Amnesia

Amelia- may's story isn't all that different from anyone else's. The word went to shit, and the dead don't want to die. She has lost people and so has everyone else. Who she was before isn't who she now but here is one difference between Amelia may and every other survivor she as come across. She does't know who she was.. and who she is? Well, she is still trying to figure that out. During the mayhem of the beginning of the apocalypse, a fateful smack on the head stole her memory. All she has ever known is the world she is living in now but that doesn't means she's adept to surviving it, Eventually she ends up on deaths door until a man on a motorcycle chooses to save her life. Amelia- may has to decide if who she was is worth fighting for or if she'll fight that comes with what's forgotten and strive for something better with the one man who can see past it all.

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2. Was I speaking Urdu? Who are you people?

She was heavy as though every inch of her was weighed down by something entirely too large and yet she didn't hurt. There was no sound. No reason to move. Nothing. It was all too familiar a place. She should have been scared, should have wanted to force herself to move, to make her body work but she just stayed there, floating in the infinite,, snuggled down into the quiet dark.

 

Until...

 

" You're not supposed to be here, silly."The voice belonged to a child, disembodied and everywhere all at once. " Open your eyes." But Amelia just kept floating there in the dark. 

' I don't want to. I like it here.' She replied, feeling something pressing into her lower back. She didn't like it and she wanted to move away from it, deeper into the quiet dark. But something was keeping her in place. 

' You'll come back eventually.' The child giggled. Amelia thought it might be a little girl. ' Now, open your eyes, Amelia. You're almost home!' Suddenly the dark spiraled around her, and she was falling helplessly beyond the quiet dark, deeper into something else.. somewhere else.. somewhere she didn't  want to be......

 

 

 " - Was easy enough, but she lost quite a bit of blood so she's going to need to rest for awhile." A woman's voice met Amelia's ringing ears as she slowly came to. 

" Son of a..." Amelia muttered, a hand moving up to her throbbing forehead. When had she hit her head? Her back? Good God her back was on fire, and it felt like someone had shoved a rod deep into her bones just to yank it back out again. She blinked groggily at the ceiling , a dimmed light overhead blared back at her and then suddenly she remembered. The men on the highway, the knife in her back and the blurry man just before she passed out. She sat up wish a jolt, gasping instantly as the pain melted her form back into the bed she was in, her breath hitching as she cringed and a hand came to her shoulder, pressing her into the bed. The voice that went with the hand was thick with a deep southern drawl. 

" Hey now, you shouldn't be sittin' up just yet." Amelia forced her eyes open all the way this time, looking up to see several people. The man who'd spoken was lean, but healthy with a fair amount of stubble and a stern pair of eyes. There was a woman, heavier with a ponytail and glasses who looked so concerned, it actually make Amelia raise a brow. The other woman in the room was chocolate skinned with dread locks and the most confident face she could remember seeing and then there was one more man, with shaggy unkempt hair that fell over his eyes, visibly strong arms that were crossed over his chest, dressing in holy warn out black jeans , a ripped shirt beneath a black vest and a pair of muddy boots, he was staring straight at her. 

 

" Where am I? Who are you?" She finally managed to get out, reaching her hand up and brushing the first man's hand off of her shoulder like it was was a bug. He glanced at her , slight amusement in eyes before looking around the room. He didn't say anything at first, it was just quiet. " Was I speaking Urdu? Who are you people?" She demanded again, this time letting her eyes wander from person to person, till they landed on the man with in his arms crossed. " Wait.. I know you, I think...." She said, furrowing her eyebrows. " You look better when you're not blurry." He heaved a soft chuckle, dropping his arms and moving over to the side of the bed. 


" I found you on the side of the road. You were hurt.. so I brought you here." He explained, looking over at the other man who just nodded at him. " I'm Daryl. This is Michonne, Denise and Rick." He said , motioning to each in order. " Yer safe here.. Doc fixed ya up. Lucky I found ya when I did." His voice was gruff, a bit raspy. But despite his demeanor and general appearance his dark blue eyes were kind. ooh, look.. a kind person. It was like seeing a unicorn.

