Yay for writing two stories at once! :D This story will have Walking Dead characters in it, she will meet up with them, blah blah blah. Don't worry, you get to see all your favorites at one point or another.(: I hope you like it. It's a little different from my usual style.

The blade pierced the skin easily as I jumped out of the way, avoiding it's mouth. The moans of more were behind me and closing in.
I grabbed my backpack from off the ground and took off, pulling the pistol from my belt. This was no time to miss a beat. So with my machete in one hand and my pistol in the other I made my way up the stairs and too the roof of the apartment building. I slammed the door closed behind me but took no time to barricade it, I was going to get off this building.
My eyes glanced around the edges of the rooftop before finding the fire escape. Taking one glance down made me quickly rule that out, too many were still in the alley way. So I decided on a stupid, instinctive move. I was choosing which way to run when the door broke behind me.
It was now or never.
I ran as quickly as I could to the edge of the building, threw my gun and machete over to the other rooftop, and jumped.
The rooftops weren't too far apart. Plus, with this building being so much taller than the one next to it, I felt like I had a shot at making it. My hand reached for the edge as I fell, grabbing it at the last second.
"Well, that was close.."
With the strength I had gained from the adrenaline I pulled myself up easily, grabbing my weapons and turning around. Some seemed to comprehend that there was no way over here, but there were a few that just continued to walk right off the edge. A quick laugh escaped me before I searched for another fire escape. This time there were only a few waiting for me at the bottom, nothing my machete couldn't handle. And with a few more slices to the neck or to the waist, I was running out of the city. So much for it being a 'nice, quiet town'.
Being alone didn't bother me too much. I've been making my way east from the Ohio-Pennsylvania border to Maryland, where I hoped to find the few people I was determined to save if I could. We had talked when it first started to happen, stayed in constant contact while we planned out what we could do. We agreed to stay as close to interstate 70 as we could and try to find each other in the middle. It was easier to stay on a highway than people would think. With most of them clearing off into cities to feast, it left the highways open for people who dared walk them.
I've had my share of run ins with other groups of survivors, some asking me to join them, some trying to loot me. Then there were the pigs that banned together, trying to get their hands on any girl they could find.
It was fun shooting them in the knee.
If it wasn't obvious, I'm not much of a people person. They don't mix well with my personality. That's why there were only a few I was going to go after, those were the only few that mattered in my mind.
I was looking at my map and laying in the back seat of a car when I heard them. They weren't moans that I heard though, they were voices. I peaked out the back window to see a small group of survivors. They didn't seem bad, I didn't even see many holding weapons. I decided they'd be okay to talk to, ask if they'd seen any other people on their walk here.
I opened the car door slowly, holding my hands up. I didn't want to scare them away. Or get shot. I wasn't sure if these people knew how to use a gun properly.
"I'm not infected," My voice was loud, blunt, and a bit sarcastic. I couldn't help it. I'd learned people would question if you were turning or not even if they could see you were perfectly healthy. Those people annoyed me.
They seemed startled to see a girl, all alone, climbing out of a car with her clothes covered in dry blood. I hadn't found anywhere to clean myself off yet and I didn't want to waste what was left of my water to bath. It wasn't that important.
I took a clearer look at the group. There was an old woman, three men, a teenage boy and little girl, and two women. The men and boy were holding guns at me, only one seemed to know what he was doing though.
"Oh, put those weapons down," One of the women smacked one of the men in the back of the head. I guessed that they were married.
"Orlean, I know what I'm doing," he turned to look at her, but she only gave him a glare. Then she proceeded to walk over to me.
"It's just a little girl, you can't shoot her. Where are your parents? Are you alone?" As she came closer, I backed away from the car. I didn't want her to think I as going to grab my weapons.
"I'm alone, yes. And I'm 19, I'm not really a little girl anymore."
She cleared the space between us and took my face in her hands, brushing my hair away and rubbing some dirt off of it.
I didn't know how to react to such behavior. Not one person had acted like this with me. I didn't really like it, but she was trying to help, so I had to hold my tongue.
"How'd you make it so far? You have nothing," She took a step back and took my appearance in once again.
"My stuff's in the car," I nodded to the open door to the backseat where my gun and machete lay, my bag in the floor and the map on top of it."
"You've been using those?" I guess I could understand her amazement. Some people were.. Naïve. That's the only word I could think of to describe it. Just because I'm a girl, all alone, doesn't mean I wasn't raised to know how to hold a weapon.
"Yes. I'm quite comfortable holding a gun or a machete. I've trained with a few different types of weapons."
She gave me a look of astonishment before continuing.
"So, which way are you headed? We wouldn't mind you tagging along for a while."
I walked over to the car, feeling it was safe now to get my things, before walking over to her again.
"I'm heading east. You seem to be heading west. So I don't really think me tagging along with your group would get me anywhere. Thanks though."
I was beginning to wipe my machete clean with a towel I had when the rest of the group slowly made their way over.
"Is there anything we can do to help you then?" The old woman spoke up this time.
"I would like to ask a question. Have you seen anyone also heading this way while on your walk here?"
I didn't sound hopeful. I had stopped sounding hopeful after the fourth group I'd asked.
"No, sorry honny."
I sighed, rubbing right above my brow. It was a habit I had, like how some people rubbed the bridge of their nose. I couldn't though, as there was a piercing there.
"Thanks anyways. I should be heading off, as should you. Avoid the town ahead, try your hardest to loop around it. You wouldn't survive with an elderly woman and a little girl."
I began to walk away when the woman yelled a thank you. I held my hand up as to say 'you're welcome' and continued east.
I hadn't covered nearly enough ground today and it was midday already. I needed to find a place to sleep and some form of water.
It was late spring, so it wasn't too hot out but there was some heat. That caused me to sweat after being out in the sun for so long, which caused me to lose water. I didn't like that.
I shifted my bag on my back and began to reload my pistol. I tried to get prepared as I walked, making sure I could be ready if I was surprised. There wasn't much to do though, on a trip so long. It'd been nearly a month now since I began walking. And nearly a month since I lost contact with everyone.
It wasn't like I wasn't used to it anyways. I was a rather distant person. The only people that I cared about lived all the way in Maryland. My mom, little sister, best friend and his parents. My best friend Tyler's father was a military man, and Tyler was beginning to follow in his footsteps when this had happened. I trusted them to keep my family safe.
A sigh escaped my lips before I pulled out my map again.
Today was going to be a long one.