❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }

"Ain't never had someone properly look out for me." He continued, hands on the wheel. "I don't know how to be... you know... what ya need me to be." "A Dad?" She filled in the space for him. He just kind of nodded. "Yeah. That." "I don't really know how to be looked after." She spoke as well, bringing her feet up onto the seat and crisscrossing them. "So I guess we're both even." -------- Diana is a girl on the run from both the walkers and her past. One day while traveling alone through the woods a certain archer mistakes her for a walker and shoots her. Despite her protests the group tries to get to know her. But Diana wants her past to stay IN the past. All she knows how to do is run. She and Daryl don't like each other until he realizes: she's just like him. Disclaimer: this is FOUND family! They are NOT related by blood.