Little Dixon

chapter 1

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Violet's POV

Flashback: July 11,  2010

"ogni angelo ha il suo lato diavolo." my mom says as she is putting her coat on. 

Every angel has its devil side.

My mom always says that to me. It basically means that even good people have a bad side. That's what her angel wing tattoos symbolize. I turn around to see her walk out the door and i don't know if I'll ever see my mom again. 

End of flashback

Current Day: January 23, 2015

I hide behind a tree to catch my breath while a herd of walkers follow in my direction. I cannot run much more because I am so tired and hungry but I can't stop now. I throw a rock to the left of me and the walkers go in that direction. I run in the opposite direction so I can look for food and hopefully build a shelter. I take out my gun to check and see how many bullets i have left.

"Great, I only have 6 bullets." I say.

I lay my bag down and rest myself up against a tree and doze off.

Gun shots in the distance startle me and I wake up and keep moving. I hear faint screams and I hear more gun shots so I decide to find out where it's coming from. I come across a boy underneath a walker trying to shoot it and I see a man underneath a walker as well. I pull out my gun and shoot both walkers. The man pushes the walker off of him and so does the boy. They stand up and the man walks over to me.

"Why'd you waste your bullets on us?" The man questions.

"Dad." The boy says, walking over to us.

"I saw that you needed help so I helped you." I say. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"You could've used those bullets to protect yourself." The man says. "I'm Rick. Rick Grimes and this is my son Carl."

"I'm Violet." I say. "Do you have a camp or anything?"

"Yes, we do." Rick answers. "How many of em have you killed?"

"Too many to count." I say.

"How many people have you killed?" Rick asks.

"None." I say.

"Why?" Rick asks.

"Because I have been by myself, surviving for about three years during this apocalypse." I explain.

"You're more than welcome to come join us at the camp." Rick says.

Carl looks at me and I notice his gorgeous blue eyes. He quickly darts his eyes back to the ground.

"Thank you." I say.

I walk back with Rick and Carl back to their camp and there are a bunch of people there. Even a baby.

"She's so cute." I say. "What's her name?"

"Judith. Her name's Judith." Carl says while smiling.

"So you have been alone all these years while the world was like this?" A lady named Carol asks.

"Yeah, pretty much. My mom walked out and disappered on me a while back." I say.

"What about your dad?" Carl asks.

"I've never met him." I say.

I've never met my dad. Whenever i asked my mom about him, she would always change the subject or something.

"So how old are you?" A man named Daryl asks.

"15." I say.

"You're pretty good for someone that young. You've been surviving on your own and you just saved two people." Daryl says.

"Yeah, I guess." I say.

When Daryl turns around, there are angel wings sewed onto his jacket.

"Hey, Daryl? Cool jacket. Where'd you get it?" I ask.

"It was a gift from someone special." He says.

"It reminds me of my mom. She had angel wing tattoos on her arm." I say.

"Really? That's cool." Daryl says.

"Sometimes she was an angel but sometimes she was a devil." I say with a chuckle.

"Well, you know kid, someone would always tell me that every angel has its devil side." Daryl says.

My mom used to say that.

[I know this chapter escalated super quick but I have the story somewhat planned out. I hope you enjoyed! Please comment, vote, and share with people who love the walking dead]