I roam the woods my bag on my back, gun in it's holster , and knife in my hand. Another knife was sheathed in my boot. I held my knife as a walker came at me. I swiftly killed it and continued. I keep going until I hear voices. I hide behind a tree as I hear they were talking about taking the nearby prison. "I know a way to get in. I'll tell if you let me join your group for a while." I announce and walk out from behind my tree. The leader and his group look shocked guns all pointed at me. I keep my face down. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. No worries sheriff." I say as I see his outfit. He nods and puts his gun down. I wait for the others to do the same. I tell the group my plan. Soon we take action. After we all are in our places Rick, as I have learned his name is, runs in to close the gate. We all shoot or stab nearby walkers. Soon one of the group members shouts. "Light 'em up!" After finally killing them all we take out stuff in and settle. Rick then asks me. "How many walkers you killed?" I look at him slightly. "More than most people." He nods. "How many people?" I growl. "Three." He finally asks. "Why?" I reply with. "First were two men who tried raping me after they beat me and my mom. Then my mom. She was bit. I couldn't let her turn." He nods sadly. Later on, we have a fire going and we are eating a bit of meat. I see Rick checking perimeter again. "Hi, I'm Hershel. This is Beth, Maggie, Glenn, Lori, Carl, and Tyreese or T-dog. " I smile at Hershel. "My name is Celine." He smiles and points at two figures. "Those two are Daryl and Carol." I flinch hearing the first name. "Is he Daryl Dixon by any chance." I ask my southern accent sticking out. "Yes, do you know him." I just look away. After finishing my small meal I drift off to sleep.
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Oblivion
FanfictionIt all started after my 11th birthday. Then, the world turned to shit. I am a girl not many people know of. I am not loved or wanted but, I sure am badass. There is only one last thing to say.My mind is trapped in oblivion.