So far, everything seemed to be going well. Of course she never said that out loud since she didn’t want to jinx herself. She had creeped through about five blocks of deserted city and only encountered three walkers. One, by itself, was a Smoker. Maeve could tell because as soon as it saw her it opened it’s mouth and black smoke just began to come out, but the blond quickly threw a knife into its mouth. It stumbled backwards and fell against a wall, where Maeve took her other knife and severed its head from its spine. She made a slight face when she noticed the gore on her beloved pair of knives, so she wiped them off on a newspaper that was lying on the ground.

The other two that she encountered were Scabs, which made her whine a bit because they were just general pains in the ass. Did (villain) really have to turn into a zombie? She could tell the two were Scabs because they just seemed too cocky. Was that a thing? Cocky, arrogant zombies? Well, they seemed that way and Maeve had to set down her shotgun in order to make the perfect throw through the zombies’s eyes. Sure she could blast open their eye sockets, but Maeve really didn’t want to attract any more attention. One throw and one zombie was down; the next was a bit harder because it started to weave back and forth - although quite slowly - and after a few seconds of aligning Maeve managed to pierce the second eye. She quickly ran over and, with the butt of her gun, jammed the knives further into their skulls. With a little twist added for good measure, she pulled out the knives and wiped them on the back of her pants and continued on her merry little way.

The three kills heightened her senses and made her a bit jumpy. A zombie could appear around any corner at any moment, which fucking sucked. She was never good at dealing with suspense. She hated horror or suspense films because she became too jumpy and either yelled at the actors or googled the end of the movie. However, these past two years of struggling to survive has made her deadly calm when needed. Like now.

About three blocks away, she heard it. The sound that filled nightmares. The scream that horror movie directors would die to get on camera. It was a Screamer and they only shrieked when it was going after a human.

It was like a switch turned on in Maeve’s mind. She quickly looked around before running to and climbing up the rusty fire escape ladder of a one story 24-hour medical center (which she should probably check out later) and discarded her bag next to her to prop up her gun. About three seconds after she readied herself, she saw a girl around her age run around the corner of a building. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that not only did the poor girl bother a Screamer, but she also got the attention of some Runners - two, to be exact. 

Maeve only had a short time frame to kill both of them, so she had to act fast. When the first Runner appeared around the corner she let out a shot, swearing under her breath when she felt like the shot was off. A relieved breath left her mouth, however, when she realized the shot severed the head from the neck. That was one for the books. She couldn’t revel long in the kill, though, since there was another Runner that didn’t slow down because of the loss of its companion. 

Just one left and Maeve had to shoot now otherwise she would be out of range. She moved down to the edge of the roof and saw that the girl might get hit if she took the shot at this angle. “Well, suck it up, buttercup,” she muttered since getting a little bullet wound would be much less painful than getting ripped to shreds by a zombies. Maeve took the shot but swore when she hit the damn thing in its back. The Runner stumbled, losing pace, and Maeve quickly reloaded and shot at him again. Again, it was in the neck, and caused the Runner to fall. Jumping down from the roof, and swearing a bit at herself since she realized she could’ve broken an ankle or something, she approached the fallen Runner and shot it once more, right in the head. She was luckily far enough away to avoid spatter, which would’ve been super gross, and she quickly whirled around to make sure that no other zombies were attracted by the sounds.