You're Dead To Me (Daryl Dixon)
"You have that twinkle in your eye..."
"Yeah, it's kinda irritating." I scoff at him, a sneer on my lips.
"Not as irritating as you, Dixon."
You know, no matter how bad things got, theres always a bright side to something. Well, that's what Angela used to think. Bad situations in life never got the best of her, because in the end it was for the greater good. Things happened for a reason right? There was always something that was worth the suffering. That's what Angela believed, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing that was able to crush that mentality of hers.
Then again, that was before shit hit the fan.
Blood, so much blood which was shed. Its rich color taints the streets, as well as it taints the very soul of a person who's witnessed such horrific events. It's all so much. So much, that, at certain points, time can't erase anything. Angela was one of the lucky ones. The ones that survived. Can you believe it? She was blessed. Her and her little rother, Pat. But, you know...the gift of surviving can be a blessing...and a curse. In a world that has gone chaotic, she and her brother have to fight their way through the dead state of Georgia to find a safe place. A safe place from them. The walkers. The ones that torment their dreams every night. Dreams, and reality. So much blood. So much flesh torn apart. The only thing that keeps Angela sane is the innocence and the love of her little brother. How will Angela take it all in, when at the point where she thought she and her little brother were all alone, she starts noticing sounds of cars, alarms, and gunshots? When she meets Rick Grimes, and Shane Walsh? More importantly...Daryl Dixion?