Theory of the end.

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  One day when I was young,before this shit started happening,before I saw my orphanage go up in flames, before I saw people eating each other,I knew it was the end. Even at a young age, I was a survivor. I lived day by day fighting for my life. Often against the people who took me in. They lured me in like the witch from Hansel and Gretel, they ripped the innocence from my soul like the monsters rip the flesh from your bones.
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My name is Katherine. I don't have a last name. I'm 11 years old. I ran into the woods a year ago when my orphanage burned to the ground. I took my only two belongings. My gold locket and my cross bow. I hid my locket in my shirt and ran. I ran as fast as I could into the woods. I knew where to go because of the many times I've ran to it treating it like my own safe haven.
1 year later
Where are you,I growled quietly.For about three hours I have been tracking a deer.My only food in days. And it fucking got away. No way, I found it, drinking from a stream close to some trees. I smiled as I reached back for an arrow out of my backpack I've found weeks ago. It contained one bottle of water, a loaf of bread and a shit ton of weapons. My favorites being a leather holster and two pistols with silencers. I placed the arrow in the bow and loaded it up to shot. A monster ran out of the woods and tackled my prize. I cursed under my breath as I shot the monster. The deer jumped up and shakily started to run. I quickly grabbed the knife out of my boot and threw it. It took down the deer. Then I stepped out of the woods I walked over to the monster, I looked down at him in disgust. I shook my head slowly as pulled my arrow out of his head it was somewhat difficult. "Must be new" I muttered so quietly I could barely hear myself. I heard the deer take its last breath as I leaned down to examine the huge bite in its neck. "Fuck" I whined to myself. I heard rustling, so I pulled out my guns and walked over to the area. Come out or I'll shoot.
Daryls pov
Me and Carl were out hunting when a geek tackled our deer. Daryl, Carl said worriedly. On it I murmur. I got my crossbow and ready to shoot when a arrow already whizzed and got it. Carl looked at my arrow and touched it to make sure it was still there. Well no shit it wasn't me! I whispered. Carl stepped back uneasily and accidentally tripped. " Dumb ass" I whispered but Carl looked to scared to reply. The girls head quickly turned in our direction. She walked over slowly with her guns drawn. When she reached us " Drop your weapons!" I smirked "I ain't gonna git robbed by no 10 year old!" She looked at Carl then back at me. " 11 almost 12" she spat "Excuse me! 11 year old girl." She rolled her eyes she looked kinda cute when she was annoyed. I looked down at Carl, he looked Curious and a lil' red She grabbed my cross bow from my hand. I let her " Is the deer ok?" I asked "No, that THING got to it before me" She said bitterly "I HATE when that happens!" I told her she laughed and slowly gave us back our weapons. She turned around and started walking away right when I was going to tell her to come with us Carl said " Who you with?" She turned around "Huh?" That's when I finally found my voice "Are you in a group?" "No, I'm alone." I decided to tell her to stay with us. As she was walking towards us I said "Then what's a pretty lil' thing like you doing all alone out here?" When she was right in front of me she smiled and said "Surviving" Then all of the sudden she fell forward into my arms. I caught her, lifted her up and she was knocked out. "What's wrong?" Carl asked " I don't know"."But maybe Dale will know. Lets bring her with us."