Demon and Division~ Rick Grimes

Chapter 1:

The camp was as organized as it could be, given their current situation. There were no luxeries during a zombie apocalypse.

There were no luxeries, period.

Rebecca Jones didn't know much about luxury anyways, not before the apocalypse, and certainly not now. She lived in a crappy apartment before all of this, and barely scraped by.

Being a mercenary for hire really wasn't a highly paid job as the movies made it out to be.

The only good thing that came out of her career choice, was her survival skills. She knew how to kill, and kill without mercy. She put her own life first, above anyone and everyone else.

Well, except the children. Rebecca would put herself in danger for the children in the camp.

That included Carl and Sofia, whom she enjoyed spending time with, and the other children, who she had little opportunity of interacting with due to their understandably overprotective parents.

Carl was a real sweetheart, with his bright blue eyes and freckled face. He lost his father when it all went down. Rick, she was told his name was. He had been shot before all hell broke loose, and had been in a coma when the virus broke out.

Despite his loss, the little man kept his head held high. Meanwhile, Carl's mother, Lori, was having a real good time with Shane Walsh. He had been Rick's best friend. Personally, Rebecca would never be the kind of woman to drown her sorrows in the arms of her dead husbands best friend, but loss like that can make people do weird things.

Atleast Carl didn't know about their sexcapades.

Then there was Sofia. Little Sofia Pelletier with her useless mother and her drunk and abusive father. Rebecca had no sympathy for a mother that would not protect their own child. Her own mother had been in an abusive relationship, and not having had the strength to fight back was what killed her in the end. Being a victim was always a terrible thing, not within a persons control, but staying that way cenrtainly was.

But Rebecca could understand that, a little anyways. Taking a lot of abuse does make one timid and afraid. And damn, Carol was the most scared and timid woman that Becs had ever met, and she met and killed a whole lot of people.

Sofia was still social though, soft-spoken, but a real darling. She and Carl were inseparable. Best friends. They were truly the highlight of Rebecca's day, or rather the whole damn apocalypse.

Rebecca stood quietly among the campers, her eyes darting over each and every individual in her line of sight. Are they friend or foe? Weak or strong? Survivors or just zombies in the making?

Glenn Rhee was a friend, strong- in his own way, and a survivor. Rebecca wasn't so sure about classifying the Dixon brothers as friends, but they were both strong and hard core survivalists.

T-Dog and Jacqui, friends, but not likely to survive for long. Shane was a survivor, just not a friend, and the only reason that Lori survived and would survive was because of Shane's obsession with her.

Amy and Andrea, survivors, but Amy was too childish and Andrea way too annoying-a know it all, really.

Then there was Dale, sweet old Dale who seems an unlikely survivor, but a definitive friend.

Edd? Foe.

Carol? Weak.

Then there was Morales and his family. They wouldn't last long on their own, real group players, friendly enough, but unlikely to survive.

She knew her ruling was a little harsh on some, but if nothing else, Rebecca was a damn good judge of character.

"We need more supplies." The campers all gathered around Shane as he spoke, a hand on his hip and the other on his hat. He seemed to be really damn fond of his hat. "Glenn, you up for a run into town?"

Glenn, who could never say no when people asked for his help, even if it endangers his life, took a step forward as most of the campers stared at him once he was addressed.

"Yeah, I can do that. Just give me a few minutes to grab my things." He was eager to help, and Rebecca knew that his good little heart will get him killed someday.

Before he could move, however, Shane interrupted him. "Actually, you won't be going alone today, we need a few things, and just you alone won't be able to bring all that we need."

Rebecca could see him visibly deflate when it was revealed that he would not be going alone. In fact, Shane already set up a team to go with him.

Jacqui, who knew the buildings, not a bad choice, but she wasn't a great option when it came to protection. T-Dog, good for having your back, smart move. Morales, good with tools, but not a smart choice for the run. Andrea, who was already way too entitled for her own good, useless for protection, great for zombie bait, so not too bad a choice. And then came the real kicker, Merle Dixon, 100% likely to get them all killed trying to save himself, and would probably succeed.

Rebecca didn't bother to offer her services, already aware that Shane wants her to stick to the camp, protect the children, seeing as their parents are too incompetent to do so themselves. She didn't mind, no heavy lifting required, just kiddie fun.

"Hey bud!" Carl's head perked up from behind his mother, eyes searching for Rebecca. "You wanna help me do some chores?"

"Yeah!" He came running towards her, Lori sending her a grateful look for entertaining her son. "Can we go get Sofia? She's real good at washing things."

Rebecca laughed at that, his comment was so innocent, but so stereotypical at the same time. Carl was a funny kid, and he didn't even realize it. She pushed him towards the pile of dirty laundry near the waters edge, his eyes growing wider the closer they got.

"Sure buddy, we could use all the help we can get."