The Story of Daniella Dixon (Carl Grimes/Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I am not really sure how I will react if I find my dad. I don't know if I will be angry or happy. I don't show my emotion easy. Like I mentioned before, I am an inside person. Most people think I hate them due to my quietness, but truthfully, I just don't know how I should react to things. Especially now... I mean every where I turn I see these disgusting flesh-eating bastards. 

I've killed a large number of them. The most painful one I've had to kill was my mother. She was the only person I had in my life. She may have been an awful person, but it was a hell of a lot better than being alone. She sort of sobered up when the apocalypse began, but she was still a bitch to me. She had her moments though. Our relationship weakened when my dad left. Anyway, talking about her brings terrible flashbacks that I'm not emotionally ready to talk about.

As of right now, I am good on food. I've raided about every store I've passed. And I usually take all of the essentials with me. I mean, I am basically a walking house. I am looking for a car right now. I am not old enough to drive, but I think those laws were thrown out the window. I know how to drive, though. So if I can find a vehicle, that would be fantastic.

I've been following train tracks for the passed few days. I haven't really gotten off of them. I figured if I kept following them, I'd eventually run into a town or city. 

Well, it's getting a bit dark so its about time to settle down for night. I have several biter traps to wake me if something gets close to my tent. 

I dozed off, and got woken up by noises. But when I got up, I heard voices and feet crunching on rocks. I guess they didn't notice my tent because they continued to walk passed me. It was a tall thin woman and a short boy. They looked like they didn't have a group. I quickly went in my tent to grab my bow, and then I called to them.

"Hey! Excuse me?" I said.

Both of their heads turned towards me. I ran out my tent to run towards them, when I ran to them, the woman pulled a gun on me. 

I put my hands in the air. "Please, I don't mean any harm." I slowly put my bow on the ground and put my pocket knife down next to it. 

The woman slowly put her gun down. "My name is Daniella. I am alone," I said.

"I'm Christina, this is Zack. How old are you?" said the woman that looked no older than 40.

"14," I said.

"And you're ALONE?" she surprisingly asked.

"Yeah, I've been alone for the past year and a half. Do ya'll have a group?" I asked.

They looked at each other. "We did," Christina said. 

"Did? Well, what happened?" I asked. 

"They were all bit, we got overrun. There were a few other survivors, but we all went our separate ways." She said. 

"Where were y'all?" I asked.

"A prison...," Christina answered. "We've been through so much these past two years," she added.

I lightly nodded and gave a small smile.

"You look like someone I know, I just can't pin point the person," she said. 

I looked at her with a confused face. 

She shrugged her shoulders and Zack, who was no older than 7, asked me if I had food. 

I looked down at him and didn't answer. Christina nudged him: "Stop being rude, Zack."

"Wait here," I said before running to my tent. I grabbed a bag of chips and ran over to them to hand the bag over to them. 

"Thanks," Zack said. I looked at him. 

"You don't talk much, do you?" Christina asked.

I shook my head and said: "Only if it benefits me..." 

Christina chuckled under her breathe: "Don't we all?"

The more Christina talked to me, the less I liked her. I realized at this point that I just wanted to be with my dad or no one at all. I asked where she was headed.

"Anywhere we run into with civilization," she answered.

"Well, I think you should get going," I said, knowing that there was nothing in the direction she was headed.

"Excuse me, you're the one who stopped us," she said in a cocky tone. 

She began walking the direction I had come from. I went into my tent and dozed off. By the time I looked at my watch, it was 6 in the morning. I woke up in a bad mood. There was something about that lady and boy that really just pissed me off. I picked all my stuff up and packed it and began walking. When I was on the tracked a biter came out of the woods and followed me. I continued walking, but the noises it was making just aggravated me. 

I turned around and walked towards it, I grabbed my pocket knife out of my shoe on my hastily walk over to it. I opened my pocket knife and stabbed it through its eye. 

I heard a somewhat far away voice behind me say: "Wow, don't want to piss you off."