Daughter Of A Hunter (Walking Dead Carl Grimes)

Daddy...!

Vexy's POV:

My legs ached. My throat was dry. My stomach made odd growling noises. I was starving. After the apocalypse started food was scarce. I had been walking for a good hour or so when I stumbled onto a small camp. I don't remember it being here last time. It looked like no one was there so I decided to sneak through and get a little bit of food. I looked around and Snuck into the large van. It looked empty but then I spotted a granola bar on the table. My stomach grumbled in pleasure as I unwrapped and devoured it. Suddenly I heard faint talking. Shit! I know. My language is atrocious. I hid in the bathroom as a thick southern accent entered the room. "I'm not crazy! I saw the little theif walk in here." the accent told me he used to live down south. My family lived down south. Well used to. My dad abandoned us and my mom killed herself. It was just
Me and lexi until..I jumped as the door to the bathroom swung open and a crossbow was pointed at my forehead. I stared at the man. He looked an awful lot like my father. I studied him then gasped. He was wearing the exact same thing my dad wore when he left. He looks so much like him..maybe. No he left. The man was still staring at me until I decided to talk. "you gonna get that thing outta ma face or what" my thick accent laced the words smoothly. He slowly lowered the crossbow. I dusted my self off and started to walk towards the exit. He still stood there stunned. What he said next broke my heart. "where's lexi?"