Girl's POV
Barock was my horse. I found him as a babe with his legs broken and his mother dead beside him. I was in New York at the time, away from my country and just starting to learn English six years before.
Unable to leave him stranded there, I took him home, mended his wounds, and nursed him back to health.
Six years past and the world turned to hell. Walkers were everywhere and by the time I landed in Atlanta, they were everywhere, killing by the thousands and turning the dead back into living. Only they weren't really living anymore.
Barock was all I had left and when that American holding a crossbow hit him, I wanted to shoot my arrows into his heart.
He was fine now, only a bruise left on his chest showing past his white fur black spots.
"Americans," I said coldly, feeling his bruise to make sure it wasn't too bad. Barock was never a gentle horse. He was rowdy, loud, mischevious, and spirited like any teenager, but he was also annoying a trait which didn't win him any likes from our group.
"Louana!" Reagan called, her Sudane accent heavy as she came in on her horse. Her long dreadlocks bounced as she camed in from the hill landing by some trees as she got off her silver mare.
"Where have you ban? We have been lookang for you all over for you!" She said, looking me up and down for any bites or injuries. Bane came out from behind, his bay stallion clumsily stepping down the hill.
"I got into some trouble with some Americans at a farm a mile west of here. Some dumbass with a crossbow." I told them, Bane stepping dawn and pulling out his gun for safe measure. He was american unlike Reagan and I, but he was no redneck. He was from New York like me, almost a doctor before the walkers starting being everywhere.
"Want me to take care of them?" He asked.
"Please. If Louana couldn't handle them you sure as hell cannot." Reagan said as the rest of our group arrived. There were eight of us, a group mostly made up of foreigners and a few americans. We'd been together for over a year and never had we left each other's side.
"They aren't a threat." I told them.
"Barock just aggravated one is all."
"Barock is the fasest and strongest gelding we have." Bane said.
"If someone tried to hurt him we should threaten them back." Someone suggested. I shook my head, but as night began falling, we set up a fire and the discussion was far from over.
"Here's what we are going to do." Reagan started. Since she was our leader, she was the one who made all the final descisions.
"We ride up on our horses- no guns and Louana no bow. We keep those hidden. No weapons show. We challenged their leader, say we want to talk. Once they agree, we get off the horses. If they don't agree, we persuade them."
Raegan continued explaining the plan and with every other turning point, I became more and more intrigued.