Wiseman - TWD

0.1 "Your no man"

Blood. Blood was the only thing covering Floras hands as she glared at the man that killed her mother. His dead corpse staring at her hauntingly. Blood splattered all over her pale face. The man she had been hunting. Stalking. Watching over was now dead at her own hands. Knife wounds covering the very face that took her mother's own life. Only fueling her anger as she stared at the man's face. Her breathing growing heavy and her heart speeding up as her teeth clenched in anger.

Seeing red as she quickly stood knife still in hand. Her mother's name, Lilly. Carved into the side. Clenching the knife tighter her eyes never leaving the man's corpse. The scent of the pine trees filled the air as she was still standing in the middle of the wooded area the man had been hiding from her in. He knew she was coming for him and he hid like a coward. Hiding for a sixteen year old girl. How disgusting. Flora could only see her mother's face looking at her with saddened eyes as Flora had to be the one to pull the trigger. Putting her mother out of her misery and making sure she wouldn't turn into one of those freaks.

After seeing nothing but red Flora came to her senses her heart still pounding as she felt the leaves beneath her feet. The only thing keeping her solid was the ground beneath her, and the smell of the fresh breeze. Something her mother loved. Nature. The thing she named her after. Flowers were her mother's favorite. Every time flora would see a flower she would stare at it before picking it and putting it in a jar with the rest she finds.

Flora felt her body ease up as she thought of her mother and she slowly backed away from the man's body. Grabbing her bag which she had thrown to the floor while she fell from the tree she hid in to kill the man. Throwing it over her shoulder she walked along the trail. Her eyes darting everywhere. Her eyes blurring as she realized she needed to rest. Her body warming her of the consequences if she didn't. The aching in her limbs finally catching up to her after hunting that man for a week straight with no break.

Calmly she climbed a tree, to the highest branch that could hold her. Putting her back against the cold still wet from the rain the other night. Putting her bag on her lap and taking out her canteen of water. Drinking only a few sips before closing the lid and letting out a sigh. Her hair sticking to her face as she felt a tear fall from her eyes. Hoping her mother was proud of her for getting revenge for her. Wiping the tear all she could think about was before. Before the fall. Before her mother was killed brutally in front of her.

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"Mommmmmm" A younger Flora whined as her mom kissed her cheek for her first day of school. Her mom chuckling at the embarrassment of her sweet daughter.

"Better be thanking me... some kids your age have no mom that can kiss em" Her mom's words sink deep within the girl and she hugged her mom tightly.

"I love you mom" A young Flora spoke softly. Flora had brunette hair exactly like her mom's. Hazel colored eyes and pale skin which she had gotten from her father she never knew. Freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose and cheeks.

"I love you too my little flower" Her mother kissed her head, hoping her daughter had a good first day.

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Hearing a twig snap brought Flora out of her slumber. The freezing of night making her shiver. Floras eyes snapped around searching for the source of the sound and saw a man dragging a walker by the throat. Using what looked to be a dog leash mechanism. Furrowing her eyebrows and feeling around for her pistol she had taken from that man. Holding it up and aiming at the man. But before she could an old man appeared behind the younger one. Flora felt her grip loosen upon seeing the elder man. Sympathy shown through her hard dark eyes.

But instead of racing toward the other human beings she waited till they were out of her sight. Jumping down from the tree she scoffed at the man that was no arguing with his group about the "Walker".

"You're no man." Flora whispered under her breath. A man would let the poor thing have mercy and kill it. Put it out of its misery.

Flora put her bag on her back and headed away from the small farm. Going deeper into the woods. Her gaze landing on a man with an arrow in his side. He looked like some redneck. Someone who Flora looked like needed to be put out of his Misery. But after hearing the man murmur something she paused.

"Brother..... Merle...."

Flora felt that little bit of sympathy all over again but it quickly vanished and she took out her knife killing the walker and walking to the man. Pulling the arrow out without hesitation and luckily the man was passed out most likely from shock from the pain. Flora grabbed out her medical supplies and began stitching the wound.

Something her mother taught her. Her mother was a nurse. A good one at that. Flora loved to learn from her mother. Anything her mother taught her Flora would practice until her body gave out in exhaustion. Something her mother called stubbornness.... But also a good heart.

Softly she dressed the wound and once done she looked at the man. Her gaze slowly moving to the small wound she could see on his back. The wound of a belt... or a whip. Something Flora knew was far worse pain than she ever could imagine. That same feeling washing over her. But her eyes grew cold and she got up. Leaving a note on the man's stomach.

"Your Welcome. - F"

Flora signed it with her first initial and grabbed her bag leaving once more. Walking through the woods she stopped and climbed a tree that would be able for her to see the whole farm. She felt like a creep but, she only did this so she could ransack their supplies while they're away or asleep. Evil, Cowardly... she didn't care. Some looked like good people. But in this world being a good person will get you nowhere.

Leaning against the tree she felt her eyelids grow heaving with each second. Falling into a quick slumber. Her gun and knife in her hand clenched in her palms. Ready for anything.