Here we go! My newest story, since my brother got me into Walking Dead... enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Walking Dead universe, I just mess with it ;)
The thin, wry brunette ran in front of her friend, a handgun in one hand, a machete in the other. The two had managed to make it out of Tennessee, making their way for Georgia for the supposed safe haven and for the taller member's family. The two were friends in college, and had rented a small apartment together afterwards. Samantha, the shortest, was in the lead, her eyes wide behind her glasses. Not too far behind was Jennifer, her black hair was longer and in dreads, the sides pulled back, her skin a rich brown that she always jokingly called her "forever tan."
Their small convoy was stopped when a zombie staggered in front of Sam, who gasped, surprised at the sudden appearance, before Jen stepped between the small girl and the zombie, bringing down her own axe through the zombies head.
"Thanks," Samantha breathed, hand over her heart, willing it to slow.
Jen shrugged, "what're friends for?" she laughed when Samantha rolled her eyes, before looking back to the prone body.
Sam looked at her suspiciously, worried about her friend's sanity in the trying times; Jen was eerily quiet lately.
"You okay?" Sam attempted a weak smile, trying her best not to look at the body at their feet.
Jen frowned at her friend, "you're the one who lost all your family, shouldn't I ask you that?" Sam's smile vanished at the reminder.
"Girl, I have you to keep alive, I need to be strong… my family would've wanted me to fight," Sam shook out the images of her devoured family, her mother, father, and younger sister all either eaten or turned.
"Strong doesn't mean you can't feel," Jen said quietly, worried about her friend too.
"O-ho, I feel, Jen, don't you worry," Sam let out a snort before glancing around for any more of those damned zombies, "gonna miss my life, ya know?"
Jen smiled at her sheltered friend, she sometimes forgot Samantha's family was so influential on her younger friend's life. She remembered meeting Samantha's family; they were the cookie cutter family, moved from Ohio when Sam was just getting out of middle school. Her friend still sounded Northern, but she adopted some Southern slang and shortened more of her words.
"I am too, I'm gonna miss living an easy life," Jen looked up to the sky, that was slowly darkening.
"I'm going to miss the people, but I don't know, I always liked living tough," Sam glanced to the sky too, before looking back to her best friend, likely her only friend now.
Jen laughed at that, "you had a tough life?"
Sam shrugged, "I work a rescue truck, or I did. Life and death situations are what I'm good at."
Jen rolled her eyes good-humoredly, "then I'm glad I have such a tough person with me." Jen stared thoughtfully at the small girl, she was fit, having to help lift people often twice her size, but a good head shorter than herself.
"It's getting dark, we should find shelter soon," Sam smiled to her friend, and Jen agreed.
It didn't take long before they came across a small cave, yet another good thing about traveling through the mountains. After carefully concealing the entrance with various branches they could find, they crawled in and built a small fire, throwing a can of beans and one of peas on to cook. The two ate quickly, splitting the two cans as evenly as they could, before they put out the fire.
"Jen?" Samantha's voice was quiet, "I'll take first watch while you sleep."
"Thanks, Al," Jen couldn't keep the exhaustion from her voice, before making herself comfy in their sleeping bag, just big enough to fit both the girls in if they both got the chance to sleep. It took up less space than carrying two, and usually one slept at a time. Jen joked earlier, but she was glad she had Samantha around; the girl was survival savy, finding a few books on making traps and edible plants that she had taken to study on her watch.
Already, thanks to her they found some Indian strawberries and cooked up the greens from them with some dandelion greens, Samantha telling of how her father would make Dandelion with bits of egg and bacon mixed in. The meal was surprisingly good for something made in the wild. The two then sat and ate the strawberries they had collected from the plants, those weren't as good, but Al said they had vitamin C and other good stuff, so Jen didn't complain. She fell asleep to Sam muttering about the differences between morel mushrooms and their poisonous look-a-likes.
Samantha glanced to Jen, happy to see her friend finally get some sleep, partially for herself. She needed some alone time, her entire life was taken away, and she was tired of keeping her shit together. When she saw her family and neighbors all devoured or turned, her mind reeled, but a zombie trying to take a bite of Jen snapped her out of it, and so she moved on for her, to try and find Jen's own family. She sighed, pushing up her glasses and continuing to read, they would need to know how to catch and find food, she knew they didn't carry enough with them to get all the way to Atlanta. She let Jen's soft breathing and the sound of animals outside lull her into a false sense of comfort, waiting for her turn to sleep.
So, hope you all like the story! It may be another chapter before we meet the gang :) Reviews and PMs are welcome and appreciated. xoxox