Rowan James had been prepared for the end since the beginning.
Her life was molded around survival. She was taught to fight, be smart, and never give up.
So when the apocalypse hits, not only is she ready to fight.
She's going to survive....
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She noticed the abandoned cars first.
A truck turned over on its side. Doors left unclosed. Some trunks popped open.
Then she recognized the stench.
Rotting. The unending smell of death hung in the air like fog.
Then, finally, she found the bodies.
Some still sat in their cars, the others littered the streets.
No walkers around as far as she could tell. That may not be the case soon.
She turned to her companion and nodded,
"Looks clear to me" she said.
The man dipped his head back in return and walked to the trunk of the car to grab a gas can.
She continued to scavenge the area, looking for anything of use. Food, water, weapons.
Those were the only necessities a person really needed in this new world.
She found nothing of use and almost turned back to her companion, but a sound caught her ears. She examined her surroundings, but saw nothing. Then she heard the sound again to her right. Almost like scuffling, as if, whatever it was, didn't know how to pick up their feet when it moved.
A car blocked her view from whatever was making the sound. She had a feeling she knew what it was.
Coming around the front of the car, she saw someone... she was small. Definitely a child. Something in her chest snapped at the horrific thought that this little girl was one of them.
Maybe that wasn't the case? A little kindle of hope burned in her heart.
"Little girl?" That kernel of hope spoke.
The girl stopped walking and that fire burned brighter.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you" she said softly.
The little girl turned around slowly, so slowly. She was in a bathrobe, her pajamas and slippers in ruins. The teddy bear the little girl was holding fell to the floor and she lunged forward, a distinct guttural moan coming from her lips.
That sound was all too familiar.
The girl didn't make it another step before she pulled the trigger.
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A/N: Welcome readers! Thank you so much for choosing to read this story. I have always loved the walking dead, I just had to write a fic for it. I am in love with Rick Grimes, like marry me plz Andrew Lincoln. So naturally, this is a Rick Grimes x OC story!!
For the technical stuff: I do not own the walking dead. Duh. But I own Rowan and her story, so don't copy my stuff. This story is MATURE- we are talking about the apocalypse here.
