Another Grimes

Lost, Then Found

Explosions and gunshots. That's all that can be heard. Any walker within a 5-mile radius would be able to hear this insanity. We were screwed if we didn't get out of here fast.

Even though I can barely hear myself think, there are still thoughts of my family getting hurt playing in the back of my mind. If Carl, Judith, or my dad didn't make it out, I wouldn't know what I would do with myself. We already lost mom... we already lost so many.

I start to run around the perimeter of the prison, checking to see if anyone made it out. As I turn the corner, I see a grenade fly past me. I immediately find stacks of sandbags conveniently placed a few feet away. I run as fast I could to hide, but it was too late. The impact of the explosion had sent me flying. I hit my head when I landed.

I was slowly fading in and out of consciousness. I was able to see a silhouette of a tall male figure approaching me. My attempts to crawl away failed as my head hurt too much and my body was too weak. This large man had picked me up in his arms right before I passed out.

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When I slowly regained consciousness, I realized I was in a tent. I tried to lift my head but it went right back down to the pillow. My head was still throbbing in pain. I take a glance around the tent and see water being boiled and a few squirrels on a little wooden table. It's quite a large tent, it seems that whoever took me wasn't living too bad. I hear some shuffling with the flaps of the tent. I check if I still had my Tanto Tracker hunting knife.

Damnit. The bastard must have taken all my weapons when I was asleep! Nevertheless, I quickly jump out of the blankets I was resting on and go into my fighting stance, despite the pain in my head. The man who carried me acknowledges without a second glance. To be honest, that frightened me a bit.

"Ah, sleeping beauty is finally up." He comments. He goes and starts to carve the squirrels. He looks back at me and sees that I'm still in my stance. " Look, kid, if I was gonna do anything to you, I would've done it when you were out. And before you ask anything, no, I did not do anything to you besides take your weapons. You'll get em' back as soon as I know you won't kill me with them."

I relax my shoulders at what he said. "Who are you?" That question had such a different connotation nowadays. What once meant what a name was is now, what have you done to get here. It's rare to find a person who hasn't murdered for the ones they love. It's strange to call it murder but I'm trying to keep the last bit of humanity I have left.

"David, you?" He answered as he walked up to me. I bit my lip in consideration. This might not even be his real name, I barely know this man. "...Amelia," I answer anyway. I figure there's nothing to lose from giving my name, right? "Alright, now that that's out of the way, would you mind explaining to me what the fuck was going on in that prison." I tilt my head in confusion. "You ever hear of the Governor?"

David shook his head, then looked confused. "Wait, governor? I figured the one good thing about this world was not having to deal with terrible politicians." I sigh, apparently not. Guess this guy was not a fan of politics back in the day. I begin explaining from the beginning when the Governor kidnapped Maggie and Glenn up to this point. By the time I'm finished, I feel wet on my face, more specifically coming from my eyes. Shit, I'm not supposed to cry in front of people. I can't let him see that I'm weak.

But then again, it felt so good to finally vent out my feelings to someone. I could never do this with the group. With the governor and my mom dying, I didn't think I needed to add my problems on top of it all. I looked up to see David looking very awkward. After coming to a decision, he just put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry kid, I'm not really good with the emotional support thing."

I softly laughed at this. "Well, you're doing a pretty good job so far," I reassured him, "just don't call me kid. You don't even look that much older than me." He joined in my laughter and agreed. "I'm in my thirties, of course, I'm older." My eyes widened at his age. It was really intimidating to be left with this older guy I hardly know. I suppose it's better, hopefully, he knows what he's doing out there. "Well, if the dates on our calendar are correct, I should be eighteen now." He casually nodded at my response and walked back over to finish skinning the squirrels. Without even turning around, David spoke. "Well are you just gonna stand there or are you going to help me, kid?" He laughed to himself. "Hey, you promised you wouldn't!" I lightly shoved him as I sat beside him.  "I don't make promises sweetheart." I rolled my eyes at the nickname, I'll deal with the name-calling another time. I took the time to really look at him. His wavy black locks are grown out, not as long as Daryl's, but a nice length. He's a well-built guy with a chiseled face. I think dad would appreciate David in the group. He doesn't seem to have anyone else, but from the looks of him, he has the strength to hold his own.

He handed me my knife back. I cocked my eyebrow while taking the knife. "You sure I won't just go ahead and kill you?" I smirked. "I'll be cautious." He winked at me. I exaggerated a sigh, "Aren't you just a charmer?" I say with such sarcasm, you could practically hear my smirk. The weight of the knife feels perfect in my hand. We sit in complete silence as we prepare the squirrels.

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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I'm happy I have the time to write the story. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. This is something that I've wanted to do for so long. I'm so happy that I got this first chapter out. Welp, I can't wait to write the rest. And Thank You for reading.

Peace out bitches!!!