Abandoned- The Walking Dead FanFiction

Alone, The Definition of me. The caring parents that are supposed to love you, didn't love me. Ten years old. Alone, No mother, No father, No house. All Alone. But that all disappeared, The dead, are walking. The dead are coming alive. The terrible things that you don't know, Try to grab and eat you. The world ending in front of you, And I am all alone to experience it being demolished. The long walk starts to tier me out. The amount of food I have equals to nothing. Trying to save my self from being destroyed is not easy. I look around to the quite empty woods, Wondering If I will ever see someone, or if I will die alone. Not knowing why or how this all started. If I am the last, or if their is more like me out there. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a crunch from the dead lonely woods...

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1. Alone

Amy's p.o.v

Alone, The Definition of me. The uncaring parents that were supposed to love me, didn't love me. Ten years old. Alone, No mother, No father, No home. All Alone.  That all disappeared, The dead, are coming alive. The dead are walking. These terrible things that you don't know try to grab and eat you. The world ending in front of you, And I am alone to experience it being demolished.

Six years of being alone. Abandoned my my parents. Still afraid of the world yet I'm traveling this long journey that taught me to survive. 

It seem like I've been walking forever, this long walk starts to tier me out. The amount of food I have adds up to nothing. Trying to save my self from being destroyed is not easy. I look around to the quite woods,  Wondering If I will ever see someone, or if I will die alone. Not knowing why or how this all started, if I am the last, or if there is more like me out there. 

I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a crunch from the dark woods. I grab my knife my only shield against this broken world. I slowly walk closer to the distant grove of trees. I dart around, from side to side with that feeling on the back of my neck like I'm being followed. I turn around to face a group of people. I drop my knife and my stomach at the same time as. I look down the barrel of a gun ,

"Who are you" A tough demanding voice says, not taking his gun from my head. 

"M-My N-Name is A-Amy" I stutter shaking in fear. 

"Rick your scaring her" says a soft voice in the background. The guy puts down the gun looking over his shoulder at a young women.

"What are you doing here all alone?" The young women says coming towards me slowly, her face looking worried. 

"I've been alone since i was ten" I started to relax a little. I had a sense that these people might be alright. 

"You can come with us, but first i have to ask you 3 questions." The man, I assume to be Rick, says. 

"Ya OK" I say to Rick. Rick leads me away from the group. 

"OK First question. How many walkers have you killed?" He says looking at my eyes searching, for any lies. 

"Um I don't know, to many" I say thinking about it

"How many people have you killed?" He says still looking into my eyes

"3" I say looking down, my eyes water

"Why?" He asks me

"The first one, tried to rape me. The second one got bit. And the third tried to kill me" My eyes water. 

"Come here" He say wrapping his arms around me. I decide to trust him, the first time i have trusted since I was ten. I cry into his shirt. The bonding between us coming on quickly.. 

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