*warning. This is a flash back, please do not get confused.*
I snuggle my head into my dogs thick, fur coat as I sit with my mom, watching tv. I look up when the channel changes, showing the news. A man looks straight up, almost as he was looking right at me. His arms were shaking.
"Hello. We have just got the news that the apocalypse is among us. There is nothing we can do. Stay safe." And just like that, the screen goes blank. I look over, trembling, to my mom with tears in her eyes.
"We have to go." My mom says, standing up shakily. "Go pack some things." My mom says, walking into the kitchen of our small house. I nod, running upstairs to my bedroom.
I walk into my room as the door creaks, looking around. I realize that I may never be in here again. I grab a backpack from my closet, stuffing lots of clothes in there. I grab socks, shoes, hair elastics, and everything else I need. I'm about to walk out, turning around and walk back to my desk. I open the top drawer, and take out a picture of me, my mom, and my dad-Daryl Dixon. But my mom likes to call him Daryl Dickson. I put the picture carefully in my bag and walk out the door, walking down stairs.
My mom has water bottles, food, clothes, blankets, etc. I help her as we get in the car. She locks the door and we drive away, leaving my home forever.
"Where are we going?" I question.
"I dont know Cady. I dont know." My mom says, stroking my hair.
"Maybe if we can find dad.."
"Don't talk about your dad." My mom interrupts, looking firmly at the road. I nod, looking out the window.
*flashback over*
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Dixons daughter. The walking dead fanfiction
FanfictionCady. I'm 13. Alone. I had a dad. But let's save that for the story. I dont know if I can survive on my own. Can you help me?