𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒, the walking dead (rewrite)

01. Days gone bye¹

Genesis

[Season 1—episode 2]
Guts.

SOMETIMES MELISSA GRIMES WAS outstanded by how green the world seemed to remain. The trees were the same, fluttering with the wind and growing larger with time now that there were barely humans to corrupt it. She spent her time watching over the trees, passing time, forgetting about the injustice of this human infection that turned over her world.

Forgetting that her big brother was dead as her father must be. She forgot about her dad moving out from town a long time ago, when her mother died, he couldn't bear the grief so he spent his days in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in Georgia. She wondered if he had survived with his skills but she doubted the old man would. She was sure he had given up before he even tried.

She stood on the white old roof of the RV that belonged to Dale Horvath, he was a rather nice old man that she and three other in her camp adopted as a father figure. She spent her days keeping watch, looking over the trees for unwanted surprises, humans or the undead alike. There was not much need anyways, the walkers, as they baptized them, didn't come up here much and if they did, Shane would take them down instantly.

A rifle lay down next to the chair, she didn't really know how to work rifles, way too big for her. But guns, yeah, guns were something she knew how to use. She wasn't an expert on the subject she did only half the classes for police academy before she dropped. Only got to guns and easy weapons. Besides, growing up with a Sheriff father gave you that kind of advantage to the world.