Soo I write a lot of quick chapters sorry, I just am trying to get this fan fiction started and have a lot and I lose my train of thought and wowie. Basicly I write as ideas come to me.
The man's name was Gabriel, he's a priest who had a small church. He's letting us stay there for awhile. I'm a little offended that Rick let him stay with us with a little less convincing then it took for me to stay. Of course, he didn't faint and he doesn't look like he was dying like me, I just kept that anger to myself.
As hard as it was for me to except, I didn't fit in well here. A man named Bob tried to talk to me a lot but, I didn't understand what he was saying half the time. I'm grateful that he tried at least, I wasn't an easy person to get to know. I stayed to myself.
In a sick way, the group was kinda like school, everyone knew each other but I wasn't even fully trusted yet. Carl talked to me a little, but mostly about hunger and thirst, not the most interesting things. I guess he knew we would have to grow up together, we might as well talk to each other.
Everyone was sitting on the church floor talking out a plan. I wasn't invited in on this conversation, so I sat alone in the back near the doors of the church.
I sat on the church bench thinking about everything. I felt the soft seat with my hands. I remember going to church with Aunt Jane. Sometimes, I had to sit alone in the pews because Aunt Jane was up in the choir. She was the youngest one in the church choir, also the loudest. I could always hear her voice over everyone else's.
With the thought of her sweet voice in my head, I drifted away into sleep
"Dakota.?" a soft voice said. I looked next to me on the bench was a women's shadow. It was to dark to see her face.
"What?" I answered quietly not to wake the others.
"I came for you, I'm back to save you," the woman insured me.
"Aunt Jane?"
"No sweety, it's your mom."
"Mom?" I asked quietly, my eyes started watering.
"You need out, I can take you away just follow me."
"Did you ever get enough money in Vegas?" I asked. I've always wanted to know.
"Follow me, darling" she sang, totally ignoring my question. She stood up and turned her back to me. I got up to follow her, I took one last look at my group, then turned back to her. I gasped.
"Mom?" She turned around slowly letting out a hiss. She approached me slowly, her blood was dripping to the floor, hair was greasy and thin with huge clumps taken out, her eyes were glazed over, like milky pearls. I fell on to the floor with a thud. I lifted myself up and looked around. I ran out the church doors.
I ran far until I stopped completely out of breath, my ankle that was healing quickly was throbbing. I stopped to sit down and then I was grabbed from behind. A hand covered my mouth. It wasn't a dead man grabbing me, but a live one. He picked me up and I began to kick around. I bit his finger making him yelp, then he dropped me. I hit the ground I started to scramble a way. All of a sudden, another man came from a nearby bush lifting me up easily and covered my head with a brown paper bag. They must have put a chemical in it and I passed out quickly.