(Read the first book "Daughter of a Dixon" first!)
Daryl Dixon lost both his brother, and his daughter in the same day. To him, and everyone else, Rick and Sidney were both dead. Rick, gone in an explosion. And Sidney, just disappeared without a tra...
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Six Years Earlier.
I made my escape from the attackers, and by the time I was sure I was safe, the Sun was beginning to rise, and I was exhausted. Not to mention devastated. I was almost certain that Rick had been killed by our attackers, he was too weak to fight and Luanne had been certain that anyone who left the community never returned. Rick was most likely dead, and that weight was on my shoulders, I knew it was. The guilt weighed a ton upon my back, and I had a feeling it always would.
At some point during the morning, I found an enormous tree with a hole dug out underneath, under the roots. Right then, it looked like a wonderful place to lie down and sleep. For precautionary measures, I took some leaves and branches and blocked the entry from the inside, so no one passing could immediately see me.
I curled into a ball in the hole, and it wasn't long before I had passed out from exhaustion.
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"We shouldn't take her... she's weak."
"Careful with your words... she's simply resting, and even the strongest of us all need to rest."
I stirred awake, inhaling before realizing the voices I was hearing were not in my head, and I'd never even heard them before. I gasped, rising up and poking my head out of the hole. The leaves and branches I'd put up as a wall had been torn down, I noticed.
When I poked my head out and looked up, I saw, for one, that it was nighttime again. And for two, there were two strangers standing in front of me. One was a gigantic, beastly man, standing so tall I could hardly see his face. I craned my neck to try, and when I did, I gasped.
His face was one of a walker.
I looked over to the next person, who I was sure was a woman by the voice I heard, and was startled to see her face was also that of a walker's.
"What the Hell, who are you?" I questioned them, rising up out of the hole. I'd never seen anything like these people in my life, and something told me I was lucky to have avoided them. Now, I wasn't so lucky.
