Lady C here

After many rewrites and days of severe writers block

I bring you the new story of Bella!

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I woke with a start, lying on a bed in a room I didn't recognize. The wind was blowing warm air through the open window making the curtains billow out. I shivered, which caused me to peak under the blankets. I was dressed in a pair of sweats and my maroon sports bra; a white bandage covered the wound on my stomach. I tried to sit up but the pain in my abdomen caused me to lay back down on the pillows with a groan.

My eyes searched out my belongings, my backpack sat on a traveling trunk under the open window but my guns and machete were gone. An uneasiness crept down my spine.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"

I jumped as the bedroom door slowly opened revealing a tall brunette. "Your awake." she said with a smile as she came more fully into the room.

I instantly pressed myself against the headboard drawing my lower half to my chest in fear, ignoring the throbbing from my stomach, my eyes searching for an escape.

"Shh, you're safe here." She said moving slowly towards me.

"BULLSHIT! Tell that to the three guys who raped and killed my sister! Then came after me!" I nearly screamed; scrambling off the bed. In my escape, I spotted a pair of scissors sitting on the tall dresser to my right. I grabbed them and swung myself into a corner between the dresser and a light blue chair with a high back. "Where the fuck am I? Who the hell are you? And where the fuck are my clothes!" I demanded pointing the scissors at the other girl.

"Maggie, is everything ok?" a male voice from the other side of the door called out as the door hand began to turn.

"We're fine, Daddy. No need to come in." She said stepping back and stopping the door from opening. "Give us a few minutes Daddy, she just woke up and she's pretty scared."

"Ok, Maggie. I'll be in the hallway. Take all the time you need."

Maggie turned and gave me a small smile. "Let's start again. I'm Maggie Green." She said her eyes warm and welcoming as she took a step closer to the bed. "You?"

"Isabella, but I refer Bella." I stated tightening my grip on the scissors. "You didn't answer my question, Maggie."

"Your right, first you are in the spare room of my father's farm house. He and Otis picked you up on the side of the road while looking for some supplies. Your clothes needed to be washed and are currently on the line drying. Your shirt, unfortunately was destroyed and I threw it away when Daddy stitched you up. As for your guns, Daddy has them locked up." Maggie explained.

I suddenly started to feel dizzy as Maggie continued, "Why don't you come lay down, so daddy can look at your stomach. It looks like you ripped your stitches."

I looked down and noticed blood had started to seep through my bandage. "Shit!"

"Bella!" Maggie yelled as everything went dark and I fell backwards against the wall.

Sometime later…

I opened my eyes with a slow groan, my hand going to my forehead.

"See what happens when you over excite yourself? You end up with a pretty good, size goose egg on the back of your head. But don't worry, daddy got you all patched up."

I rolled over and looked at Maggie. She looked as if she had slept in the chair next to my bed. I slowly sat up, grimacing as the stitches across my stomach stretched. Sitting again the headboard I looked out the window into the darkened sky. We both jumped as the bedroom door opened.

"There you are Maggie." he said with a soft smile, "How's the patient doing?" he asked his eyes moving from Maggie to me. "Ah you're awake again. You had us worried."

"Daddy this is Bella, Bella this is my father Hershel." Maggie made the introductions noticing my fear before she stood up.

"Nice to meet you Bella." Hershel said stepping into the room.

"Same to you Mr. Greene." I said relaxing a little bit as I pulled the blanket up over my exposed torso.

"Please call me Hershel." Hershel took Maggie's spot on the bed, "Do you mind if I check your stitches?" he asked. I hesitantly shook my head.

Turning back to Maggie he said, "Why don't you go and grab some food for Bella. She's probably starving." We all laughed as my stomach gurgled in response to the mention of food. Maggie shook her head and left the room.

I hesitantly lowered the blanket and watched Hershel take the bandage off my stomach, a queasiness came over me as I took in my wound. "Oh shit." I whispered, 'little bitch got me worse then what I thought…'

"Unfortunately we don't have a lot of supplies, so it's a bit infected." Hershel explained as he wiped blood and puss from my wound before pulling a tube of ointment out from the night stand beside the bed. "You're going be laid up for a few more days. You are more than welcome to stay with us, I just ask that I keep your guns and the machete."

