" STOP !" I hear a familiar voice cry out . I turn around from mike and his whip . My back stings from the cold and from the newly open wounds . " willow ?" Carl's voice rings in my head I can't stop hearing it I must be crazy. "'WILLOW !" Im relieve that I'm not crazy because Carl is now hugging my naked chest getting blood on his shirt . " I missed you " he says putting his jacket on me . Metanoia (n.)the journey of changing ones mind ,heart ,self. Or way of life . Willow isnt a regular 15 yr old . She has no parents ( foster). She isn't popular. More to herself kind if person . She has had the same routine for years now . But things change in over a week or so . People get sick . They die ; but their not dead .

The majority of the characters belong to AMC's The Walking Dead. This was based and inspired by The Walking Dead TV show. The story is set in Season 3, after Hershel's farm is overrun (So if you haven't got that far please do not read to avoid spoilers about who's alive or not). After that, the story swerves off in a different direction and the rest of the events belong to me. Alone in an apocalypse, Yasmine has to survive, at least she'd found the most friendly mode of transport, her horse Starstruck. How will she live through rabid zombie monsters? To different people they are named different things: geeks, biters, creepers, walkers or just 'The Infected'. They are brain dead and they want meat, check it out :) **This story was written by me, an Aussie girl and is set in America so if I get something wrong about the schools, politics or places or whatever, be kind coz I don't know what I'm talking about :) I will also be using Australian spelling*

My father told me a lot about my childhood. 15 years ago, when I wasn't even a year old, the world changed. The walkers, the... just everything. But they made it to Alexandria and that's our home now. It's perfect. Carl says it's just how it was before. I'm lucky I have a normal life and i don't have to go through all that. "Judith, " my dad says, "have fun at school." Carl turns around from the kitchen chair, "You're lucky you go to school. I spent everyday reloading guns and thinking about what to eat in the middle of a forest surrounded by walkers. They don't exist anymore. It's fine. You're safe." my 27 year old brother says. I wonder how it was before... __________________________

^ you read the title