Lizzie Moran

The girl moved her hand from the hilt and watched as the blonde lowered her catch. Honestly, part of her felt stupid for assuming a girl near her own age would try to hunt her, but she’s seen infected younger than she, so it wouldn’t surprise her if someone slightly older tried to high-jack her for everything she had on her.

There was a protectiveness that Callum felt; both because she was young but also because she knew the young girl. They had crossed paths multiple times but Lizzie, even when Callum offered to bring her back to the theater, made note that she was fine on her own. And Callum was beginning to believe it; she was on her own and with her still being alive, Callum believed she was far tougher and smarter than he first originally believed. Maybe kids were better equipped to handling this world. He smiled a little in return, relieved to hear she was okay. “Me too.” He nodded before glancing around the room. “There’s no exit out of here besides the door we came in from. Unless there’s an air duct or something we could crawl out of?” He finally spotted what he was looking for and knew this could be their escape. “I don’t know if I’ll fit in there but you definitely could.” He pondered, now glancing over at her. “I may need your help distracting them, Lizzie. Would you be okay with that?”

Lizzie looked around the room that they were in for a moment. There were clearly no other ways out so she wasn’t really sure what to do. Usually, she’d probably try to wait it out, let the walkers disperse and spread out a little- it was easier than trying to fight the whole horde at once. But when Callum spoke, his suggestion definitely sounded like it would get them out of there a lot faster. “Okay, yeah. I can do that,” she replied, turning her attention to the air duct now. 

To her surprise, another girl, just a little bit older than she was, emerged from the woods. She had a dead squirrel and it looked like she had a few supplies in her pack, but all in all, the blonde didn’t seem like too much of a threat – but hind sight is twenty-twenty.

In response to the other girl’s question, Lizzie lifted up the dead squirrel in her hand. “I was fetching this,” she replied simply before lowering the animal again. “What are you doing out here?” She asked. 

Although she asked who to go first, Callum didn’t answer. He just kept a straight face, now gently grabbing her hand as he quickly pulled Lizzie towards the office door. Although they hadn’t gotten the chance to talk very long, Lizzie had always been sweet. An odd girl but given everything, who could blame her? He couldn’t imagine being a kid in this world, especially one without parents or any sort of guide. As soon as he got to the door, he held Lizzie close behind him. They still had a few moments before the hoard turned the corner and took note of them but he also didn’t want to blindly enter the office in case any walkers were lurking about. As soon as he tapped against the door and no walkers emerged from the office, he slipped inside, pulling Lizzie closely behind him. He sealed the door shut tightly, now placing a large dresser against the doorway. “You okay?” He glanced at her, hoping she wasn’t hurt in the meantime.  

Lizzie took one last glance in the direction of the walkers before Callum grabbed her hand. She followed him to the door of the office, keeping her hand close by her weapon in case there were any unwanted surprises inside the office. Once they knew it was clear, Lizzie followed him inside, watching and staying out of the way as he pulled the dresser in front of the doorway. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, smiling at him a little. 

“She’s so stupid…” the little girl grumped through the woods with her worn backpack tugging downwards against her small frame. It wasn’t full – yet – just heavy with a half empty box of bullets. Supplies at their camp were running low but for some God forsaken reason her sister was completely okay with surviving on nothing but nothing. It was almost like she wanted them to die.. 

“Excuse me? Do you think you could point me in the direction of… well anything really. I’m new to the area and have absolutely no idea where to find supplies.”

     Marissa nodded, “Maybe we could find a pack of cards at the old grocery store?”

“That sounds like a good idea!”

“Ah, малютка. You must be angel.” He stood up, quickly retrieving his weapon from the corpse it had been stuck in. Paying no mind to the blood on his clothes from the нежитью, instead he cast a critical eye over her- searching for injuries or lost weight. “Thank you, Lizzie. Are you well? I have not seen you for some time.” Five or six days, by his count. He had started getting worried but now seeing the young girl here, by all appearances healthy and fine made him feel some measure of comfort.

     Marissa nodded down at Lizzie, “It’d be great if we could find some board games or something like that…”

Fighting the нежитью was tricky business, even for him. One wrong misstep or a missed target could easily spell his doom. Unfortunately for Alexi, his luck was bound to run out at some point and it seemed to choose this very moment. He had his knife in the skull of one when a larger one came stumbling out of the alley at his back, tripping over the bodies already on the ground. It fell over into his back, knocking him off his feet. His hands grasped wildly for a weapon as it kneeled over his legs, boxing him in with an open mouth and a low moan coming from its ruined chest. He was going to die right here, on his back without a weapon in his hands. 

Lizzie had just been passing by when she noticed someone trying to fight off a walker. She couldn’t just leave them like that- after all, if someone had left her like that when she was being attacked, she’d be dead at this point -so she ran up and quickly pulled out her knife before driving it into the undead’s skull. She watched its body fall limp on top of the man and she let out a small sigh of relief. In all honesty, she hadn’t even realised who it was under the walker’s body before he pushed it away, she’d been too focussed on just killing it. 

The girl was quite obviously in shock, trying to process what had just happened whilst managing (impressively) not to break down. She looked so scared and so vulnerable. Opal couldn’t help but feel relief that she had stumbled across the girl, for most of the other rogues Opal had met would take advantage of the state she was in.

Lizzie stared at the older girl’s hand as she reached out towards her, not responding for a few seconds. Even though she had helped her, there was still a hesitation to trust her. It was clear that this girl only had good intentions but there was just this small doubt in the back of her mind. 

     Marissa shrugged, “Trying to stay alive I guess, nothing much. You?”

“The same, really... There’s not really that much else to do anymore.”

Normally he wouldn’t even be there. But for some reason he was. No he wasn’t out for a stroll, Chuck would never walk unless he had to. He was told to expand his patrol and was just about to turn a corner when he heard it. A growl and then a scream. He looked and quickly stepped back. Nope. Not gonna happen. 

‘’Bullshit.’’ She didn’t care for the woman’s argument; her mind was made of stone. The Montgomery’s were just doing their job, sacrifices had to be made–there were consequences and tough decisions to leadership. ‘’Does torturing people count? Murdering people? everyone in here has done something tragic; none of us are clean.’’ not even her. ‘’My case is; that you all jumped to death before evaluating your other options. There was no judgment; no wait. They rushed to put a bullet in their brain. If you all wanted ‘justice’, there was other ways to get it–imprisonment, banishment; Death wasn’t necessary.’’ 

Lizzie rolled her eyes at the other woman. She couldn’t give less of a fuck about the words that were leaving her lips- they were just going in one ear and straight out of the other before she even had time to bother processing them. She waited until the other had finished talking, her arms folded across her chest as she raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you done now?”

“Living through what we did, I don’t think that’ll happen. It’s up to us to make sure it doesn’t. We deserve a new, better start. We just have to be more careful now.”

“Let’s hope you’re right.” She didn’t believe it for a second. People would always run towards what they thought was safe and it was all too easy to lure them in with that. All too easy to fool them into the situation they’d already been in once.