DEAD BY DAYLIGHT The Walking Dead

- chapter two -

The Walking Dead ---- 01x03
Vivian Ford --- September 2010
           

             AJ FORD was Vivian's older brother by exactly eleven months and nineteen days. Growing up so close in age the two were extremely close, raised practically as twins. In elementary school, Vivian had even skipped fifth grade to go right into middle school with her older brother the following fall. She barely had any memories that didn't include the boy, they had once been inseparable.

Glenn reminded Vivian a lot of AJ,  their personalities were similar and they seemed to have the talent to cheer almost anyone up no matter how bad of a day they were having. She supposed that's why she worried for Glenn every time he went into the city, she was already separated from her brother, who's to say she never saw Glenn again, too?

Currently, Vivian sat around another boiling pot with her mom, Thomas, the Grimes, and Shane Walsh. Toying with the rim of AJ's Taxes Rangers baseball cap she'd stolen the morning she, Thomas, and their mom left for Atlanta. It was now the only physical thing she had left of her brother besides for the picture albums stuffed into her trusty purple backpack.

"Baby, the more you fidget, the longer it takes." Lori told Carl while she attempted to trim his overgrown hair with a pocket knife and a flimsy comb. Carl clearly wasn't enjoying it at all, because he kept moving every other second which only heightened the chance of making the knife slip out of Lori's grasp into her thumb.

Her mother was organizing her first aid kit, since Glenn brought back some medical supplies he found stashed in an office during the last trip to the city. Jenn Ford was the only person with medical training at camp meaning that almost everyone there went to her when they had a problem. She was the camps doctor.

Thomas was playing with his toy car, piling some dirt into small mounds to make a racetrack while Vivian read her copy of "The Hunger Games."

T-Dog brought it back for her about two weeks ago after Vivian complained Dale had no good books left in his RV and there was nothing else to do at camp.

"I'm trying." Carl huffed at his mother's words.

"Well, try harder." Lori instructed calmly while brushing away the cut bits of hair off his neck before combing the rest flat to try and cut it as evenly as possible.

"If you think this is bad, wait till you start shaving. That stings. That day comes, you'll be wishing for one of your mama'a haircuts." Shane told the younger boy while he cleaned out the barrel of his shotgun, Thomas rising his hand to gently play with his auburn ringlets, frowning at the thought of his mom cutting them off.

"I'll believe that when I see it." Carl remarked, making Shane chuckle while shaking his dead, Lori smiling softly. "I'll tell you what, you just get through this with some manly dignity, and tomorrow I'll teach you something special." Shane promised, earning a curious look from the Grimes boy. "I'll teach you to catch frogs." He said, making Thomas's eyes light up.

"I've caught a frog before" Carl started proudly.

"I said frogs, plural" Shane corrected, placing his shotgun across his lap and discarding the rod he used to clean the barrel onto the soil. "It is an art, my friend. It is not to be taken lightly. There are ways and means few people know about. I'm willing to share my secrets. It's a one-time offer, bud, not to be repeated."