The Winged Angel

Chapter One

Introduction:

Wandering. That's all I've been doing nowadays. I try my best to keep ahead of the herd, staying away from big cities.

My number one rule is staying alone, this makes it easier and I don't need to debate with anyone about anything. Either way, they would likely slow me down.

Although I wasn't always on my own, that all changed when I woke up to find my younger brother and father missing. 

When the outbreak started, we were in a town close to Atlanta. But when the bombings started that all changed. The loud booms caused more and more herds to come closer. Soon every corner had those dreadful dead walking about. 

Once my father and younger brother, Max went missing I began to wonder. Staying in one place for too long became dangerous. Not only were the dead dangerous but those we used to have friendly conversations with became more deadly. 

Luckily being alone has always been something I was comfortable with. There was nobody to yell at you for your horrible habits. There was no awkward silence or need to make small talk.

But, everything changed when I was camping in the woods.

The woods have always felt like a haven to me. The smell of pine trees, small animals running about, and something about the fresh smell of a stream always had a grip on me.  

It was complete and utter bliss in the new world of The Walking Dead.

When I was younger I would disappear from my chaotic household to the comfort of the dark woods. It was almost impossible to be found there.

So, I did what I felt would be the best thing in the new world... Hide in the woods. 

A few weeks after I set up camp in the woods that I thought I was alone in; I stumbled upon two brothers, Daryl and Merle Dixon. 

Both of them are headstrong with one louder than the other.

Daryl had his crossbow and belt loops full of dead squirrels with Merle holding a smirk.

Merle tried his best to wow me with his pet names and whistles. Of course, I smirked at this interaction while trying my best to hold in a laugh with one eyebrow raised. That memory felt like months ago but it has been a week since that interaction.

Merle was the one introducing me to the group with a wide smile. I felt like a piece of meat that they had brought back from the woods. 

Of course, I enjoyed meeting the group and exchanging handshakes. But that didn't change the fact the whole group was on edge about me. 

In their eyes, the Dixons were outcasts, rejects. In their eyes, I was one of them. An outsider, outcast, reject. And I took the role they gave me happily. 

And that leaves us to today. No salvation. No government. No trust.

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Daryl and Merle offered their tent to me since I didn't click with anyone. It takes time to trust strangers.

Sharing the tent with the Dixons has caused us to get closer than I would have ever thought. 

I knew things that nobody else knew. They knew things about me that nobody else knew. And we want to keep it that way.

I told them how my mother died while she was in labor with Max; my younger brother.

When she passed away we started moving around a lot. We no longer had a home. Our father was banished into 'the pits of hell' after the townspeople saw how much of a fool he was.