Hello! Sorry for the super long wait between chapters, but I had so much Christmas stuff to do that I didn't even get a chance to write until now! the next update will come much faster, I promise!
I don't own anything to do with the show, just Blake!
Enjoy!
Blake readjusted the straps on the now very heavy backpack as she and Michonne walked down the road. The trip to the strip mall was successful, and the girls now had barrel bolt locks, some canned goods, clean clothes, some tools and a couple packages of stale M&M's. Both girls were ecstatic to find the candy, an extremely rare item in the current world situation.
The two walked in silence, not finding much to talk about. When they were about twenty minutes from the house, Blake heard some growls up ahead. She stopped, Michonne doing the same as they drew their blades and listened. The girls continued forward, slowly and quietly. As the growls got louder, they walked slower, until a few walkers appeared from the treeline.
There were four, easily put down by the katana and machete, but then more came out, three this time. Again, the beasts were silenced by swinging metal, but then more came. And more. And more.
"Come on!" Blake began swerving through the herd, glancing back to be sure Michonne was behind her. The two dodged lunging walkers, the jaws snapping and fingers reaching out to grab a hold of their flesh. Blake led Michonne down the road and away from the house, more walkers piling out of the woods every minute. Both girls were noticeably slower than usual due to the heavy bags, but adrenaline was coursing through both of them, making the running slightly less agonizing. Michonne followed Blake, praying that the girl knew where she was going because she sure as hell didn't.
They ran for a few minutes, putting some distance between themselves and the herd. After a while, they came to a steep embankment, which Blake proceeded to slide down. She took her backpack off, sending it down the fifty foot drop before stepping onto the loose ground in an attempt to reach the road at the bottom. As she was sliding, she saw Michonne's bag go tumbling after her own and heard her begin to make her way down what was practically a cliff as well.
A few walkers caught up to the girls when they were about halfway finished their trek downwards. The first few corpses fell right off the edge of the ridge in an attempt to catch their meal. All Blake could hear was the snarls. They were everywhere! She took a quick glance to her left, ensuring her travel companion was alright. She wasn't.
"MICHONNE!" Blake yelled as she saw her friend go down. A walker fell near her, hitting the hilt of her sheathed katana and knocking the woman off balance. To Blake's horror, she tumbled down the remaining twenty feet of the incline with the walker.
Blake forgot about being careful, dropped onto her stomach and rolled the rest of the way down, hitting the pavement with a thump but not feeling it as she scrambled to her feet and rushed to Michonne's aid. "Are you okay?" she exclaimed, offering a hand and stabbing the walker that fell on her. She hauled Michonne to her feet, seeing the woman only using her right leg.
"Just a sprained ankle." Michonne winced, obviously in pain.
"Oh god." Blake groaned as the walkers continued to fall around them. Fortunately, the walker's legs, necks or arms would break upon impact with the ground, meaning they couldn't attack the living people. "Come on, let's get back." Blake hooked an arm around Michonne's waist, attempting to let the woman use her as a crutch, but the significant height difference made it difficult. Blake picked up both bags, slinging one into place over her back and the other backwards over her shoulders so it hung across her chest. The two then made their way slowly to a car, Michonne practically hopping on one leg and leaning heavily on Blake.
Blake found a car that wasn't blocked in by other vehicles and tried the passenger side door handle, finding it-luckily-unlocked. She helped Michonne into the front seat, closing the door behind her. She then threw the bags in the back seat and circled around to the driver's side door, climbing in behind the wheel.
There were no keys in the vehicle, so Blake turned around in her seat, rummaging through one of the bags until she found a flathead screwdriver. She forced the screwdriver into the ignition, breaking the lock pins. The car whined as she turned the screwdriver as she would a car key. She tried again and the engine sputtered. "Come on, come on." She muttered, cranking the screwdriver one more time. The engine sputtered again but then turned over and came to life. "Yes." Blake sighed, leaning back against the seat.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Michonne asked, clutching at her calf to try to stop the excruciating pain radiating from her ankle.
"My dad taught me." Blake pulled her seatbelt on, buckling it in place before making sure she could reach the pedals okay. "Taught me to drive too."
"Good." Michonne pulled her seatbelt on as well, wincing as Blake hit the gas and the car started forwards with a slight jolt.
