Delilah Dixon starts off the apocalypse with her two older brothers. Merle and Daryl. Her and her brothers were known as the red-neck trash in the group, but Shane Walsh saw something else in her.
What if Shane Walsh didn't die?
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Delilah slammed the truck door, checking her phone. She had multiple missed calls from both of her brothers. She dialed one of her brother's numbers. He answered almost instantly.
"Hello." She said.
"Where the hell are you?" Daryl quickly asked.
"I just got home." She answered unlocking her front door.
"Merle and I have been trying to get a hold of you." Daryl basically yelled into the phone.
"Yeah, I see that you two have been tying get a hold of me, like come on fourty-three missed calls from both of you." Delilah chuckled.
"Now is not the time for jokes, D. Have you even seen the news?" Daryl said seriously.
"When did I ever watch the news? I live in the middle of almost nowhere. What's going on?" The brunette asked, referring to her house in the woods.
"The virus goin around has gotten worse and everyone's gettin evacuated. It's unexplainable." Daryl explained.
"Just get yer' ass over here." Merle muttered in the background.
"What do you mean it's worse? What's going on?" She asked confused.
"There's no time to talk now. Just meet us at the gas station closest to the highway to Atlanta. Pack your shit and bring weapons." Daryl said before the phone hung up.
"Hello?" Delilah asked in the phone. She noticed the call was dropped and tried again. But the phone lines were down.
"What the hell is going on?" She whispered to herself.
She went to her bedroom and got a backpack that she used for going away with Daryl and Merle. She stuffed clothes and different essentials in it. She opened her closet and got a took out a big black box. She unlocked it with a key and opened it revealing her weapons.
"Thought I'd never see another day to use you again." She talked to herself while picking up her tomahawk out of the box. She put on the sheath for it on and slipped it in the sheath. She took her handgun and put it in the back of her pants. She grabbed her keys and her bag and got in her truck.
She started driving in the direction the gas station was. She started seeing traffic as she got closer.
A long half an hour of sitting in traffic she finally arrived at the gas station. She spotted her brothers over by their motorcycles.
