When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 2 - Troubled

The new group watched as the extraordinary girl stormed through the gates of their newfound community. Her ripped flannel shirt hung loose around her waist, tied neatly at the front just above her dirtied blue jeans. The dark vest top she worse struggled to hide the traces of dirt and blood, despite its natural grey color. Still, she had managed to make herself look somewhat presentable and subtly pretty behind the darkness that her eyes displayed. Her jet black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, disallowing anyone easy access to use it as an advantage in battle.

Rick watched her, slightly confused as his eyebrows pulled together and he corrected his stance, careful not to drop the small baby that he held calmly in his arms. He didn't take his eyes away from the raven haired girl; even as she angrily kicked the rubbish bin away from the steps of her house, grunted in response and slammed her door shut in annoyance.

"Who's that?" he questioned.

Deanna sighed and she turned and stared at where the young girl had been. "That's Louise Wainwright. She arrived here about six months ago with her brother. She's...troubled"

The leader frowned as the sound of glass breaking from inside the house rang out across the grounds of the town.

"Ye', sounds like it" Daryl stated as he threw his newly caught dead animal on the ground in front him. He, himself, also chose a bow as his weapon of choice - although his was slightly more modern and in the form of a cross bow rather than a singular bow and arrow. Still, it was interesting to find someone else who would choose that over a gun.

Past the closing fences behind them, short growls echoed through the swaying branches of the trees as a decaying body slowly made its way forwards. Rick adjusted the position of his quiet daughter before turning towards his group and nodding towards a slender woman situated at the back of their group.

"Sasha" he called, shortly before she raised her pistol, aimed carefully at the 'walker' and pulled the trigger, allowing the suppressed gun to release a bullet from its chamber quietly and take out of the rotting corpse. Rick smirked approvingly at the female before turning and walking away confidently. "Good thing we're here"

Louise slammed her hands down on her kitchen counter before running them through her slightly tangled hair in an attempt to calm herself down. A weapon was all she needed to defend herself - even a bat would do - and yet, whilst she was confined in these walls, she had no way to take out any of the living dead if they somehow penetrated the fences. One 'walker' was all it would take to end a life, 'natural causes' just didn't seem plausible anymore but she was constantly denied the opportunity to protect herself.

She knew deep down that she should leave, that she should pack up her bags and run for the hills - she was probably better off alone - but something always stopped her from going. The idea of being by herself, however appealing, was also incredibly daunting; it was one thing to survive on your own but to live countless days by yourself in a world full of walking corpses would surely send her mad. Alexandria was the logical choice...even if it meant playing along with their fantasies.