The start

Life is different when you think that all you ever get to do is be born, educated, work and die. It's a cycle that never ends if you are a religious person. You think that reincarnation is true. That maybe there is no after life. I believe we all die there's no afterlife. I respect everybody else's religion but they will not change my opinion or my thoughts on life.

"Hey Harley girl! Were moving."

"Alright." I hop off of the large rock as we start our walk along the road.

I normally don't do well with groups. I usually stick with my sisters. That's how it started. My mother left when my youngest sister was born. And my father was a drunk abusive asshole. He died before the start of this nightmare. It didn't bother me any because I was used to the abuse. My older brother Shane left us awhile ago. He joined the police academy to be a sheriff. Once the thing hit, me and my two sisters tried to survive this world. My older sister Skylar she used to be military. She taught me everything of the inside of a gun to the outside of the gun. She taught me how to fight combat and work on my knife skills. Always loved the sharpness of a blade driving into something. My youngest sister is the sharp shooter. She can shoot a can of beans from 400 yards away. Want to know something? She's 15 years old to this day. I call her my little jay bird. But really her name is Jay. My name is Harley. Yes, just like the motorcycle.

I lost my older sister to a group of men that captured us. Jay hid in the cabin not too far from us. Skylar and I were on a hunting trip to find food. It was a group of 13 men they captured us and raped my sister. Walkers over run the camp as they fed my sister to them. They laughed and thought it was humorous for her to scream. After the night I snuck out of my chains because they never fed me. So I was all bones. I hid all of their weapons they're knives, they're guns and anything they can get their hands on. I snuck back into my chains and that morning I killed all of them. I didn't regret it. Although their leader did escape. I left and found Jay as we continued our survival. I lost her on a run. Walkers were everywhere and I lost her. She's a smart girl so she can't be dead. I tried looking for her. Everywhere. I looked in houses empty grocery stores drugstores everywhere. And I couldn't find her.

I ran into this group of men they called themselves the claimers. They told me I could be a part of their group as long as I follow the rules. Tell the truth and if you claim something it's yours. If you don't say claim and someone else has claimed its theirs. I had to adjust to the rules because I wasn't used to them. Almost got myself killed because I didn't say claim to my own food. I hated these men. They were sexist. Always cracking a joke here and there about how women can't survive as long as men can in this world. I've proven them wrong each time a walker enters our area. I take it out with a smile on my face. They call me Harley girl since there is a guy named Harley too. Sometimes they call him Davidson.

"Look at this!" One of the guys exclaimed as we look ahead of the road and see some figures sitting in the road. Obviously it wasn't a walker because if it was it would have came after us. Or at least crawled if it didn't walk. We got closer to the figure as it was sitting there. It was a person a raggedy man who looked empty. The group surrounds him.

"Well, lookit here." Joe kicks the guys foot. I pay attention to the Walkers coming toward us. I get my knife and start stabbing them in the head clearing the area.

"Damn it, hold up!" I turn around facing the guys. Joe was on the ground as the guy was standing up holding his crossbow. I finish off the walkers as I face the group.

"I'm claiming the vest. I like them wings." Len says as he raises his bow.

"Leave him be Len." I wipe my knife off.

"What, you sticking up for the weak now?" Len scoffs.

"He ain't weak. Dangerous maybe. He looks strong." I shove my knife into my belt strap. The guy cuts his eye to me.

"Hold up." Joe laughs as he looks at the blood from his nose.

"Joe give him a chance." I look at him. I'm tired of killing and stealing. I wasn't the one killing. Joe and the rest of the group did the killing as I took part in stealing. I will admit to that. Joe studies me as he looks back at the guy.

"A bowman. I respect that. See, a man with a rifle, he could have been some kind of photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But a bowman's a bowman through and through. What you got there, I'll be donkey-licked if that don't fire at least 300 feet per second. I've been looking for a weapon like that. Of course, I'd want one with a bit more ammo and minus the oblongata stains." Joe says.

"Get yourself in some trouble, partner?" Len laughs. Joe stands up as the bow was a few inches away from his face.

"You pull that trigger, these boys and girl are gonna drop you several times over. That what you want? Come on, fella, suicide is stupid. Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?" Joe smiles.

"Name's Joe." The guy drops the bow as he looks at Joe.

"Daryl." The guy says. Joe walks up to me as his hand snatches my face.

"Your responsible for him got it? He breaks one of the rules you're going to get the same punishment back. Your the one that wants give him a chance. Clear?" I could feel his nails digging into my jaw.

"Crystal." I pull back.

"Lets start back up." Joe twirls his finger in the air as we continue walking.

"First things first." I trail behind the group with the new guy.

"Joe is the leader. The one you happened to punch in the face. Tony is the guy that looks foreign. Len is the one with the compound bow. Dan is the larger man. Guy Harley or you can call Davidson has the short hair. Billy is the one with the hat. Lastly our newest guy to the group is Andy."

"What about you?" He asked.

"My name is Harley too. But they always call me Harley girl or girl Harley."

"Daryl." He says.

"Coolio." I say as we keep walking.