Disclaimer- I do NOT own The Walking Dead, although I wish I did.
I don't usually have girlish, weak characters but I wanted her to be the opposite of Daryl and wanted her to start off her and Daryl not liking eacht other to give the story character, instead of her instantly falling for him, she also has issues so the ''romance'' might be off at a slow start. but hopefully they'll have lots of banter.
''Fuck'' I groaned into my pillow, what the hell is that noise? It sounded like... barking? It took me a minute to realise what that meant.
''Maya!'' I yelled, leaping off the mattress, sprinting toward forest ignoring the burning of my legs. I ran even faster at the sound of children screaming that soon followed, I hesitated slightly, when realising I didn't have any weapons to protect me or Sophia and Carl with. I turned to see Lori and Carol close on my tail, screaming right with me.
''Maya!'' I screamed, catching sight of the creamy, ball of fur, I released a long breath of relief shaking my head slighty, I was so thankful she wasn't dead. I quickly patted her on the head and grabbed her by her blue collar, turning her in the direction to run with me, by this point we were nearer to the schreeching and Carol, Lori and a few others had caught up with me but I soon past them due to being the fastest runner.
''C'mon girl'' I called to Maya willing her to go faster, I kept pushing myself even though my calves felt like pins were jabbing through my skin over and over again, I wouldn't have Sophia and Carl's death on my concious.
I finally reached them when they came stumbling out from the bushes, sniffling to them selves. I silently gestured them to get behind me and they ran back into their mothers arms as I stalked on, careful to not make any noise, to find what had got them so startled. I was almost sick at the sight, an infected was on it's knees munching on a deer like it was a hamburger, guts spewing out of it's mouth as it ravenously tore it apart, It was sad to think that, that once beautiful deer had to die a gruesome death like this, it didn't deserve it, no one did.
I looked back over my shoulder to see if the rest of the group knew what was going on, I didn't have a weapon so I wouldn't be much helpputting it down.
Grimacing, I turned back to see the walking corpse, seemingly, hadn't noticed our arrival yet, obviously too occupied chewing down on the deer, that for the first time I noticed it had arrows sticking out of it's body, who could of done that? Is there more suvivours? The thought of more people gave me a slight thrill, it was nice to know you weren't on your own in a world as crazy as this.
Rick, Shane, Glenn, Dale, Morales, and T-Dog had formed themselves in a circle around the spectacle when the carcass climbed to his feet, eventually noticing that fresh meat had come along, and heading for Rick, when he smacked it across the face with the bud of his gun, sending it stumbling toward Shane, who in turn hit it in the head with his gun, making it fall to the ground.
The whole circle had joined in savagely beating the rotting body with their choice of weapons. The sight made me slightly sick, is this who we are now? Beating unmercifully on what used to be a person, he could of had a family, this could of been someones son, father or brother, maybe all of the above. Thankfully, Dale swung his axe and decapitated it's head from it's body. I almost doubled over and had to put a hand over my mouth to swallow the bile rising in my throat.
''That's the first we've had up here'' Dale informed the group in disbelief, taking his hat off to remove the sewat on his forehead.
''They're running out of food in the city'' Glenn stated.
''That's where I came from, it's completely taken over'' I added timidly and they nodded already knowing Atlanta was a dead end.
A rustling sounded from from the bushes and everyone tensed, ready for another infected to come through at hearing the noises we had made. Suprisingly, a rugged man emerged with sandy blonde hair, that was covered in dirt and grime, matched with icy blue hues and crossbow in hand, was this the survivor? The thought made me giddy, if he made it out alive on his own, maybe my family had too. But his facial expression confused me, it was uninviting and looked slightly suprised, but not at there being suvivors, he looked fimilarised with the group but suprised to see them here. If he was part of the group, why wasn't he at the fire last night?
His eyes narrowed in distrust when he noticed me and Rick standing next to the group and I tried to give him my most friendliest smile, but probably came out more of a grimace, he was just so damn intimidating, he shook his had and carried on forward. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the deer, half eaten on the ground.
''Son of a bitch! This is my deer! Look at it, all gnawed on by this filthy... disease bearing... motherless... poxy... piece of shit'' He growled in his thick southern accent, taking his frustration out on the headless body by kicking at it as hard as he could. I was suprised, I expected his voice to be deeper, like so deep it was almost incoherent.
''Calm down son, that's not helping'' Dale interrupted the mans ranting softly, with disaproving eyes. I was shocked that they had let someone like him in their group, he was an aggressive red neck.
''What do you know 'bout it old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat off and go back to ''On Golden Pond''?'' He stormed towards Dale in rage, sending him a deathly glare till Dale backed off. I glared at him, wanting so badly to punch him in the face, who was he to talk to Dale like that? I wasn't even sure what ''On Golden Pond'' was but i'm betting it wasn't meant as a compliment. Whatever happened to respecting your elders? Asshole.