Angel With A Shotgun. [ Carl Grimes ]

Laedi Colette Days. 

Yup, that's my name. Mostly because I just forgot my surname when I was 11. See, I ran away from home when I was 9; but we'll get to that flashback later on. So, yeah, basically. I'm just a 13-year old girl living in a Post-Apocalyptic world; alone. But hey, I'm still alive so that's something. I've been alone since I was 9, considering I ran away from home. My mom and dad always seemed to despise me because I wasn't what they thought 'Perfect Daughter Material'. They always treated my little sister like she was some sort of goddess. For a 2nd grade kid, she was living the dream. 

The whole school was eating out of the palm of her hands. 

One day, when I finally got sick and tired of all the bull****, I ran away. Mhm, far, far away where no one can find me. I eventually stumbled across a cave in the woods and since my family was filthy rich, I managed to survive. From then on, I taught myself everything. From frist aid to shooting a gun several miles away. My dad was a retired, old cop while my mom was the busiest person in the world. They barely had time for me; but somehow they would give up everything just to spend 20 minutes with my little sister. Little b****. Somehow, I managed to steal some guns from the city and stash it away in my bag. But that doesn't mean that I just had to go back and see if my parents were still alive. When I came back to my old house... they were gone. Vanished; without a single trace. 

I just shrugged it off and went back to the woods, getting a little sleep for a while. So, yeah.That's my life. I haven't even seen one tiny glimpse of life. Well; life that isn't covered in rotting skin and is always hungry for their own kind's flesh. I have had no one to talk to. No one. I basically shut myself out from the world. It has to be the only reason why I'm still living though. 

Name : Laedi Colette Days

Age : 13

Birthday : March 2 

Status : Alive