Phyre is a survivor. She doesn't feel remorse and sorrow. She learnt to stop a long time ago. She turns her back on anything that could burden her.
Of course, just like everyone she already has burdens, her secrets. Guilt and regret often bubb...
When my vision becomes sharp and clear again I see that there are two guns and a sword pointed at me.
A man in a tarnished police suit with shaggy, curly hair and a beard, a women with chocolate coloured skin, dreads and a Katana and a boy about my age with long dark brown hair, blue eyes and a sheriff's hat.
"You, sit up!"
I do as I'm told but have one hand resting on my gun just in case.
The guy with the hat steps forward. "How many-" he's cut short by the man in the police suit putting his hand on his chest and pushing him back.
"I ask the questions Carl," he says.
Carl takes a step back and throws his arms up.
"What's your name?"
I glare at him before answering, "Jones."
"That's your name?" Carl speaks up. He has a smirk on his face.
I slowly rise to my feet the my hands above my head and gesture towards Carl, the mouthpiece. He nods.
"Listen Mou-Carl. You better sit your ass down before I sit you down." I'm about to turn around but stop midway and face back in his direction. "And if you must know, my name is Phyre but you are going to refer to me as Jones because I hate my first name." I back away with my hands on my hips.
"Before we ask any more questions we need you to hand us your weapons," they lady with the sword says.
I stare at her for about ten seconds before answering. "I don't just hand my weapons over to anyone, first you'll tell me your names. I know mouthpiece's name over there, that's about it." Mouthpiece rolls his eyes at me.
"I'm Rick, that's Carl. He's my son and that's Michonne."
I roll my eyes and kick my gun over to them and hand them my carving knife.
"Now how many walkers have you killed?"
"Yo, man, I lost track after like two hundred."
"How many people have you killed?"
"Two."
"Why?" The last question irritates me but I answer anyways.
"I killed my mother because she asked me to. And I also killed my best friend because... Man she was insane."
"Insane?" Mouthpiece is looking at me funny.
"She killed my baby brother for food and lied right to my face about it when she fed me breakfast the next morning." I shiver just thinking about it.
"Okay we have a house back that way and plenty of food, I mean you don't look like your doing so well."
"How do I know you aren't going to kill me?"
"Look, I have two kids, my wife is dead, were doing just fine, why would we kill you?"
"Fine, but only if you at least hand me my knife back. You can keep the gun until we get there."
They hand it back cautiously and I smile at it before putting it in the waistband of my pants, and follow them to their so called house.
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A/N 10-8-16: This chapter is a little bit better then the last but I guess it's still not the best. I promise it'll get better. She's just met the other people. Just stay with me please.
QOTD >•< What was the saddest death in the walking dead for you?
AOTD >•< Either Hershel or Lori. Even though I don't like Lori it was still sad because Carl had to shoot her. And he was crying so I was crying and yeah. I'm stupid and emotional.
RQOTD >•< First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you WIN ~Mahatma Gandhi
HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANKLE BITERS:)
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References>•<CHOCOLATE PUDDING
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