you come back and continue with this story. I am having a little writers block for my other stories so, hopefully I can get over it and get back to uploading. Anyways hope you have a good day/night! Bye!

-Amory