Stay With Me

June 26

The alerts have been blaring everywhere. Phones, TVs, radios, music apps, social media, and pretty much everywhere else anyone would see or hear it. I was pretty sick of it; let's face it, we all knew about the end of the world. Well, not really the end if the world, just the end if humanity. They weren't human. They were something else.

What's my story? Well. My sister was the first in my family that was bit. She came home from school crying. One of the kids in her class turned. Her best friend, Kayla, got the worst. But Allie got a scratch. Not as bad as it could be, but still bad. I knew that we would have to put her down, but my parents refused. She was their precious baby. How precious she was when she ripped their throats out. I didn't care. They weren't my real parents anyway. I was adopted, which didn't shock me much. My 'parents' despised me. They told me on my 10th birthday. Which was almost 9 years ago. My parents died a year and a half ago, but I knew where to go. And I was prepared to do whatever I had to do to get there.

***2 weeks later*** (July 10)

I was scared. There was no denying it, no matter how badass I was. I was lost in a forest with walkers hidden everywhere, for cryin' out loud! Just when I had lost all hope, I heard talking and... Laughter? How was that possible? Then I realized I had made it. I climbed through the fence and started running towards the little white farm house.

"Beth?!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the ragged girl from the other side of the fence.

***Carl's POV***

I was bored. Not shocking, considering we were in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. We had found some coloring books in cars on the highway, but really?? I was almost 19! I just wanted to help, but to everyone else I'm just a helpless kid. I heard someone shout, not in anger or fear, but in excitement! It was coming from the fence, or at least in that general area. It was definitely a girl, and they definitely said Beth's name. I saw a girl close to my age in ripped skinny jeans and a pink camouflage tank top with a pink bra peeking out and gray high top converse coming through the fence. I'm not gonna lie, she was hot. Her clothes and shoes were bloodstained. Her glasses were crooked and visibly dirty. Her hair had a touch of pink around the tips. There was a knife handle sticking out of the top of her shoe, a revolver hanging out of her back pocket, and a pink camo Winchester backpack slung over her right shoulder. She looked happy to see people that weren't trying to tear her flesh off her bones.

Before I knew it, she had ran past me and was almost to the porch. She ran into Beth's arms and started sobbing. My mom was talking to Carol, but who the hell cares?. I wanted to get to know this girl.

***A/N***

Hi! Second fanfic, first for TWD. Please give me feedback, it really helps me when I write. Sorry if this is short, but the next chapters will be longer. The pic on the side is me, and the link is to see the outfit that Amie is wearing (Amie is the main character, sorry I couldn't find a way to introduce her :/) sorry its google. Any who, please continue reading! I will update every Sunday. If I don't, I give you permission to smack me with a glove. jk. You can if you want. The pic on the side is me. So yeah. Comment, vote, follow

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