 

" She need to rest, Rick." Denise dead, stepping to the other side of the bed and checking an IV which was attached to Amelia's arm. " Can't we do the usual stuff later?" Rick, who Amelia was quickly figuring out was in charge, shook his head. 

 

" This needs to be done now, you know that." He looked back down at Amelia and narrowed his gaze on her. " This is about the time you tell us who you are and explain what happened." Oh, fun..  What could I possibly say? Hi! I'm an amnesiac  who blacks out and murders people! Nice to meet ya!  She sighed a litter at her own amusing thought, pretty sure that wasn't a good ice breaker. 

 

" Amelia." She said flatly, looking over at Daryl. " And e saw." Daryl shook his head.

" I didn't see shit. Unless you count you smacking yer head into the road. Looked like you took out two pretty big fellas. Wanna explain that?" " He demanded. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at him. 

" They wanted to play the touchy-feely game and a big ol' fat 'NO' wasn't working for them." She growled out, glancing at Michonne who smirked lightly. " Look.. they jumped me, I fought back. I won. Daryl here found me. I passed out.. and I woke up here. The end. " 

 

Rick couldn't help it, he smirked too. " I get it, it's rough out there. Believe me, we know. But if you're going to stay here, we need to talk civilly. We're going out on a limb keeping your here. I kneed to know if it's a safe thing to do, or if I need to send you on your way as soon as you're healed up. So... answer a few questions for me and we can let you sleep., and settle the rest later." For a long moment , she just glanced at everyone around her. Then rolled her eyes and sighed, relaxing completely into the bed. 

 

" Fine." She said, though not happily. She didn't want to be here in this.... what was it, a house? Looked like a living room turned into a M.A.S.H. unit.  Rick didn't hesitate, he went right to it. 

 

" How many walkers have you killed?" HE asked. Everyone in the room seemed to go still, just staring at her. Even Denise, who up until that point had been meandering around and putting things away. Amelia looked at Rick.

" I don't know. Enough.. more than enough." 

That answer seemed to satisfy him because he went on to the next question. " How many people have you killed?" That made her pause a moment, eyes darting to Daryl.

" Counting the touchy-feely on the road?" She said, her voice much quieter that she intended. She has to swallow down the sudden lump in her throat as she met Daryl's gaze. It was Daryl who asked the next question. 

 

" Why?" The redneck asked, his booted feet taking him one step further to her bedside. She clenched her her jaw, looking away. She didn't want to look at any of them.

 

" Two you know.. one got bit and asked me to. And two.." her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes, shaking her head a little, her hand coming up to her forehead. " I'm not even sure if I killed them or not." Her voice was pretty much a whisper at that point, hot tears threatened to escape her eyes. Rick shifted at her side, and she fully expected him to interrogate her further but Denise stepped up and put a gentle on Amelia's shoulder. 

 

" That's enough. She needs rest.. You can talk to her in the morning. The rest can wait." She practically ordered. Amelia had the feeling that uprightness didn't come easy for the glasses clad woman. Amelia opened her eyes to see Michonne quietly heading for the door. 

 

" Alright, but I want Daryl to stay and keep watch for now." RIck said to Denise, then stepped around the bed. " In case she tries anything." He said to Daryl , glancing back at her. She had to stop herself from flipping him off. Daryl just nodded, and once Rick was gone the closed behind him, Daryl grabbed what looked like an old wooden folding chair, propping it up against the wall and sat with his arms over his chest and one leg out straight, watching her like a hawk,. Denise just told her to rest, checked the IV one more time and disappeared up a staircase. 

 

" You don't expect me to sleep with you staring at me like that, do you?" Amelia grumbled after a long silence, turning her head to look at him. His eyes barely shifted, he just settled a bit deeper into his seat and let out a breath. " Alrighty then. Good talk" She muttered and turned her head back to stare at the ceiling. It was going to be a long night. 

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