Miranda's pov
I finish writing in my Dixon diary as I like to call it. My brothers Merle and Daryl found it when they were on a supplies run. It's just us three running for our lives from the undead freaks we call walkers. Daryl walks in my tent. "Hey squirt, writin' in the diary?" He asks. I smile and nod. "When we survive this, the future generations will know what it was like at the end of the world." I say, looking up at my older brother. He has a big smile. "Why are you smiling like that?" I ask. He shrugs. Merle joins us. "Food's cooked. I bet that's about filled up." He says, pointing at my book. I nod. "Can I come on the next supply run with you?" I beg, dropping the book in my lap. I'm sure it'll be the same answer as every other time. "It's just not safe, Squirt." Daryl says. I make my pouty face. Merle pulls Daryl away.
Daryl's pov
"I think we should let her. If anything happens to us, she needs to be able to scavenge. And she won't be able to if we shield her." He says. I glance back at our sister. He's right. If something happens to us, she's screwed because we've protected her, she needs to fight these things too. "If somethin' happens to her, you'll be the next to go." I warn. He nods. We walk back over to her and tell her she can come. She jumps up excited. I still don't feel safe with my 24 year old sister facing these things. I give her my gun and I grab my quiver of arrows. "Let's head out." Merle says, quietly. We walk towards Atlanta. "You have to be quiet. This place is crawling with walkers." Merle says, putting a silencer on her gun.
Miranda's pov
I can't believe I'm about to be up close and personal with the walkers. Daryl stares at me worried. "I'll be fine." I scoff. Then I freeze when I hear the familiar sound of a walker. I turn around fearfully, pointing my gun behind me. "We should take her back." Daryl whispers to Merle. "No way!" I cry! Merle shrugs and Daryl sighs. We walk into the town and Merle heads for the weapons. Me and Daryl are in charge of finding nonperishable food. We go into an old super market. I grab a few cans and stuff them in my bag. My heart beats so loud I worry the walkers will hear it. I look wearily at the door but all is calm and silent. I realize it's silent inside too. "Where did Daryl go?!" I whisper, fear consuming me in a matter of seconds.
Daryl's pov
"I don't think this is a good idea." I mutter. Merle sighs. "She's got to live on her own, otherwise she won't survive." He says. "She has us." I gripe stubbornly. "And if something happened to us?" He says, crossing his arms. "You know what happened when Rick's boy got bit." He says. I nod. That kid looked up to his dad and was crazy for him. But once he turned, he attacked Rick instantly. All memory of the little boy's affection toward his father was wiped clean in an instant. I really hate it when Merle is right.
Miranda's pov
I can't find Daryl anywhere!! I try to stay calm but something heavy hits the ground making me squeal. I hear the groan of a walker. I aim my gun at it, my hands shaking like crazy. The thing is rotten and smelly. It's missing an eyeball with several bite wounds in it's arms and shoulder. I pull the trigger and the ugly mass crumples to the floor. I run for the exit when I hit my head on something, knocking me out cold.
Jason's pov
I just finished grabbing some bullets for my pistol when I heard a shot from a silencer gun. Shoot! Someone else is in the area. I can't get robbed, not with an arrow in my shoulder. The medic bag I found a few minutes ago is still gripped tightly in my fist. As soon as I get back to camp, I'll fix it. I walk as carefully as I can to the nearby store where I heard the gun go off. A girl lay unconscious on the ground. She doesn't have any bite marks. I pick her up, ignoring the unbearable pain it's causing my shoulder but I can't leave her there. I get back to camp and am working on the arrow when she wakes up screaming. Shit! I cover her mouth which only makes her panic more. "Be quiet! You'll attract the infected!" I shout as quietly as I can. I move my hand and she isn't screaming anymore. "Who are you?! Where are my brothers?!" She whimpers. She had family with her! "I only saw you little lady." I say. She stands up. "I've got to find them!" She cries, running for the door. I grab her arms. "You can't go back out there. It's infested. You need to wait for them to pass." I gripe, fighting through the pain to hold her back. She stops trying to leave. "What happened?" She asks. "Some redneck shot me with an arrow." I mutter, still trying to get it out. "Here let me help." She says. "Now this'll hurt." I know it will. I can already tell. She presses an alcohol soaked cotton ball to it then pulls the arrow out. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming. "So what's your name?" I ask. She bandages my shoulder. "Miranda, Miranda Dixon." She says quietly. "I'm Jason by the way." I say. "Thanks Jason for saving me." She says. "Anytime." I mumble awkwardly. She cinches my bare shoulder tightly. I put my blood stained shirt back on. "Thanks for fixin' my shoulder." She sits back on the cot. "I hope my brothers are okay." She whispers, pulling a book out of her bag. I don't want to tell her they'll be okay since I don't know that. "Have you seen them?" She asks, handing me a photograph. One of the boys is the guy that shot me!! "Yeah the prick on the left is the one that shot me." I grumble, handing it back to her. "You mean Merle?! I'll make sure he apologizes." She says. If you ever find them but I keep that to myself.
