DESCRIPTION OF CHEROKEE
NAME: Cherokee Rose Dixon
AGE: 9 years old
LOOK/PERSONALITY: dirty blond hair big brown eyes she's sassy brave smart shy around new people
WEAPON OF CHOICE: a purple and silver katana above the blade is a ninja star design
NICKNAME: little redneck flower
FATHER: Daryl Dixon
(Cherokee) hello my name is Cherokee Rose Dixon. I am 9 years old. I miss my daddy; I haven't seen him in 3 years. I was 6 when I lost him. I was at school when it all started
*FLASHBACK*
I was sitting in my seat next to the window looking outside. When I heard a blood curdling scream. All of a sudden the door started getting banged on and the teacher opened it and someone walked in looking sickly ill and was bleeding out of his neck and the teacher went to help them and they attacked the teacher biting in to her neck she screamed a spine tingling screamed. more people walked in and started attacking the kids I climbed through the window and ran home to see my daddy gone along with his blue rusted truck and uncle merle gone I ran up to my room and got my backpack and put my cloths in it I went to see if there was any food left and in my luck there was a box of lucky charms and pop tarts I grabbed them and put them in my bag. Then I went to the cabinet to see 4 bottles of water.
*FLASHBACK END*
Running that's all I think about. I start hearing voices. I follow them I see 2 guys and a teenager. I climb a tree so I can watch them. The teenager looks no older than 6 years older than me. He has brown shaggy hair and crystal blue eyes. Then a guy who looks like an older version of the teenager. Only he has brown mixed with gray hair and facial hair. And a guy that has a shaved head he scares me. I start hearing the branch I'm sitting on cracking. I shift my weight hoping it'd stop it did. All of a sudden CRACK the branch breaks and I hit the ground with a THUD. I land on my back my breath getting knocked out of me. I hear a bullet inter the chamber. I look up and sees the 2 guys and the teenager pointing guns at me.
(???) Who are you?
(Cherokee) * looks at them with fear* I-I'm Ch-Cherokee Rose. Please don't hurt me.
(???) We're not going to hurt you * puts the guns down * I'm Rick and this is my son Carl *points to the teenager* and this is Shane *points to the guy with the shaved head
(Cherokee) *slowly gets up and whimpers in pain from the impact of the fall*
(Carl) Why were you up in that tree?
(Cherokee) You guys have guns, and I thought you would hurt me, and guns are generally faster than a katana.
(Rick) How old are you? Are you all by your self?
(Cherokee) I'm 9 years old and n-no I don't have a group.
(Rick) Do you want to come with us? We have a group.
(Cherokee) * thinks to herself maybe they can protect me from them * s-sure
(Rick) I have some questions to ask you. if thats okay.
(Cherokee) Y-yeah. Sure
(Carl) *smiles at Cherokee* How many walkers have you killed?
(Cherokee) W-what's a walker?
(Shane) The dead people.
(Cherokee) Oh. I call them bitters.
(Shane) How many have you killed?
(Cherokee) Too many to count.
(Rick) How many people have you killed?
(Cherokee) *looks scared * Uh I uh, I killed one.
(Carl) * looks shocked * Why?
(Cherokee) He tried hurting my friend, *whispers* like he hurt me.
(Shane) Who is he?
(Cherokee) I don't know.
