you slowly walk down the deserted street, the pavements crackled with each step you took, you had decide to go on a supply run and find an old grocery store, you had just come back from a run in with another group, long story story, it was a brutal…horrific fight, you step through the shattered glass door and start to search around, slowly looking around, pushing things carelessly pushing unnecessary things of the shelf

all the hope you ever had was gone, everything you had was gone, your body ached with agony from the fight, your face bruised and blooded, your face caked with dried blood, one eyes black and blue

you gently grasp your knives, you fists clenching and unclenching lazily, too tired and in too much pain to search any more, you lean on a shelf, hands on your knees, you tried to regain for breath until you hear something, you half, no longer breathing so you would hear what it was, you turn around and see a women holding a katana...her dreadlocks hanging from her head, fluently swaying from her sudden movement

michonne stands still, staring at you, her hands wrapped around the handle of her katana “hello…?” she says uncertainly, not knowing what to say as she studies you