'Nother Redneck ~A Daryl Dixon Love Story~

Chapter 1

   I've been alone for 4 years of my life now. No family no nothing. I moved here from England when I was 25 to study history and become an archeologist.

   That all changed exactly 8 weeks and 4 days ago when the apocalypse started. By apocalypse I mean flesh eating rotting corpses that tear you apart. Not a world run by vampires or some sort of mythical actually living creature.

   All I have been doing these 8 weeks and 4 days is running, scavenging, killing, sleeping, and some more running. I will have to say it sucks being alone but I enjoy my own company. I'm officially 30 in 3 days or, April 24 to be exact, and I would rather spend that birthday not killing anything. I would like to sit by myself and maybe enjoy some decent food.

I am currently sitting by myself in an old barn. At least I think it's old. There was some sort of fire up ahead and I was going to check it out.

It seemed to be coming from the mountains. I don't know if it got attacked but hey, it's always good to check right.

   After having a quick bite of my granola bar I decided to head towards the smoke. I had my gun out, knife in my boot, and bow slung along my shoulder. My dad was in the military so I was a good shot and believe it or not, my mom taught me how to hunt. I'm an only child so my mom taught me everything to protect myself even my dad.

   I had finally arrived where the smoke was coming from and I see people. A ton of them, it seems like a group. They even have children. About 5 or 6 women, 4 kids, and and about 8 or 9 men. They all were together and they looked happy. I was about to walk away when a branch snapped underneath my feet. "Shit" I muttered.

   I started walking backwards when I saw one of the men get up. He started walking towards me with his crossbow aimed.

I took another step back but yet again a branch snapped under my feet. "Fuck" I mumbled.

The strange man started getting closer to me. I started walking faster. Then I stumbled right into a tree hitting my head. I touched the back of my head and brought my hand back only to realize that the back of my head was bleeding. Maybe I should let this guy catch me so they can clean my head up and hopefully send me on my way.

I started creeping towards him with my bow aimed.

   "Put the damn bow down righ' now." The man had a southern accent.

I slowly placed my bow around my shoulder putting my hands up in surrender. "Woah there. No need for you to be pointing that thing I'm harmless I swear." That was a lie.

"Who the hell are ya?!" He yelled at me almost.

"I could say the same to you redneck."

"I ain't jokin' around girly."

   "Me neither. I'm Olive, Olive Jenky. I'm currently 29 years old and am alone. I'm an archeologist who parents are back in England. Now that I have told you everything it would be delightful you would lower your bow." I took a step closer to him.

   He lowered his bow. "Good, now who the hell are you?"

"I'm Daryl Dixon."

   "Nice to meet you Daryl." I put out my hand for him to shake. He gave me a confused look and shook my hand.

   "Okay so I have a bit of a problem Daryl. I hit the back of my head off of a tree when you were stalking me so I am in need of a bit of help if you don't mind." I put my hand on the back of my head and showed him the blood.