Y/N Your name
Y/E Eye color
Y/H Hair color
Y/HL Length of your hair (Short, Long)
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Y/N's POV
I have been depressed lately from my family getting killed. My mom got eaten alive by the dead, and my dad and older brother got killed for protecting me. I had to accept that I was alone in this living hell. Before my dad died he taught me how to drive in case of an emergency. I was driving a car I found months ago while my knife was in its holster as well as my pistol and my shotgun was in its case in the seat next to me. Another car was driving towards me and the cars collided causing my car to fly into the air. Before the car hit the ground I put my shot gun over my shoulder. The car hit the ground on it's right side causing the windows to shatter, glass went in every direction. Everything went dark, I was in pain then I lost consciousness.
Carl's POV
I was on a supply run with dad, Michonne, and Daryl. We were driving by and then, the car came to a sudden stop. I was confused until I saw a car on fire with a girl inside that looked about my age. We all rushed out of the car to help the girl. Daryl and dad lifted the car about 6 inches, so someone could crawl in and get her out. Without hesitation I crawled in to see if she was okay; she was still breathing.
"Back up Carl." Daryl said getting ready to kick the back window. I nodded my head and took the girl with me behind one of the seats. Daryl kicked the window in, glass went every where. I crawled towards the back as the fire began to spread closer to me. I handed the girl off to Daryl, and crawled out of the car before it burst into flames. After I got out of the crashed car everyone went back into the car and we started to head back to the prison.
While dad was driving the girl's head rested on my lap. Her nose twitched and her eyes opened when we were in front of the prison. "Hey, glad to see you're alive." I spoke.
She looked confused, "Who are you?!" She spoke as she was looking for her knife.
"Sorry, I'm not saying anything until you answer the questions my dad has for you."
My dad stopped the car in front of the gate and looked back at the girl, "I understand you're confused right now, but we won't take you in until you answer my questions. Okay?" My dad said being reasonable with the girl.
The girl nodded her head, "Seems fair enough."
"First question, how many walkers have you killed?" Dad asked.
"Walkers?" She said sounding confused.
"The walking corpses." I clarified.
"Too many to count." She responded as her Y/HL, Y/H hair covered her right eye.
"Second, how many people have you killed?"
"I don't know, maybe eight." The girl responded.
"Why?" Dad asked in a stern tone.
"The people were threatening me and they killed my..." She trailed off as she began to tear up.
"Okay, you don't have to be specific if it upsets you that much." Dad said in a comforting tone.
She nodded her head, "Thanks, but don't get me wrong I killed people for self-defense in the end." She said as she wiped her tears with the heel of her hand.
"I wasn't saying you didn't, and we're willing to take you in."
"Thank you... I didn't catch your names." The Y/E eyed girl spoke.
