"She's just a kid"
"She knows how to survive"
Cassie Dixon, only twelve at the start of the outbreak. With her mothers smarts and her fathers skills, can she survive? Or will she have to depend on her found family along the way?
Who will make it t...
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"Smells to me like the Sawhatchee Creek." Merle commented, him and Daryl tracking through the forest.
"We didn't go west enough. There's a river down there, it's got to be the Yellow Jacket." Daryl explained.
"You have a stroke, boy? We ain't never even come close to Yellow Jacket."
"We didn't go west. Just a little bit south. That's what I think."
"Know what I think? I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction." Merle commented.
"Yeah, we'll see." Daryl grumbled, already growing annoyed with his brother.
"What do you want to bet?" Merle grew eager.
"I don't want to bet nothing. It's just a body of water. Why's everything got to be a competition with you?"
"Whoa, whoa. Take it easy, little brother. Just trying to have a little fun here. No need to get your panties all in a bundle."
"You hear that?" Daryl stopped, listening closer to the noise that had caught his attention.
"Yeah, wild animals getting wild."
"No, it's a baby." Daryl points out, recognizing that sound anywhere.
"Oh, come on. Why don't you just piss in my ear and tell me it's raining, too?" Merle asked and Daryl considered it for a moment. "That damn kid is messing with your head, forget her. That there's the sound of a couple of coons making love, sweet love. Know what I mean?" Making their way out of the forest and to the river they spotted a bridge with a family being overrun by walkers.
"They're coming! What should I do? What should I do?"
"Hey! Jump!" Merle called out with a laugh. "What?" Merel asked when Daryl shot a glare at him and moved past him.
"Hey, man, I ain't wasting my bulluts on a couple of strangers that ain't never cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That's my policy. You'd be wise to adopt it, brother." Merle called out, following Daryl who rushed towards the bridge with his crossbow ready.
The stragers were stood on top of a truck, shooting at the walkers crowding around it. Inside of a red car on the bridge was a woman holding her crying child, walkers climbing in through the back of the car with more walkers crowding around the source of the noise.
One of the men had his leg in the grasp of a walker, his friend desperatly trying to pull him back until an arrow shot through the walkers head causing it to fall back and loose its grip, the men looking to find Daryl had saved them. He moved in closer, shooting down another walker before grabbing the arrow from the first walker and plunging it into the head of another walker coming in behind him.
