Carl's POV:
Me, Daryl, Hershel,Glenn, and Dad are all at our new home. A fresh start since the prison. It's a huge house. Everyone gets their own room again. And for once the girls volunteered to go on a run. Not that they don't help out, I mean, they're sure good at cooking and cleaning. But today is different. We're relaxing. I never thought I would say that again since the world turned to hell. Daryl's messing around with a pack of darts we found, Hershel's adding some supplies we found to his first aid kit, Glenn's playing on his guitar, and Dad's falling asleep on the couch to the music. And me. I sit in front of the window on a chair. I have my legs kicked up on the table and I lean back holding my head with my arms. I'm real tired. My eyes are about to close.
But I guess our five minutes of "relaxation" are over. I can hear the faint sound of Maggie screaming for Glenn.
"Dad..." I say turning around. "They're in trouble. Again."
"Alright." He sighs. "Daryl. Glenn, let's go." He yells into the next room.
"Those damn girls again?" Daryl says angrily.
"Yup." I say back.
"Hershel, stay here." My dad starts. "We'll send Beth and Maggie back here with Carl. Get your bag packed incase we have to leave."
"It figures," Glenn says, "the one time we actually get to rest." Daryl slams down his box of darts and Glenn sets down his guitar. Dad heads upstairs to get our knifes, guns, and Daryl's bow. I pack what little is left out of my bag. I've had it packed for awhile since I knew we would have to move again. I grab my bag along with Beth's and head downstairs. Glenn gets his and Maggie's bag and my dad grabs his and Michonne's. Daryl is surprisingly nice enough to get his AND Hershel's bags. We head to the back of the house to throw all the bags into the trunks.
"Start the cars and get all the food you can!" Dad yells to Hershel as he starts running.When everything's situated we run out the door and disappear into the woods.
"You shoot, or you run." My Dad says in the middle of the woods. We're running real fast and he's out of breath. "Got it?"
Everyone agrees as we get closer and closer to the screaming and shouting.
Evelyn's POV:
I'm sitting on the edge of a brick building. Staring down into the alley where some walkers find their lunch. A man and his daughter I think. They're sitting behind the dumpster, backs pressed against the wall, hoping and praying they won't be found. But too late. Their shrieks echo through the dull city.
"I cant help them anyways," I say into the openness. "Why risk my life on two people... Can't trust them either... Can't trust anyone." I sigh.
"What am I supposed to do now? Lay a foot on the ground and I'll be captured or eaten alive." I hear a different scream in return. "Just a girl... More lunch meat for the walkers."
"Daryl!" The girl cries for help.
"Beth!" A man calls.
A bunch of names are shouted, screams are heard, and shrieks are fired.
"A group," I say in excitement. "Something worth fighting for..." I grin as I hop onto the ground.
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Novela JuvenilA Walking Dead Fan-Fiction By Alyssa Marquez I added my own character named Evelyn to TWD. She doesn't know it yet but her and Carl become the best of friends. Will they be more than friends? What happens between Evelyn and the rest of...