"Sorry." She mumbled, concentrating on not hitting the other cars in the road and jostling Michonne more. "Haven't done this in a while."
"It's okay." Michonne clenched her teeth as Blake tried to swerve as gently as possible between cars. "Not your fault."
Blake kept her eyes on the road and managed to get out of the traffic snarl without hitting any cars. She sped up a bit then, getting off of the major road and turning onto a side street. "We're taking the long way home. Just in case."
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Blake parked the car a few houses down from their own, just in case the alarm went off or someone wanted to take it and saw them inside. She hopped out of the vehicle, slung one bag over her back and one over her chest and helped Michonne out of the car. She had taken her shoe off and cut away part of her pant leg so the ankle could swell without causing her more pain and blocking circulation. It was not a pretty sight.
Michonne's leg was bruised from halfway down her shin to the tips of her toes and swollen to twice its size. Blake felt responsible for the injury, thinking they could have figured out a different way of getting away from the walkers, but she knew that they would have died if they had hung around any longer.
Blake noticed the curtains of their house moving. A moment later, Rick came jogging down the street.
"What the hell happened?" He asked, immediately gesturing for Blake to give him a bag and then hooking his own arm around Michonne's waist.
"We'll tell you inside." Michonne said, clearly just wanting to sit down. She was able to move much faster with two people helping her, especially since one of them was actually her height. It took no time at all to reach the house.
Once inside, Blake locked the front door while Rick helped Michonne into the kitchen and sat her down on a chair.
"I'll be right back!" Blake called, dropping the bag she carried on the floor before flying up the stairs in search of her mother's old walking cast. She ran down the hall and into her parent's room. Two steps into the room, she stopped dead.
Blake hadn't been in this room yet. She hadn't expected to be this affected by it. Memories streamed into her head. All of the good times she and her parents had shared. Images of her father pitching a baseball, taking her out for ice cream when she hit her first home run. Images of her and her mom going on trips to the mall or trying to bake cookies. Family dinners, board games when the power went out, trips to amusement parks where she would ride the spinnovator until she threw up. Feeding stray cats, helping an injured bird, learning to fish. Everything positive she had ever experienced with her parents flooded into her mind, but she couldn't quite remember either of their smiles. Then the bad things came. Hours of pacing at the safe zone, cold nights huddled around the fire together, the first walker kill, the first walker bite, the first human death. Blake couldn't remember her mother's smile, but she could remember the face she made when she was screaming. The expression that was glued onto her face for the last few moments of her life. She saw her father running into the pack and getting torn apart. She could hear the screams. She saw Tegan dying as she held her in her arms. The tears rolling down both of their faces. She saw her family die over and over and over again. She heard screaming. But it wasn't familiar. It sounded like a cat being strangled. Who was making that noise? They needed to stop. The screaming became clearer, and Blake realised 'Holy shit. It's me.' But she couldn't stop. She couldn't even feel the scream, she could just hear it.
"Blake." The voice was far away, and sounded as if it was coming through a thousand cotton balls. "Blake." It was clearer this time, and the screaming had stopped. "Blake!" okay that was Rick. Rick was calling her name. Why was Rick calling her name? "Blake!" Why couldn't she move? "BLAKE!" the fogginess went away. The memories stopped as if someone has flipped a switch. Blake was on the floor of her parent's bedroom, curled up in a ball, tears running down her cheeks. Her throat felt raw and her head hurt. Rick's hand was on her shoulder, shaking it. "Blake?" Rick said softly once the girl's eyes opened. "Are you okay?"
Blake slowly uncurled herself and sat up, facing a kneeling Rick. "What happened?" She asked, confused.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Rick sat down in front of Blake, his brow furrowed. "You were up here a while-ten minutes maybe-then we heard you scream and fall, I came up here and you were on the floor."
"Panic attack." Blake shrugged, still mildly trembling. "I'm okay."
"You sure?" Rick stood and held put a hand to the girl, she took it, her hands shaking.
"Yeah." If there was one thing Blake was really good at, it was lying.
I hope that was action-y enough... the last couple chapter were mostly fillers so I could get my thoughts straight about the direction this story is going in.
I'm trying for another chapter or two before my Christmas break ends, so keep an eye out!
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