Her name was Danielle Huff, a girl practically on her own who ditched school to skateboard, write stories, and listen to music. After the apocalypse starts, Danielle is in the wrong place at the wrong time and can't leave. But, because of a certain boy named Chris Manawa, she may not want to leave.

It's been two months since this whole thing started. Two months of fear and pain. Two months of running around, scavenging for food. Two months without a group or weapons, just a pocket knife in my boot. The walkers, they just keep coming and I'm running. Pain seeped through my body as I put pressure on my left ankle. I have to keep going. I thought. I have to.

I looked into the shining blue eyes of the man across me and knew that he was it. The thing I had been searching for my whole life, the thing I needed most. But now that I knew that, it was too late. Cat Hemmings had lost everything, everyone she cared about. She knew that in this world that if you cherished something, it was bound to be taken away. Nothing was secure in this world, everything was temporary. While running away from a group of walkers, Cat stumbles upon a prison, the safest refuge she had seen since the outbreak began. There she meets a group of survivors, their handsome leader and mysterious man named Daryl. The prison soon becomes her home but she soon discovers that the apocalypse isn't her only problem while living there. She is torn between her heart and the men she loves. She must choose between protecting herself, or taking a chance. How can she love in a world where love is fragile and can be taken away in the blink of an eye? Copyright @ree_louise

"Why are you doing this?" I grab his arm before he storms out the house, but he just shakes me off and keeps walking. "Daryl!" I scream before he can step off the tiny porch. He turns abruptly and storms back over to me. "What?! What do ye want from me?!" He screams, the veins in his neck pop out as he breathes hard. "I know you don't like me, but you can't always run away!" I point a finger at his chest and jab him as I say every word. "Like ye? Ye just don't understand!" He turns to walk away again but stops himself and turns back with a pained expression. "Mel, I love ye!" he screams. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Melinda Greene is 32 with straight blonde hair and big blue eyes. On her way out of Atlanta to find her family she runs across Rick. He insist that she come with him but all she wants to do is find her family and fiancé. Can Rick and the group help her find what she wants? Or is it all gonna go down hill and her end up with the one guy she despises? Daryl Dixon Mature content. All rights reserved. I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters or the story line. Poorly written in the beginning, but it gets better as you go.