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Borrowed Time	By : kittykatattack7 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 1568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM AMC'S THE WALKING DEAD NOR THEIR CHARACTERS. I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS STORY.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter Two - Fade to Black
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Author's Note: I hope everyone liked the Prologue (Intro). I LOVE music and it has always been a big part of my life. So, I decided that each chapter will have a snippet from a song depending on the theme, mood, or what is going on with our characters.
CHAPTER TWO - FADE TO BLACK
"You belong to me,
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see,
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you."
Snow White Queen - Evanescence
Victoria's boots hit the earth so hard her feet were aching. She tore through foliage, trees and bushes. She could feel the scrapes and cuts on her skin as she got them, but at the moment she really didn't have time to pause for pain. She tripped once and ate the ground hard, but right as rain, she got back up and continued to run. She was being tailed by a few of Daniel's men and she had to out run them. This was not a game of freeze tag or hide-and-seek like she used to play with her brother, Henry. No, this was real. This was life or death. Her lungs burned and the wound in her abdomen flowed like a riverbed. She didn't feel much at all when it came to her stab wound as the adrenaline coursing through her veins propelled her along and made her almost immune to pain. Victoria saw the road ahead through the forestry and pushed along, her mouth parted slightly as she tried to gasp for breath while running. It was a difficult task trying to stay alive during the zombie apocalypse, but what made it even more trying was that the living still reared its ugly head and provided you with evil bullshit. Just like before. Except, it made people even worse and with no rules and no law, you were basically free to do whatever you wanted. Daniel and his men were the epitome of said evil bullshit. And so she ran from them. She could see Daniel's face even as she ran away from him. He was smiling that crooked smile at her and staring at her as if she were on a pedestal. He'd taken an instant attachment to her in the weirdest ways and though he wasn't physical with her, she sure felt it. She felt like creepy crawlers were all over skin anytime he'd walk into the room that she had been confined in. He was...very much psychotic and a skits. He had a wicked tongue though as far as his charisma, but she'd known from the get go it was a telltale sign of him being a little..odd. Victoria felt the tears burning the back of her eyes and threatening to spill over. she would not go back to Daniel. She would end up like the other women..and she'd rather be dead than be his little puppet to play around with. Why he'd chosen to idolize her and allow the other women to be abused like that she hadn't a clue, but she didn't feel lucky. If anything, she felt targeted.
Once past the forestry and into the road, Victoria came across an old convenient store that had been placed in the middle of nowhere. There was a van and a motorcycle parked outside, but she paid them no mind. Her eyes darted to the dumpster that sat along the side of the building and then to the front door of the convenient store. She heard voices coming from inside and despite her wound and need for help, she was still weary. She'd been confined to a room for almost an entire week and fawned over like some…pet. Her desire to interact with humans was down a few notches right now. Victoria ran to hide behind the dumpster only to give herself a few moments to breathe and get a closer look at her wound. She'd made it stealthily across the parking lot just in time to see four people step out of the convenient store. There was a man with a boy who ran to the opposite side of the van now and out of sight. No doubt loading up whatever was in his hands. A scruffy man with a five o'clock shadow growing walked at slower gait with two other people trailing next to him. They all looked to be in good health and talked lowly amongst themselves. There was a dark skinned woman with swords and another man was with them as well and he had a cross bow. She leaned her head against the dumpster and though the smell was putrid, she stayed put and didn't move. It was only when she closed her eyes for the briefest of moments to debate calling out for help that she heard the shouts.
Vicki peered her head back around and nearly gasped aloud. It was some of Daniel's men. Three to be exact. And one of them had the little boy in his grasp with his gun nudging the boy's temple. She recognized the man holding the boy as Stanley. He was a follower of Daniel's and he was ruthless. Just about as ruthless as Charlie, Daniel's brother. Charlie was the one that had given her the nice little stab wound she had right now. All weapons were raised and the situation was tense to say the least. She couldn't make out everything that got said, but they seemed to be asking questions to the innocent people and the scruffy man that now had a revolver out looked enraged. They could've been asking about her..maybe not. She didn't really know. Vicki bit her lower lip and hefted her duffel on her back a little farther up before mulling over a decision. Her wound was pouring out blood more effortlessly now and the pain started to worsen. She realized with cold dread that her adrenaline rush was wearing off. As if her limbs acted of their own accord, Vicki sprang into action without another thought. She would not allow Daniel's men to kill innocent people. Not over her. She narrowed her gaze and a look of pure contempt curled across her lip at the thought of the boy dying. She stepped out from behind the dumpster and made herself known. "Stanley!" She yelled out, her voice unlike her usual one. It was hoarse and it was laced with pure hatred. She walked with great strides across the concrete towards the group, her blood dripping along with her on the ground. Stanley saw her and faltered his grip on the boy. Vicki stalked up behind the group of strangers who were now turning to look at her with curious and guarded eyes. Before Stanley could even react she had one of her sickles unsheathed and flying at his head. It took all the strength she had left to the throw the it and she cried out as her wound felt the effects of her movements as well. The moment the blade connected with his head he dropped to the ground like a raggedy Anne doll. The boy stumbled away quickly towards the man with the revolver.
