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I've been living in this 'apocalypse' for a few years. It started when I was ten. I've been alone since it started. My parents never came home from work. My babysitter left to find her boyfriend while I was sleeping one night.

Now I'm alone. I've been that way since the beginning. I've been staying in the top floor of a hotel. There were very few walkers there when I first came and I've been to exhausted to leave. I'm getting low on food so decide to go on a run.

I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I put my long brown hair in a messy bun to keep it out of my face. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top with a red and black flannel over top. I put my holster on and slide my pistol in. I tie my combat boots and put my knife in the right one.

I've been walking for about a half an hour when I finally come across what looks like a small grocery store. I run inside grabbing water bottles, granola bars, anything.

As I'm dropping a box of crackers into my bag I hear footsteps on the next isle over. Thinking it was a walker I quietly walk to the other side with my knife up ready to stab and my other hand on my gun just in case. I see a kid around my age (15) throwing whatever he can find into his bag. I pull out my gun but he doesn't seem to notice.

"HEY! What's your name?" I yell
He jumps back unprepared for my yell.
I take a few steps closer pointing my gun at his head.
"You gotta group?" He asks ignoring my question.
"I asked you a question" I say getting annoyed.
"I'm Carl Grimes. And you?" He asked as if he's not bothered by the gun at his head.
"Bel-" I say before feeling a horrible pain on the back of my head.

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Sorry it's short, I might update a little later today but here's part one! I hope you enjoy!

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