Authors note: I can't remember the last time I wrote for any TV series that was currently being aired. Been wanting to write this for some time, and being a supernatural enthusiast, I wanted to explore that aspect of "Walker" through Emily. Not sure how long this story will stretch out, but I wanted to give it a shot while I had the inspiration (and the creative energy) for it.
The poor girl's bottom lip quivered as she sunk to her knees and stared helplessly at the slain body on the ground. She clearly didn't expect to see herself dead. Not too many people truly comprehend what death was all about until it was too late, and even then, few are prepared for the next path to take.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to touch her cheek, only to have her fingers slip through her flesh. Her hands then hovered over to where her heart once beat, as if somehow she could will herself back to life, to make those lifeless eyes of hers blink once more.
It was painful, and I honestly couldn't remember the last time I came upon another lost soul along this route. But given the particular location of this area, I was surprised it wasn't more common. This was not a good place to be caught in, especially at night.
I couldn't keep to myself any longer.
"Hey..." I called out gently.
The girl gasped and turned around, wet eyes now staring at me with wide, fear-filled curiosity.
"W-What's happened to me?" she whispered, her voice on the verge of cracking. "What... what h-happened?"
My shoulders sank as I kept my polite distance. Like I said, it'd a while since I came upon another like myself. I didn't want to lose this opportunity to actually talk to someone who could communicate with me without the use of a medium.
"I think you know what happened," I replied sadly. "I'm sorry, baby girl."
The realization hit her like a sucker punch, as she collapsed onto her bottom next to her corpse. Her head dipped down to her chest as her hair spilled past her shoulders. Quiet sobs racked her body, and I wanted to reach out and give her a hug. I had a feeling she left behind a fulfilling life she was clearly not ready to let go of.
I made my way over to her, where I knelt down in front of her. Hearing her cry almost brought forth my own tears. Couldn't remember the last time I shed tears for anyone, let alone for myself, but there was something about this girl that was just too pure that it was impossible to ignore.
"What's your name, hon?" I gently asked her.
Sniffling loudly, she gradually lifted her head until her sorrowful gaze met mine. Taking deep, shallow breaths (oh, she'd learn soon enough that ghosts didn't NEED to breathe, but those were instincts for you), she answered, "Emily... Emily Walker."