M & M's: A Short Story

Michonne loved stale M&M’s, she was craving them at the moment but unfortunately the house she was scouting for supplies had almost no food in it and all the food she found was no longer edible. She had moved to a bedroom upstairs to look for medicine or anything the crew at the prison could use.

As she shuffled through the drawers in the dresser she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She pressed herself against the wall next to the window that overlooked the backyard. She peaked just enough to see who it was.

The stranger was on their knees digging around the ground near the backyard fence. Michonne waited to see if the presence was a walker or not. After about 4 minutes the person stood up and looked at the house, but Michonne …show more content…

Before Michonne knew it she was laying on her back a walker lunging at her face. She used her arm and pushed against its neck. With a swift movement the walker’s head was sliced clean off and Michonne practically jumped to her feet.

Michone looked around the backyard hoping that, that thing was the only thing she had to deal with. About halfway through looking around the backyard she met with the someone’s gaze,and it was definitely not the gaze of a walker.

Michonne sheathed her sword and watched as the stranger picked up the not quite ripened tomatoes that they just dropped. Michonne couldn’t tell if they were a young man or lady, brown hair unruly but didn’t quite cover their cool grey eyes.

“Are you alright?” the voice was calm, the stranger’s face showed worry. “I’m sorry I didn’t help, the whole thing happened so fast I didn’t even have time to react.”

Michonne didn’t respond, she wasn’t sure what angle the person was coming at. Her brown eyes glanced around the backyard looking for any companions the person might have.

“It’s just me.” they wiped a tomato off and held it out to Michonne. “My names Stacie, Stacie Beaulieu.” they had a bit of an accent, french …show more content…

While Michonne scribbled a few lines on the back of the map she couldn’t help be curious of what the other was going for. As she wrote the last line of directions she felt the pen drag. She needed to ask the stranger.

“What are you going there for?” Michonne capped the pen.

Stacie searched for the best way to respond, there was nothing wrong with his reason just a matter of wording. “Before the infection I was about to graduate with a Medical Lab science degree. Blood work, medicine study, diseases, y’know the works. Sounds like with the right material I could be of some use to figure this whole infection out. At the least be of some service.” Stacie ran their hand up and down their arm, as if uncomfortable.

Michonne was surprised about the answer, she figured he would have said family or for a safe place. “What makes you think they don’t already have a team working on it?” Michonne was curious.

“Well I’m hoping for that, I mean the infection has been on for awhile. Lets hope they have something together working on it. I’m hoping to just be an extra pair of