"Bullseye.." She breathed out with a small smirk. The other two men had stupidly not chosen to draw their weapons during the tense exchange and were now left scrambling to get their weapons out. One of them looked to Vicki with startled eyes and hollered as if an afterthought, "It's her!" The stranger with the crossbow wasted no time in unloading an arrow in his head after he yelled out and the other one was efficiently cut down by the woman with the swords. Vicki clumsily made her way to Stanley and pulled her sickle from his head, grimacing at the slick noise it made while pulling from brain matter. Vicki stopped after she sheathed her weapons and felt everyone's eyes upon her back. She stumbled forward slightly and her duffel dropped from her weakening shoulder since it was slung on the side abdomen had been stabbed in. Her breathing grew labored and she looked down to her wound with widened green eyes. Her body started to feel lighter as if she was floating to the clouds, but the feeling was gradual, not all at once. It made for a trippy feeling and she thought about the few times she had taken mushrooms with her friends back home when she was just a teenager. Except, being on mushrooms never involved a pretty nasty stab wound. The strangers still had their weapons halfway drawn, but that was also debatable since her vision started to dance around with black dots.
"Who are you and who were these men?" The scruffier gentleman bit out sternly as the boy stood beside him, eyeing her with curiosity and fear. Vicki went to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, the woman sheathed her swords and said, "Rick, look." She pointed down to Vicki's abdomen and Vicki looked back up at them all helplessly. Their eyes flitted down to her wound that was now pooling blood on the concrete which had been dripping from her olive colored tank top, which was covered by her cropped black leather jacket. She could feel the wetness beneath it and sure surely might have gotten sick had she not been on the verge of passing out. She didn't know these people, but she certainly didn't have the same feeling about them as she did Daniel. As they lowered their weapons and saw she was injured, she felt the smallest sigh of relief attempt to escape her lips. In a matter of seconds her knees buckled, but the woman had already crossed the distance, as did the scruffy man with the boy. She hadn't hit the ground though and instead the woman was kneeling and she had Vicki up against her knees. She felt so far away from her body, but still couldn't find her voice to speak. She needed to tell them that they needed to get away from here and that Daniel would soon come looking for his men. And when he found three of them dead, well, she didn't even want to think that far…she refused to.
However, none of this came from her lips and instead she allowed the woman to pull her jacket back and lift her tank top to reveal a knife wound. "M'not bit.." She groaned out as the adrenaline completely wore off and pain over took her senses. Not just one or two, but all of her senses. It felt like a searing hot iron to her midsection and every breath she took hurt worse than the last. "Rick, she's been stabbed. It's not a walker bite." The woman said and this man who she kept calling Rick now bent down to her. He gently held the back of her head as she felt it involuntarily start to loll to the side. It was then another voice she didn't recognized bit out, "Ain't got time for this, Rick. Whoever that was could be bringin' reinforcements. Come on! We need to get gone!" Vicki could make out the voice was coming from someone that was pacing back and forth and she had a feeling it was the other stranger with the crossbow. A few seconds later a motorcycle engine started. Their voices started to fade and she only heard bits and pieces now. "….Saved Carl's life…can't just leave her.." The woman's voice came and went and Vicki moaned out in pain as she tried to speak again, but couldn't. She felt her body being lifted and the gesture alone sent shockwaves of pain across her abdomen. Whoever had her now carried her with a fast gait and the hands felt strong, such as a man's. "C'mon, up you go." Rick murmured She was laid gently across the last seat in the back and almost immediately another form crawled in with her and pulled her head into her lap. The woman. She could smell her slightly coconut-y scent and recognized it instantly. "C'mon, stay with us now." The woman muttered as the vehicle was already flying down the highway and the motorcycle purred off in the near distance. The woman placed her hands across her wound and put pressure on it, despite Vicki crying out in pain. The last thing she saw before the black spots consumed her vision was the woman's dark eyes staring at her. They were mother's eyes. Compassionate, yet fierce. Vicki felt a small pang of emotion for the mother she'd lost when she was only ten years old. Vicki relented to the pain and allowed the darkness to swallow her up and carry her along whatever path it had in store for her.
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