Beauty in the broken (Rick Grimes x OC)

Prologue

Alexis POV:

Flashback

I'm standing in front of my bedroom door mentally preparing myself for what I'm about to do. I've spent the last 6 months carefully planning my getaway, they don't tell you how nerve wracking it is to run away from home when you're 16 but I know if I don't leave now I might just die in this house. I worked hard to graduate high school early so that I could at least leave knowing I had accomplished something. Now I was leaving with nothing but a small duffel bag, years of trauma, and a bus ticket to Washington DC where I could start fulfilling by dreams of becoming a forensic reconstruction artist...I had my whole life ahead of me and like hell was I going to let my father get in the way of that so with one last look around the room that had become my prison cell I took a deep breath and quietly opened the window and jumped out into freedom.

6 years later

I was sitting in my office watching the news with the rest of my coworkers, the facial reconstruction I was working on long forgotten. We all sat in complete disbelief at what we were seeing and hearing,
"There is no way this is real...like come on it has to be a prank." Pat said but even I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
" I don't know Pat,  I've been scrolling social media all day and what ever this is it's real and it's hap-" as my boss speaks she gets interrupted by gunfire and people screaming outside. I run over to my window and peak outside but instantly with I hadn't. The sight makes my head spin. People are attacking each other left right and centre, I can't tear my eyes away as a man is being torn apart by a woman before she gets shot in the head. I feel myself being pulled back into the room,
"Al are you crazy? Get away from the window!" Pat whisper yells at me.
"I'm sorry...but that man...did you see what she was doing to him?" I whimpered. I was terrified, I hadn't felt fear like this since I was still living under the same roof as my father.
"I know"  my boss says as she takes a quick peek out the window before closing the curtains, "but we have to stay in here until the lunacy outside dies down and then we go home to our families."

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It's been three days, Pat, Cam, and I are in the parking garage of our building saying goodbye to each other not knowing when or if we will see each other again,
"Hey, you sure you want to go back to Georgia?" Pat asks me, concern written all over her face.
"Yeah. I need to find my brothers, I need to know they're ok. Either way there's that refugee centre in Atlanta so even if I can't find them I'll be safe once I get to Atlanta" I say with as much confidence as I can muster. Once all the goodbyes are said and done I get in my car and head to my apartment to pack a few essentials and grab what I can use as weapons before starting the long drive back to dreaded Georgia.

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Authors Note:

This is a really short first part and probably not really good but I've been dying to write a TWD fanfic for a while and I've had this idea running through my head so here I am jotting it down for the world to see.
I hope you like it! And I'll try and do updates as much as I can.