the end of the world. [[ota, arrival]]
Michonne stands in front of the person she's saved, blood dripping from her katana, dead roamer on the ground. There are still four more to go, but the fact that there's a real live person in front of her makes her pause for a split second. She hasn't seen anyone in weeks. Weeks or months, she's not sure. Time loses meaning when it doesn't really structure your day except for light and dark.
A walker gets close, too close, and Michonne yells. "Stay behind me!" Her dead companions, the two she has attached by a chain can't do anything and she lets the chain drop for a second, so that she can wield both her machete and the katana. She makes quick work of the four with no help from her new found survivor. As she bends to pick up the chain and her katana - the machete still wedged in the head of a walker - the ground beneath her changes to cobblestone and she looks up sharply, still kneeling on one knee.
Gone is the bleak surrounding of a world on the verge of collapse. In front of her looks like...a village, and she's on the outskirts. Face blank and eyes narrowed, Michonne tightens her grip on both the chain and the sword. She has no idea what this is, and glances behind her, seeing a tree line. She'll make for that and try to assess her situation under the cover of the thick forest.
A walker gets close, too close, and Michonne yells. "Stay behind me!" Her dead companions, the two she has attached by a chain can't do anything and she lets the chain drop for a second, so that she can wield both her machete and the katana. She makes quick work of the four with no help from her new found survivor. As she bends to pick up the chain and her katana - the machete still wedged in the head of a walker - the ground beneath her changes to cobblestone and she looks up sharply, still kneeling on one knee.
Gone is the bleak surrounding of a world on the verge of collapse. In front of her looks like...a village, and she's on the outskirts. Face blank and eyes narrowed, Michonne tightens her grip on both the chain and the sword. She has no idea what this is, and glances behind her, seeing a tree line. She'll make for that and try to assess her situation under the cover of the thick forest.