Mine

1

Growing up in your house wasn’t great. You had to take care of yourself, your parents didn’t care what happened to you. It wasn’t too bad, your best friend was Daryl Dixon. Everyone on the block and the school was scared of him, you can understand why. His brother is Merle Dixon, juvie, jail, ex-military, and drug dealer. Nobody wanted to be apart of that, but you took a chance and was accepted easily by the brothers. 

You both have similar parents, their dad was worse. At least to you, they think the opposite. 

But as you got older, your feelings for Daryl shifted from friends- to more. You told him and he told you back. During your senior year of highschool you were a couple. By the time graduation came you both saved up to get your own apartment, Merle was also gonna be living with you since he had nowhere to go. You ended up going to college with a full scholarship. Daryl got a job as a mechanic, and Merle just did his own thing. 

Merle needed Daryl to help him with something that was out of town, you told him that you would be fine. 

Boy were you wrong. A virus had spread, the dead came to life and started to infect people. Lucky for you Merle and Daryl taught you how to defend yourself and to hunt. You have your own axe and knife, which you carry around for protection. You left the apartment building as best as you could, packing everything that you needed. You left a note just in case they came back on the door, but they were probably already in Atlanta which was where you're going. 

But you never made it. Driving down the road, which was packed with traffic, you were hit. It ran you off the road, your car went tumbling down the small hill. You instantly black out once your head hits the steering wheel. 

When you had come, you hanged upside down. Every part of your body was hurting, you didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, but you knew you needed to leave. Your body hitted the ceiling once you unbuckled. You grabbed your bag and axe, kicking the window open, you crawled out. 

You walked as far as you could before you ended up falling down. You sat up against a tree, checking your injuries. You pulled out the first aid you brought with and started with your leg, you knew you were gonna be limping for a bit. Glass pierced your stomach, quickly you pulled it out, even if it hurted. You disinfected it before pulling out a needle and thread, you bit down on a stick and started to get to work. You had done this plenty of times to yourself and Daryl. Either way it was hell. You drank some water as you finished up, you had a cut on your head, but you couldn’t see it so you didn’t do anything but hold a rag to it. You feel your eyes getting heavy, you can't keep them open. The last thing you thought about was Daryl and wondering how he was.