Survival (A Walking Dead Story)
My group is horrible. They torture me, they lock me up in a cage like I'm some kind of animal. I have to leave. I just have too. I run away as fast as I can. Away from Satan himself. My name is Abigail, my family used to call me Abbey, so that's what I go by. I had to kill my whole family. My mom, dad, big brother, and little sister. It still bugs me, to this day that they turned and I didn't. I don't sleep, I don't think anyone can these days.
I am running out of breath and I knew James and the rest of the group are on my heels. Following me. I lean against a tree to try and get some air in my lungs, but after a couple seconds, I see a figure moving slowly in my direction. Calling my name loudly. What an idiot. I close my eyes and turn around ready to run again, but I a, stopped in my tracks. There was a young boy, about my age standing 5 feet away from me, pointing a gun to my head.
"Who are you?" He demands. I watch as he sets his jaw, and stares at me with intimidating eyes.
"I am escaping my old group, I haven't eaten for 2 days please, I beg of you... don't kill me." I beg softly. He looks over my shoulder at one of the guys coming towards us, but hasn't seen us yet. He lowers the gun and walks toward me. He grabs my arm and starts running. Not letting go of me.
"By the way, I'm Carl. I think my dad will let you stay with us. But he's going to ask you some questions first. So be prepared." Carl says. We have been running for the past 20 minutes and I feel like I'm going to be sick.
"What kind of questions?" I ask trying not to collapse. My breathing is so off, I'm going to pass out.
"You'll see" He smiles. Man I hope this works out. I need someone that will help me through all of this. Not make me want to end my life. I want to live. I want to survive. I can beat this world. And if beating this world means that I have to make some changes, then I will. I'm good at changes. Obviously.