Daryl Dixons Sister

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I woke up in the woods. Crap. I heard moaning all around me. Walkers. This is crazy the world is ending and only my twin Kristen and I are alive. I yawned. " Kristen, Kristen, KRISTEN" she's gone. Walkers started chasing me. I ran into one. I grabbed my knife. " Woah" I heard a voice say. A very familiar voice. Daryl. How could this happen. He looked at me then it must have registered. I scurried off. " Kristen" I saw her a walker was behind her. I grabbed my knife and slammed it into the walkers brain. It dropped slowly. " Hanna" she said. We hugged. Daryl came up behind us. " You guys are crazy." " Is dad alive" Kris blurted out. She covered her mouth. I gave her the glare. She bit her lip. He looked at us. I can swear there was a look of sorrow on his face for a split second. " Nope" he said. Kristen and I stared at eachother. I remember all those times Dad would slap me punch me and hit me. Daryl is 8 years older then Kris and I. " I thought you two were dead." He said. " You gave up Daryl you left me" I said. I realized that I probably shouldn't have said that. " Where's Merle" Kris asked. " At camp" He said gruffly. I stared at him. " You two are coming with me." he said. We followed him in silence. When we made to the clearing where his deer was, there was a deceased walker. Daryl shot it. Kris and I followed him to camp. " Where's Merle" He asked. "He's handcuffed to the roof of a building in Atlanta." Daryl went all, um, Daryl on the man. "Daryl stop it" I said. " Merle's probably still there." He stopped but, sent death glares at the man. "I'm going to go get him today" the man said. Daryl nodded. " I'm going to." Kris stared at him. Merle went to juvenile detention a lot when I was a kid. He would teach Daryl everything he knew. They also took all their anger out on Me. Not Kris not eachother me. Hanna Dixon. While Kris loved them, I hated there guts. " I hope he's dead" I mumbled. Daryl didn't hear. " I'm going too" Kris said. I rolled my eyes.   "No" Daryl said. I stared at Kris " Hanna's coming also." I shook my head "I don't know what she's talking about." I said. " Fine" Daryl said. Is he doing this just to make me mad. " Hanna you can stay." "Yes" Everyone stared at me. I rolled my eyes.

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" Bye Kris, Daryl" I said. He looked at me. He knows why I hate him. He used to be so nice to Kris then he would look at me put her down come over swear at me and kick me. The last time I saw him I almost drowned because Dad shoved me under water. I would've died that day if, I didn't have a knife with me I stopped his foot and swam to the top. Daryl was there watching. Kris was gone, Merle jail. He just stood there watching. I didn't know he hated me that much. I ran away from that place. Daryl looked at me now. This time with sorrow. I turned my head and walked away. I heard him grumble something. Kris looked from me to him. " Hi" someone behind me said. " I'm Amy" " I'm Hanna" I said. " Your Daryl's sister right" she said " Mmmhm" I answered.

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I saw Ed, Carols husband, telling off the girls doing the laundry. I saw him slap Carol. My jaw dropped. Shane beat him up. He mumbled something's and walk away. Carol burst into tears. I furrowed my eyebrows. Didn't he just hit her. Carl and I looked at each other. After the incident I left to change. Amy helped me set up a tent. I changed into an outfit that was in my backpack. A black shirt, a leather jacket, dark jeggings, and black combat boots. I put my hair in a high ponytail. Just cause it's the end of the world does not mean I can't look good. I heard a moaning noise. My eyes widened. Walkers, at camp. I walked out of the tent. I forgot a knife. Crap. A walker came up to me I kicked it someone passed me a knife. I stuck it into its temple. Then one came up behind me. I tensed up. I felt pressure on my back. Is this the end. The pressure loosened a little bit. I turned around. Daryl was there with a knife in his hand. I tried my best not to cry. I did anyway. Daryl hugged me. This is the first time he's been nice to me. All the Zombies were dead. So were some people too.

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