Chapter Thirteen:

                                    

                                          
This chapter is dedicated to: @SilverMiller
                          
ALYSSA'S POV:
                          
I was asleep, but I could hear people talking around me. It sounded like an argument. 
                          
All I remember was being on a porch with Merle, welcoming death like it was a house guest. I would've been content with death, but I didn't want to go from a gunshot. It isn't noble. I want to go down while being in the fight, not just being the person to take the bullet willingly. I want to die in the fight, be able to use the last of my strength to be able to kill them. Then die from the trauma. 
                          
I wouldn't be giving up. I would be winning. If it was against a walker, person, wild animal, or even just mother nature. 
                          
I will always win that fight. And with that I woke up from my half sleep/half awake dreamland.

                          
*Still Alyssa's Pov*

                          
When I woke up I was blinded by the beams of light traveling through the windowsill. Squinting, I tried to sit up but horrific pain shot straight through me. I groaned. From the other room you could hear footsteps, no wait pacing footsteps.
                          
But Merle was on the couch, asleep. Why would someone worry about me. Just like my dad said, I'm worthless.
                          
I looked down and saw that there was a bandage taped around my ribcage. There was a spark of light on the table, I looked closer and saw it was my throwing knife. Pulling myself up and walking over there was not easy, but I made it. 
                          
I took my knife and went into the kitchen. Who was in there was Rick, Michonne, and Carl. They all had their back turned. So might as well have some fun.
                          
Aiming perfectly, I threw the knife about six inches from Carl's face. He covered his head in reflex. They all turned around to see me smirking. Their eyes went wide.
                          
"Carl carl carl, gotta work on them reflexes!" I side shaking my head with a light smile. His face turned red with a blush. 
                          
I went up to him and gave him a little hug shaking him side to side.
                          
"Ohhhh! Aren't you the cutest little baby ever!" The baby talk got him a little mad, but he let it slide.
                          
"Well what do you know. You got outta bed!" Michonne exclaimed. I just nodded smiling, heading over to hug her. After the hug I looked down at my clothes to see a bloody tank top that really needed washing. Ugggh! This is brand new! 
                          
"Well I'm gonna go change my clothes! Bye!" And with that I went upstairs to go change. 
                          
On our clothing run I found a black and yellow muscle tank(that held more modesty on the sides) of Kurt Cobain. I then paired it with the same black shorts and Doc.Martins. 
                          
I grabbed my bracelets, my necklace with angel wings, and my knife/gun holster.
Next I put my hair into a high ponytail, with a black bow on the back. Then I put my cross-body bag on and walked downstairs. 
                          
Carl was talking to Michonne when I was coming down the stairs. He glanced my way for a second, looked back at Michonne. Then he rotated his head so fast, I thought he got whiplash. 
                          
He breathed in deep, with a little gasp. His eyes were wide, taking in every aspect of me. At first it was cute, but now it's a little creepy. So I just walked away into the kitchen. Merle was there, staring outside the kitchen window. 
                          
I went beside him, taking in the view of the forest surrounding the streets of the ruined suburbs.
                          
"Hey." I muttered. He jumped, making me go into a fit of laughter. After I calmed down, we just watched the sun set.
                          
*The next morning* 
                          
Today is the day we are gonna go follow the train tracks. Michonne saw something about a place called "Terminus".
                          
Their motto was super dumb, "Those who arrive, Survive." Like what the heck? No duh we are alive. We have already survived so...cool? 
                          
We gathered our stuff and made our way to the tracks. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

                          
*Walking on the tracks*
                          
All we keep passing is dead corpses and empty cans. The Georgia sun was beating down on is all. Oh what I would do for a slurpee.
                          
We kept walking until we saw another one of the Terminus signs. The sun was really starting to hurt. I thought I saw a walker fifty feet away but, it was walking straight up. I must be thirsty or something.
                          
We were five feet away from were I thought I saw a walker. I looked around, something caught my eye. There was a girl behind the tree's. She had the be about thirteen. She peeked around and saw me looking at her. She quickly hid again. 
                          
"Y'know you can come out. I'm not gonna hurt ye'." My group looked at me like I was crazy. But I just nodded to the trees.
                          
After a minute, she came out from the shade. I looked at her closely. Brown hair, that had a little blonde on the tips. Pale blue eyes. Heart shaped birthmark. She was skinny, but in the semi-starved way sadly.
                          
I recognized her.
                          
"Camille White?" I said loudly. She looked at me funny for a minute, before she realized who I was and that she was safe. She ran to me and hugged me, crying into my neck. I hugged back, never letting her go. She is one of the last pieces of my old life.
                          
She was always in my childhood, one of my good friends. But most importantly she is the younger sister of my other best friend.

                          
DUN DUN DUNNNNN!! How did you guys like it? Was it good? I finally added in @Camille_Grimes 's character so yay! I've always had a plan that Camille was gonna be her best friend's younger sister. But she was alway gonna be the sister if Tabby. 
                          
Remember I update either every friday or sunday between 4-8 (eastern time). I made this one long because I didn't update yesterday and wanted to make it up to you guys! 

                          
I hope you all enjoyed, have a fabulous weekend! Byeeee ~H.