Jody
@TWD_Jody
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Jody is a minor character, part of Woodbury's militia. In episode 316, Welcome To The Tombs, Jody fought in the Governor's attack on the prison, which was not a success. While retreating from the prison, Jody escaped the Woodbury group, and ran off into the woods beside the prison. To his misfortune, Jody ran into Carl, Hershel, and Beth who was also holding Judith. The boy pleaded Carl to spare his life, but Carl shot him down without second thought. However, I recreated him. So, he didn't die. You can read all about it in Relieving Of Panic, Relieving Of Death.
Due to the fact that AMC didn't give him any sort of back-story, I will create one for him as though he were my own.
ALSO, my Jody was the very first Jody on Twitter.
Jody is a minor character, part of Woodbury's militia. In episode 316, Welcome To The Tombs, Jody fought in the Governor's attack on the prison, which was not a success. While retreating from the prison, Jody escaped the Woodbury group, and ran off into the woods beside the prison. To his misfortune, Jody ran into Carl, Hershel, and Beth who was also holding Judith. The boy pleaded Carl to spare his life, but Carl shot him down without second thought. However, I recreated him. So, he didn't die. You can read all about it in Relieving Of Panic, Relieving Of Death.
Due to the fact that AMC didn't give him any sort of back-story, I will create one for him as though he were my own.
ALSO, my Jody was the very first Jody on Twitter.
Relieving Of Panic, Relieving Of Death.
In a time of panic, I would usually shut down. In my life, I often avoided such. It wasn't easy to endure. I mean, when was panic ever easy? Well, this time, I couldn't shut down. I couldn't just slink down into the rubble, and wait until it was over.
Running was the best I could do. Right when the Governor ordered us to fall back, I found my opportunity and I took full advantage of it. Nobody really noticed me as I kicked off toward the trees, striving to hide within the semi-thick vegetation. Nobody really noticed me anyway. Stopping by a tree, I cast a final glance at everybody. Those people..sick people.. Everything the Governor told us about this group, was it true? I had no way of knowing.
I quickly shook my gaze and continued deeper into the woods. My eyes darted around as my grip on the military rifle–that I didn't even know how to fire–tightened. It was my best defense, my only defense.
A little boy appeared in my path, causing me to falter. It must have been one of them. Because, I've never seen him. The kid was medium height, probably tall for his age. His hair was brown and swooped over his eyes.
The kid had an adrenaline rushing look in his eyes, as though he were out for blood. "Drop you weapons!" The boy shouted, a snarl curling from under his lip.
"It's okay! I'm not with them!" My pleading voice left my mouth cowardly, reaching him within seconds. I submitted, handing him my rifle without any hesitation.
Another man poked his head out from a bush, he was aged. With plenty wrinkles and white hair. He had a kind, gentle look.
"Put them down, son." The old man spoke to me directly, his voice was soft and calm. How could he be so calm when his group was just attacked?
I slowly set the gun down, but the boy had had enough. He rose his own gun in the air, tracing it on my forehead. I saw the old man yelling to him, but I couldn't hear a thing.
A sickly feeling passed over me, one that a person may feel, while staring death in the eye. "P-please.." My last plead to the brown-haired boy came out as a shrill whisper, begging for him to spare me.
Then, I heard the gunshot. And a sudden pain in my side. I collapsed immediately, thinking the worst of whatever just happened. My vision faded to black, all senses disappeared.
-
"Mom..let me sleep.." My eyes squinted into the light above me where my mother stood, shaking me awake. Her grasp was on my leg, pulling it with half-focused might.
Sudden realization hit me almost immediately.
My eyes widened, actually seeing the real world. Not a dream.. The biter was ahold of my ankle, pulling it toward his mouth, ready to take a bite.
I just got my life back. No way one of these freaks was going to take it.
In an instant, I jerked my leg back, shooting it forward again to land a heavy kick to its face. The thing was casted back a few paces, bewildered that its food was fighting back.
The rifle was gone, I'd either have to run, or do this myself.
As the biter stumbled, regaining its balance, I didn't give it a chance. I was up quickly, taking a single step away.
Then, a thought filled my head. I couldn't shake it.
My feet took off beneath me, running further into the woods. I don't think I would've ever stopped. I passed by multiple biters, a pack of followers grew at a very high rate.
Only a few questions remain.
Where do I go? And, why did that boy spare me?
Running was the best I could do. Right when the Governor ordered us to fall back, I found my opportunity and I took full advantage of it. Nobody really noticed me as I kicked off toward the trees, striving to hide within the semi-thick vegetation. Nobody really noticed me anyway. Stopping by a tree, I cast a final glance at everybody. Those people..sick people.. Everything the Governor told us about this group, was it true? I had no way of knowing.
I quickly shook my gaze and continued deeper into the woods. My eyes darted around as my grip on the military rifle–that I didn't even know how to fire–tightened. It was my best defense, my only defense.
A little boy appeared in my path, causing me to falter. It must have been one of them. Because, I've never seen him. The kid was medium height, probably tall for his age. His hair was brown and swooped over his eyes.
The kid had an adrenaline rushing look in his eyes, as though he were out for blood. "Drop you weapons!" The boy shouted, a snarl curling from under his lip.
"It's okay! I'm not with them!" My pleading voice left my mouth cowardly, reaching him within seconds. I submitted, handing him my rifle without any hesitation.
Another man poked his head out from a bush, he was aged. With plenty wrinkles and white hair. He had a kind, gentle look.
"Put them down, son." The old man spoke to me directly, his voice was soft and calm. How could he be so calm when his group was just attacked?
I slowly set the gun down, but the boy had had enough. He rose his own gun in the air, tracing it on my forehead. I saw the old man yelling to him, but I couldn't hear a thing.
A sickly feeling passed over me, one that a person may feel, while staring death in the eye. "P-please.." My last plead to the brown-haired boy came out as a shrill whisper, begging for him to spare me.
Then, I heard the gunshot. And a sudden pain in my side. I collapsed immediately, thinking the worst of whatever just happened. My vision faded to black, all senses disappeared.
-
"Mom..let me sleep.." My eyes squinted into the light above me where my mother stood, shaking me awake. Her grasp was on my leg, pulling it with half-focused might.
Sudden realization hit me almost immediately.
My eyes widened, actually seeing the real world. Not a dream.. The biter was ahold of my ankle, pulling it toward his mouth, ready to take a bite.
I just got my life back. No way one of these freaks was going to take it.
In an instant, I jerked my leg back, shooting it forward again to land a heavy kick to its face. The thing was casted back a few paces, bewildered that its food was fighting back.
The rifle was gone, I'd either have to run, or do this myself.
As the biter stumbled, regaining its balance, I didn't give it a chance. I was up quickly, taking a single step away.
Then, a thought filled my head. I couldn't shake it.
My feet took off beneath me, running further into the woods. I don't think I would've ever stopped. I passed by multiple biters, a pack of followers grew at a very high rate.
Only a few questions remain.
Where do I go? And, why did that boy spare me?