Young God | Daryl Dixon |

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Her feet hit the ground like bombs, she felt exhausted and she could barely sleep last night. She has killed people in cold blood. What would her leader say? He'd understand right? She was lost in her own mind not even realizing how close terminus was.

She turned into the woods and ran closer. She ran up a steep hill and spotted a fence at the very top.

Terminus. She thought, she scooped it out and heard a bunch of gun shots. Alert, she ran as she thought the shots were at her. She waited and heard yelling.

She heard something about an archer and the samurai, she knew. "My Son!" She heard her leader. "Go kid" that's all she needed to hear before she went into defense mode. She blacks out and gets violent when she's angry. It scared everyone around her at times.

She pulled out her assault rifle and ran up to a tree next to the fence, she needed cover but she also wanted them to know they were under attack. "You son of a bitch." She whispered as she saw little Carl walk towards a train car. "They must be in there" she thought. She pointed her gun and aimed at a guy next to the one who seemed in charge. She wouldn't kill him, she couldn't just yet.

She takes a deep breath. She knew after this shot, she needed to run faster than she ever could and sneak in. She looked around and found a small cut through into a building about 20 yards away. That's the way, her way.

She turned her attention to the man and pulled the trigger. His body went still and he dropped. Everyone went silent and alert. She didn't look back and ran. The fence has cut her arm and scratched her face just a little bit.

She snuck in through the side or the building and pulled out her machete from her pants. Some women's back was faced towards her, talking to someone in private. They seemed to be arguing. "Shut up" She whispered, her patients allow and her temper high, she slices into the girls skull, quickly pulls out her machete and mimicked her actions to the guy who was more shocked than ever. These people were going to use her family as their next meal. No mercy is all she thought. It's either them, or you.

She ran through the building full of candles, she didn't give a second glance to anything, she didn't care.

She walked out of her building she was in, someone grabbed her shoulder. She went to cut their head off but they ducked.

"Woah woah woah, calm down hot stuff. You're okay." A guy cooed her, she looked at him confused. "My names Gareth, and we can help you."

She only nodded. She needed to play her cards right, this is the guy who was standing next to the person she shot.

He guided her towards the main entrance. She was offered a plate of mystery meat and her face fell. Was she too late? Was Daryl with them? Did they already kill him? What about Carl? Judith? Her mind was racing. She looked around. A man was wearing a poncho that looked all too familiar. A man next to her had Michonne's samurai and the prison riot gear, something was so wrong. What really tipped her off, made her blood boil and cause her to go into defense mode again, Daryl's crossbow in someone else's hand, trying to figure out how to use it, she knew it was his. Who else uses a cross now during a zombie apocalypse?

She picked up a piece of meat, in one swift motion, she dropped the plate, grabbed the guy next to her, put him in a choke hold and shoved the meat down his throat, pushing it so far down he started choking. She had a multiple guns aimed at her now.

"WHERE ARE MY PEOPLE!?!" She screamed. She dropped the man, and looked gareth in the eyes, yet gareth wasn't looking at her, he stared at the man she killed without thinking twice about it, he thought he fell inlove with her right then in there. She gave him a death glare and spoke again. "where are my people you sick fuck." She snapped through her gritted teeth, her voice so deep and raspy it scared half the people at the main entrance.

"Listen hot stuff" Gareth started but was interrupted. She pointed her assault rifle in his face, not even .2 centimeters away from his face. "Don't call me that you disgusting piece of shit, ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION!"

"I'll show you them." He said. She stared at him. "NOW!" He yelled. Gun shots started again but none of them hit her. She stayed still knowing they wanted to heard her like a sheep.

"How good is his aim?" She mumbles and motioned towards the closest snipper. "I'd say pretty good." Gareth smirked and moved away. Just as he moved, she shot the snipper right in the eye. "Mines better." She said before running towards the train car she saw in the beginning.

She saw it in her view but was stopped. Gareth appeared far away but not far enough. "What's you're name." She shrugged. "Don't make me kill you."

"You want to kill me? DO IT." She tested. He just smiled and shook his head. "You're stubborn." He called out. "And you're a ugly piece of shit who eats people" she yells. Little did she know, the train car right next to her held Daryl, and he knew exactly who she was, not by her smart remarks but by her voice and how she holds herself. She was fearless and he didn't know it yet but he loved it. He loved her. The first time they met, she wasn't scared. She never was.

Lia started out alone. Her dad died and so did her mom. Her brother was somewhere but she never found out. She was walking through the woulds, she got from California to Georgia with a car, scavenging for gas and food but made it. Until walkers took out her van and caused her to walk on foot. She cut through the woods, a safer way to get to the city. Little did she know she was close to a camp site filled with people, she was in a hunting area.

She was thrown up agains a tree by her neck and was held there. It was a guy, he looked familiar but no more than some redneck hillbilly. She smiled and grabbed onto his hands. He was somewhat choking her but also checking her out, trying to figure out who she was or wants. "He's handsome. He's a fighter, another survivor" She thought to herself. "Are you going to fuck me or kill me?" She smirked at him. He sighed angrily and got closer to her face. "Neither." He whispered. She felt sad but glad she's not dead. "Damn it, it would've been nice." She said, he let her go. "Well, I'll leave now I guess, just go back to where I came from." She chuckled ready to head back, not really wanting to find out who he's with and who is further deep in the woods. "Wait" He said.

He remembers that like it was yesterday. The train car door opening caught his attention and a small brown girl was thrown inside. She scrambled up and stood up, they took her machete and assault rifle but for some reason left her the bag. She was confused. She remembered she only had clothes in there, it didn't cross her mind of the small pocket knife hidden in there. She stood up straighter and tried to get her eyes to adjust to the lighting change. She let out a small breath and smiled a little.

"Ophelia?" Someone breathes out towards her. She turned around and her smile getting bigger and bigger.

"Rick." She said.