One girl, two sisters, and a famous movie producer. One civil rights project, two months to film, and an abortion clinic. One big snowfall, two cups of coffee, and a crowd of supporters. One voiceless baby murdered since you started reading this.

Bobbi Jo Daryll Otis was what you would call the stereotypical redneck: out in the woods & mountains with her only other neighbors being the Dixons and her sister. Everything was fine before the outbreak, she had a family, a boyfriend, and all the game she could get in the woods, she even got a job in the military as a combat soldier, but one day Z's broke out from the buildings. And being one of the experts with zombies from movies and video games, she killed her as well as almost half of everyone else. Of course she got out of there quick, but now she was alone in the new world of the Walking DEAD.

*In major construction. Do not read unless you do not want to read the ending for a very long time until I get things figured out. Thanks!* I was just a hacker. Your average, seventeen-year-old, very sarcastic hacker. Well, average if you thought average meant living with your fried chicken obsessed uncle after your ex-secret agent parents mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth. Until that day. A simple business card from an odd boy claiming he needed a hacker for something of the utmost importance. Now? I’m working with the son of the director of the FBI to figure out who wants his father—and possibly us—dead. Not to mention not getting caught and totally not falling for him all while still trying to figure out where my parents are. As I said, nothing good could come of this.