Heyo GUYS! I have just recently been engulfed into TWD fandom and ZAYUMMMM I LOVE IT, IT IS LYFE! But let's get serious our Carl needs a girlfriend, (*cough me *cough) no one understands my deep desire to audition for TWD. /T^T/
Whale on that note...enjoy!
Kisses,
~That_One_Fangirl55
I huff, it is getting colder out, I need to find somewhere to sleep soon or the walkers will come swarming. I had always loved nights before all this...now night was an enemy and I loathed seeing the sun lower and the moon rise.
My only option now seems to be a tree... I think to myself and I take out two knives, using them to climb the high tree, jabbing them into the rough bark. I was almost to a good sturdy branch when I hear a gunshot resonate through the air. Just great, now I will be dead before sunrise! In a seconds time I find that I hadn't been paying attention and my knife missed the tree, now, hanging by one knife, gravity takes its toll and I am falling towards the earth.
"AH!" I scream bracing myself for the fall. My back collides with the Earth and I groan, I try to sit up but my vision is blurry and my head hurts, I feel like the small portion of food I had 32 hours ago is coming up again. Before I got any puke on my parka or already dirty jeans I bend over, throwing up whatever was left in my body.
Could tonight get any worse? Oh wait it just did!
I hear groans from a few yards away and I try not to sob. This was it, my life ended here!
"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn't see you, I-uh didn't know the gunshot would scare you!" A voice says behind me and I look up to see a boy around my age with brown hair and a sheriff's hat behind me.
"Who the fuck shoots a gun at night! In this apocalypse?!"I hiss at him and he grabs my arm.
"We need to get out of here or we will be dead walker meat, follow me!" He says and I nearly puke again as he jerks me off the ground.
I clutch the bag on my back and struggle to keep up with the sheriff boy.
"Where the hell are we going?" I weeze at the boy as I struggle to use my legs, no matter how much dance I did a few years ago, I was tired from a long day, my muscles would not hold up.
"We're almost there! See that gate up there!" He exclaims quietly as we separate ourselves further from the walkers.
"DARYL OPEN THE GATES!" He yells and I swat him on the arm, the walkers are gaining on us and I see walkers outside the this, 'gate'. I looked closer and realized that this looked like a prison, with barbed wire fence, wooden stakes, and walkers surrounded it!
"Will we make it in without dying!?" I hiss at the boy that was just a few steps ahead of me and he nods smirking.
"Get a weapon out and follow my lead, you cover the left, I will cover right, just keep moving towards the gate!" He yells and I nod taking out about 5 shuriken (ninja stars).
We move in and with the bit of my muscle my body has left I throw one of my shuriken right between a walkers eyes and it falls, I quickly grab it and a few walkers fall over it, slowing them down.
I see the gate open and with one last push of strength the boy grabbed my hand and we dashed inside. Once the gates were closed my muscles gave out and I drop on my knees, panting like an overweight man after a run.
"Carl! Are you okay?" I hear a man yell as he rushes towards the boy next to me. So Carl is this kids name, huh?
"Yeah dad i'm fine! I shot my gun, scared this girl outta tree, then walkers...swarmed." He says sheepishly.
"What the hell were you thinking! Shooting a gun at night! What if one of them bit you!" The man yells and 'Carl' flinches a bit.
"Sorry dad." He says looking away.
"And who da hell is this!" Another man, a redneck looking guy with a crossbow, says.
"Uh, she was climbing a tree when I shot the gun, kinda got scared and fell out, landed on her back real hard." Carl says looking over at me and I get a better look at him, nice blue eyes, clouded over with sadness, depression, he looked thin with a bit of muscle, defined cheekbones, shaggy brown hair.
"So you brought her back here?" Redneck says.
"I couldn't let her die! I don't want to live with that on my back!" Carl shouts and his dad flinches a bit.
"What if she was from Woodbury!" Another woman suggests and I look at her confused.
"W-Woodbury? Excuse me ma'am?" I question, using my courage to muster up enough words to say something.
"What's your name sweetie? I am Rick, the leader of the group." Carl's dad says extending a hand to me, I don't shake it.
"Blake, Blake Mitchells." I say looking him in the eye, why the fuck was I here anyway?! Why couldn't have that damn boy left me?! And what the fuck is Woodbury?
"Nice to meet you, okay, you look a bit injured, you are going to stay with us for a bit, I just want to ask a few questions first, okay?" Rick says and I nod.
"How many walkers have you killed?"
"As many as I needed to survive one and a half years on my own." I say and a few other people look at me in shock.
"Um okay...how many people have you killed?" I am taken back by this question and my eyes darken, I looked away and bit my lip to keep the tears from spilling from my eyes.
"I am not answering that." I say harshly.
"Well until then we will get you treated, put in cuffs, and take away your belongings until you do, we have rules around here missy." Rick says firmly and I try to get up but fail. He grabs my wrist and I feel cool metal contact my boney arms, before the other one is slipped on redneck takes my backpack.
He promptly unzips it and dumps all my belongings out.
3 guns, ammo, shuriken, daggers and knives, painkillers, spare undergarments (damn why did I pack the shit from victoria secret), bandages, ropes, a few hair ties, a 70% charged ipod, and lastly, 3 pairs of pointe shoes I had from before the walkers infected the earth incase I ever got the chance to use them again.
"Looks like we got a badass little ballerina over here!" Redneck (A/N this is Daryl incase it wasn't already made clear) spits and I lunge at him before the last handcuff is clicked, grabbing one of the pairs, and smacking them across his face, sending him a few feet stumbling back, now I mind you these were untouched, un-broken in pointe shoes, hard as rocks.
"Ow! Goddammit little girl!" He yells trying to come at me but Carl stands in the way and Rick grabs me handcuffing me before I can try anything else.
"Put my shit back! Cunt of a redneck!" I hiss, whispering the last part.
"Let's get you to a cell, come on Carl." Rick says shoving me away from redneck and he brings me into a prison.
Wow, and I thought the outside world was hell.
Chappie one is done! I don't know how often I will update, I am not that far into season 2 and all information beyond that point is from my friend Lucie and other fanfictions! Also I am going to c2e2...Chandler will be there! AH! TBH he is mine :))))
Blake's info:
Age:15 (Carl is same)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 103 (I mind you in these times food is hard to find..)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Ginger (I love gingers, I have a ginger friend named Kelly and she is the legit shit like serious)
Body Markings: freckles (Lucie if you read this...FLECKLES), scar across back
Likes: Food, dance, music, being alone, target practice, anime, shopping, cats
Dislikes: Cold, dried fruit, noisy people, rednecks..*cough Daryl *cough
Outfit: Parka, Grey shirt that is a little shorts, revealing some of her stomach, it was the only shirt she has had for a few years, ripped dark wash jeans, combat boots 1 size too small
Hair Style: Mess french braid or ballet bun
Hope you enjoyed!
Kisses,
~That-One-Fangirl55