Kiddo- Daryl Dixon/OC

Chapter 1- Self Defense

My name is Alice, Alice Andrews, and I am alone in this changing world. I guess you could say that I am now lost in wonderland. Before all this went down I was an orphan, I had been one since birth. I knew by the time I was thirteen that I would probably never be adopted and I accepted it. I had grown to like being alone, eventually even someone being in the same room as me bothered me. I was a generally quiet person but I did have one skill, I could shoot a bow and arrow. I usually spent most of my day outside doing target practice. Eventually I had made myself a collection of targets and eventually nailed them all. But now that the world I once knew was gone I have to learn to be strong and fend for myself. This is me now age sixteen; and the whole world was in shock that the dead had begun walking again. When news got around it wasn't long before everyone talked about evacuation, the leaders of the orphanage had arranged a plan for us to be sent to a safe zone outside of the state. We weren't allowed to ask questions just constant reassurance that we were all going to be okay, I didn't believe them. I wasn't going to wait around to be evacuated with the rest of the group, they were weak and I knew what I had to do; while everybody slept I had managed to grab enough food and supplies for myself to survive for a little it. The day of evacuations I packed up everything I could carry, grabbed my supplies, my bow and arrows and ran for the woods, avoiding the busses that were hauling us to what they considered safety. I knew I would have a better shot of finding shelter on my own. I regretted my decision once or twice but I knew I would have a much easier time.

Days turned into weeks and I have been living by myself in the woods for a good three months now, or so I think. It could have been longer and it could have been shorter, I really had no way of telling now a days, but I was still alive so I proved them all wrong, nobody came looking for me, I don't even think people saw I wasn't on the evacuation bus, I was alone but I was strong, or so I thought.

I sat curled up under a tree with my bow beside me; while I slept a very thin layer of snow had fallen. I knew that if I was going to make a water run I had to do it now before sun down and worst of all more snow. I stood up, strapped my bow to my back and hiked down the hill to the nearest fresh water stream I could find. This is where I caught most of my fish for food and collected water. Being on my own for so long I had eventually picked up how to trap and hunt. I would say I was a strong person, I guess it took a strong person to be alone for all this time and still remain sane. I knew how to kill walkers and even throw them off my trail; so far I had only come close to an accident twice, and both being my own stupid mistakes. I loved taking this hike down to the stream, it was almost relaxing, like nothing was wrong in this world; but all it took was one low growl or a stumble of a walker to bring me back to reality. This was my life now.

I had collected enough water and finally started my way back. I looked up to the sky, "It's darker than usual, I guess that means winter is coming. I guess that would explain the snow" I said to myself. Looking up again I estimated that there was about two hours of sun left. "Shit I need to hike back faster." Picking up my speed, I eventually made it to where I set up camp, but then noticed something strange on the ground. Footprints. They couldn't have been walkers, usually their prints were all over the place, not these. These footprints where in a normal walking pattern, not only that but there were multiple sets of them and different shoes. Crouching down behind a nearby bush I quietly pulled my bow off my back and loaded an arrow into it. I spun around to investigate more; I saw the prints were walking around where I set up camp and to my bag which was now nowhere to be found. "Son of a bitch." I muttered to myself before standing up, I took only a few steps before I heard voices and more walking. I crouched down again trying to now be seen.

"Do you think that someone could be staying here?" a man's voice asked.

I looked behind a tree to see three people walking together, two grown men and a younger boy. One of the men was wearing a sheriff's hat and carried a pistol, that's when I noticed the fully equipped police officers belt around his waist. Even the younger boy carried a gun, but his was secured in a holster around his waist.

"I'm sure someone is around, and whoever they are, they ain't too bright."

His voice was different from the other mans, it was rough and cold. He carried beside him a crossbow in one hand and in the other my bag of supplies. They were walking back when I stood up, my bow up and loaded.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my supplies?" I asked sternly pointing my loaded bow at them. The moment I stood up the older one pointed his crossbow at me, his too loaded and ready to shoot.

"I sugges ya put down yer weapon!" he called over to me.

"Not until you tell me what you want!" I yelled back keeping my demeanor.

The man in the sheriff's hat pointed his gun in my direction; the young boy copied his action.

For was seemed like ages we stood there ready for a shoot out.

"Hey kid I ain't gonna ask ya again! Put down yer weapon!" the older one yelled again.

"Were not going to hurt you, I promise but we have to make sure you're not going to hurt us." The man in the sheriff's hat called over to me.

The moment I let the arrow fly but right as I did I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and my whole world went black.