𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

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August 31, 2010
1:00 pm

(First 2 chapters suck ass)


The thick atmosphere surrounded the body of earth holding everything in place, the sun shining down glazing every vulnerable sight for the sun to rage its heat onto, the warm breeze bristling the overgrown leaves, leaving the silence of breeze until it was interrupted by a women lightly jogging, the dried leaves cruching beneath her feet.

Her jagged breath cutting in and out through her lungs, the jogs were soon followed by rough slow steps coming close behind like it was a race to something more precious, long picked at arms, the skin slowly peeling of the exposed muscle reaching out towards the women swiping the air like knifes cutting through carrots.

"Come get me.." through short breaths she scoffed out at the monstrous beings, everything in her eyes seemed blurry and static, her body slowly shutting down from dehydration and lack of malnutrition.

As hard as she could run it was in-between before her fragile body would soon collapse, while frantically looking for any sign of a high lodge to climb from the eating sticks trailing behind her. Her face met with the sky realizing she had tripped over her own feet, creating a quiet thud while the dried leaves comforted her like a small cotton bed restricting her from meeting the cold, brown dirt,

She lied on her back, gazing up at the serene blue sky. The sun's warmth enveloped her, and she feels the rough dried leaves beneath her. The air is still, and there's a sense of calm that seems to pervade everything. She takes a deep breath, savoring the peace and quiet. She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the stillness.

The flesh- eaters are getting closer, and she can hear their low moans. sighing waiting for those man eating things to catch up with her as she layed there defenseless, she had made it this far but the gun strapped in her belt had run out of ammo but I guess running miles on end wasn't good enough. Soon a group of rotting flesh come into view, as they grabbed onto her body, she wasn't resisting nor putting up much of a fight.

"I hope that I taste like shit" before the once alive human could bite into her skin a bolt shot clean through the head watching as the body leaned slumped back, the same happened to the other one, she noticed the bolt came from afar probably 10 meters away, or maybe closer.

Acting on instinct she shut her eyes pretending to be unconscious, a couple of minutes had passed thumping footsteps approaching near her body.

"The hell?" A man with a gruff voice said with a low mumbled tone, she could feel his presence and his stares waiting for her time to strike him down, he leaned closer to her before she struck open her eyes causing him to stumble back, with ease she managed to tackle him down onto the damp muddy floor.

Her blade pressed against his neck, his hands restricted from moving as her knees layed onto his open palms giving her an advantage of his every move,

"Who are you? And why did you save me"

The moment she did all of this in one swift move made her mind go blurry for a couple seconds before returning her full attention to the man that layed underneath her, his eyes glancing from the knife to her face.

Two gashes sat opened on her palm and a stab wound protruding in her waist, the blood seeping through her thin protection of clothing.

The man never said anything as he was defenseless, his crossbow slinged away from his grasp.

"Answer me. I'm not playing any games today."

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She shifted the sharp blade deeper into his exposed neck, the indent cutting just the first layer of skin.

His breathing seemed to fasten as his chest raised faster with each breath he took, as he responds with a hoarse tone

"I ain' tellin you shit."

This only irrated the women more. how could he be so careless, even as he was being threatened- he was practically being held defenseless.

"I will cut your head off in seconds but since I'm feeling generous, tell me who you are."

His rough huff erupted his chest causing him to jerk up slightly pushing the women off his body, she intently got to her feet incase he tried to attack her like she did to him.

"I jus' saved ya damn life n' ya put a blade to my throat!?"

Instead of expecting to be pounced on the man stood on his own feet swiping his weapon off the ground, point a finger at her figure while yelling out at her causing her expressions to falter.

She didn't give him a response and instead focused her attention to the stab wound that opened wider due to the rough altercation with the man, feeling the blood flush out like a open water tank making her want to vomit at the scene, lifting her shirt slightly to expose the wound.

The skin was ripped, the scar looking a like gaped hole- torn tissue exposing some of the meat along with the pouring blood. Digusted was all she felt before her mind got that blank feeling again.

Each time she blinked her eyes, it was like a mini time skip with passing blinks the tough man grew closer to her, as she shook her head in a no motion.

Making the situation just worsen she gave in to her whim, faltering her once steady posture hunched over in pain groaning as the wound became in a unbearing pain.

With a swift motion, he lifted her up, She could feel the muscles in his arm tense as he held her, his body warm and solid against hers. She wrapped her own arm around his neck, clinging to him as he steadied her. She could feel his breath hot against her cheek,

she began to sway unsteadily on her feet, he quickly stepped forward and reached out to steady her. With a gentle yet firm grip, he took hold of her hand and pulled her close, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. She leaned heavily against him, her weight pressing into his side as she struggled to keep her balance. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt, and the softness of her hair brushing against his cheek. He held her close, his muscles tensing as he bore the weight of her body, determined to keep her from tipping over.

her fingers brushed against the rough fabric of his vest. She winced as the coarse material rubbed against the open gash on her palm, sending a sharp pain shooting up her arm. She could feel the rough texture of the vest against her skin, the fibers scraping against the raw wound.

"Damnit can't ya be more careful"

The women seethed out in pain almost hissing as the vest rubbed more carefully against the ripped wound

"Should've just left ya to the walkers"

she could hear the sound of his scoff echoing through her disoriented mind. She struggled to focus, her mind still muddled with the remnants of her consciousness

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