"There it is again" I said, overhearing the same noise I heard before.
I looked around when I saw a figure standing behind a tree. I started to raise my knife up when a girl with long brown hair jumped from behind the same tree and pointed a gun at me.
She quickly put the gun down when she realised we weren't walkers. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice calmn and clear.
"Im Carl" I responded, "this is my friend Daryl." He waved. "Im y/n" "Are you with anybody?"
I asked. "Nope, I lost my dad the same day I lost my mom" "And when was that?" Daryl asked. "A few weeks ago, I also have 2 sisters that ive been looking for."
I could hear her voice trailing off. "You can come back with us." I quickly said. I looked at Daryl and he nodded. "You guys have a camp?"
"Yeah, it's a prison nearby, its full of survivors, you can make yourself right at home." Daryl explained. "Make myself at home in a prison? This should be interesting" she joked.
We all laughed and started heading towards the prison. "So how old are you?" I asked. "13"
"finally, someone I can hang out with without having to babysit, im 14" I said. "I dont know, I might be the one having to babysit."
She winked and smiled at me. Gosh, her smile was beautiful. Wait, was I falling for a girl I just met 10 minutes ago.