I was taken back by the invitation, but I was also hesitant since Hershel wanted to keep my weapons. I admit I was more concerned with the people in the house then the lamebrains outside.

As if reading my thoughts, Hershel said, "You have nothing to fear from the people in the house nor the undead outside we're safe here." he patted my leg, "Our farm is secluded."

"Thank you Mr. Greene- Hershel." I said grateful for not only his help but his hospitality. 'Thank you for not being some wacko serial killer... yet' Hershel replaced the gauze and was just standing to leave when Maggie came in with a tray of food. "Ah Maggie is back with your dinner" he said before leaving the room.

I smiled as I took the tray of food. A steaming bowl of veggie soup, some crackers and a tall glass of lemonade and what looked to be an apple cobbler with whipped cream made my stomach growl louder.

"Someone's hungry." Maggie said giggling.

I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear as I looked for a spoon, "Um do I get a spoon or do I have to use my hands?" I tease dipping my finger into the whipped cream as the bedroom door opens and there stood a blonde girl about nineteen.

"Here Maggie you forgot these." She said softly handing Maggie a set of silverware.

"Thanks Beth!" Maggie said jumping up and taking the silverware. "Bella, this is my sister Beth. Beth this is Bella." she said handing me a fork and a napkin.

I smiled warmly, "Nice to meet you Beth and thank you for the food." I said taking the spoon and digging into the cobbler first, I haven't had real food in almost three weeks. I moaned in happiness which caused the other two girls to laugh. Swallowing my bite, I spoke up, "This is really good."

Maggie sat down but Beth shook her head a grin on her face, "Thank you, well I got a kitchen to clean up, so I'll talk to you both later." she said smiling before closing the bedroom door.

Maggie sat at the end of the bed, her legs under her. "I love your accent." she stated as I continued to stuff my face. "Where are you from? What happened to your family?" she asked grabbing a piece of cracker off my plate.

"Thank you." I said after swallowing my bite. "I was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland." I whispered it was still hard to talk about. "My family... that's easy... everyone is dead..."

Maggie nodded than quickly changed the subject to music and movies. We talked about what we did before all hell broke out. She was easy to talk to, reminded me a lot of my sister…

Anna

She was twenty-four and was going to school for cosmetology, while I was twenty-six and a bartender/struggling musician. Somehow we got to talking about all my tattoos which were pretty noticeable. I grinned as Maggie had me show each one, explain the meaning of them and how old I was when I got it.

I had quite a few and they all meant something to me. On my left shoulder was a four leaf clover with my little brother's name on it, a Goth fairy on my right shoulder blade with sister written under it, I had a music note behind my right ear. My tramp stamp wasn't a typical girly tattoo, instead it was a picture of Jack Skeleton and Sally from 'A Nightmare before Christmas'. On the inside of my left ankle was Tinker Bell, sitting on a block of wood with the letter 'M' and 'faith, trust and pixie dust'. On the back of my leg was a spider web with my last name spun into the web.

I showed Maggie my favorite one, a raven holding a shredded up piece of paper with the word 'Nevermore' on the inside of my right leg. She looked at it funny. I smiled at her confusion; "Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven' was one of my favorite stories. So for my twenty-first birthday, my Uncle paid a friend of his to do it. It was the one and only time he ever closed the bar." I explained running my hand over the tattoo, my mind going to the day when he came in to the bar as I was cleaning and doing inventory. He dragged me to the back room, a playful grin on his face and his eyes full of mischievousness. I stopped after he opened the double doors to a surprise birthday party with everyone from the bar, customers as well as other bartenders and waitresses'.

"Sounds like you were pretty close to your Uncle." Maggie said interrupting my thoughts.

"Ya, he may have been my Uncle, but he was also my best friend. He was fourteen when I was born and instantly became my body guard. I came to live with him and my Da when I was about fourteen." I pulled my pant leg down. "He taught me how to fight, how to shoot. He was a better father to me then my own father was..." I said wiping away a tear that slid down my cheek. "I was with them when Atlanta got bombed. Part of me hopes their still alive but it's been three weeks now and deep down I don't want to believe their gone."

Maggie yawned and stretched, "We better get some sleep or Daddy will have my ass for keeping you up when you should be resting." she said getting up. "Good night Bella."

"Good night Maggie..."

A/N

I DO NOT OWN TWD

JUST MY LIL

BELLA!