A New World - Fear The Walking Dead FanFiction (GirlxGirl)

Two

Riley's POV

His gun was raised. He was going to kill him. He was going to put a bullet through his head. A gun shot rang around the farm, but it didn't hit him. He didn't shoot anyone. He was stabbed. The knife buried deep inside of him by his own best friend.

"Dad!" I cried out.

I ran towards him as he was layed down.

"Damn you for making me do this Shane." His best friend cried as he still held the knife.

"Dad." I cried, falling to my knees. "You bastard." I said snapping my head up to look at the man who had been like another Father to me.

"This was you, not me." He yelled angrily as tears poured down his face as he continued to look at my Father. "You did this to us! It was you, not me. NOT ME!"

He pulled the knife out and even though I knew it was too late, I pressed my hands against his wound. Trying to stop the bleeding.

"Leave him be."

"Riley." My Dad whispered. "Riley." He repeated. "Riley." He said louder. "RILEY!"

"RILEY!"

I snapped my eyes open and quickly shot up. I looked around to see I was in a strange room and there was a woman next to me looking concerned.

"You okay?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

She stood up and handed me my backpack. "I'm Ofelia."

"Thanks." I mumbled taking it from her.

"Everythings still in there. Nobody has even looked through it." She said sitting back next to me.

I ignored her and opened it up, making sure my pictures and clothes were still there.

"Where's my gun?" I asked looking around the room for my shotgun.

"We've put that and your knife somewhere safe for now until we know we can trust you." She said calmly.

"What the fuck?! Give me, my fucking gun. Keep the knife but give me the gun."

"I'm afraid that's not possible at this moment in time."

I looked towards the door to see an African-American male standing there with a smile on his face.

"The name's Victor Strand but everyone calls me Strand."

"I don't give a fuck what your name is. Just give me my damn gun." I said trying not to let tears fill my eyes.

The gun belonged to my Father, I hardly had anything that belonged to him. All I have is the gun and the necklace he wore.

"Why are you getting worked up over a gun?" Ofelia asked confused.

"None of your damn business."

Ofelia sighed and stood up, she walked towards the door and patted Strand's shoulder. "She's all yours."

"Why do I have to deal with her? Get Alicia to, maybe then our guest will learn a few manners."

"I can hear you. I'm not scared of you. Or Ofelia. Or even this Alicia girl."

Strand smirked and walked towards me.

"Well little girl, you should be. She's a dangerous son of a bitch and she will shoot you and ask questions later. You do not want to mess with her or her family because she will hurt you in ways you could not even imagine."

I just stared him down and he chuckled. "I'm just kidding. She's the sweetest girl. Dangerous when she needs to be."

"You can't be sweet in this world. It'll get you killed."

"Oh really? Madison was being sweet and let you stay here whilst you slept for the past two days. She's still alive and kicking ass."

Two days?! I was sleeping for two days?! I must've been exhausted.

"How are you feeling? You want to make yourself useful and help around?"

"I'm not staying. I'm leaving, once I get my gun."

"So you really are awake huh?" Madison said.

I looked up and nodded my head. She walked towards me and stood in front of me.

"You didn't think you'd be staying for free did you?"

"I'm sorry ma'am. I have no cash on me." I said sarcastically.

"That's fine. We take credit cards." She smiled.  "No, you stayed here for two days, so it's only fair you help for two days seeing as you're not staying."

I stood up slowly and was instantly handed a bottle of water by Strand. "It's a hot day today."

"Thanks." I mumble taking it from him.

"Luciana needs help putting some boards up against the walls, so you can start there. If you get hungry, my son, Nick is on kitchen duty so he'll fix you up with some food."

"Okay." Is all I reply with.

"Hey, if you end up liking it here, you're more than welcome to stay. The more people we have the better."

"I doubt I'll like it here." I say as I walk through the door but I can just very faintly hear Madison speak.

"We'll see."