My name is Melanie Black. I'm nineteen years old and I'm all alone ever since the apocalypse hit. My parents turned and my sister died of cancer when I was a little girl. Its been eight months since people started to get infected. I've survived in cars and sleeping in trees. I possibly have more death on my hands than anybody. I need to find survivors, I've been walking ever since I heard that alarm. I felt weak but I kept going. I promised myself I would make it to others. I could hear a motorcycle in the distance. It started getting closer but I already collapsed. Everything was going black and all I could see was a tall figure walking towards me not knowing if it was a walker or not. I awoke in a bright colored bedroom that seemed to be located on a farm. I felt my pockets and my weapons were gone. I jumped up but muscular arms pushed me back. I looked up to see the most good looking guy I have ever seen in my life. "What's yer name kid?"I didn't answer, I didn't completely trust him yet. "Cat got yer tongue?" I loved his southern accent and I didn't even know who he was. I decided to speak up. "My name is Melanie, who are you?" "My names Daryl Dixon nd thats all ya need ta know bout me." He had a serious tone in his voice and he must have thought that he was scaring me. He pushed food towards me. "Eat! My group got a lot of things ta ask ya." I ate slowly since I didn't know if they were just going to kill me off. Daryl seemed like someone with a lot of secrets and a wild temper and I wasn't going to push him. I struggled to get out of bed and Daryl saw my distress and picked me up off the bed. He helped me outside and about 16 pairs of eyes looked at me as I approached. "My name is Rick Grimes, welcome to our group, how are you feeling?" "I'm better thanks for saving my life." "I'm not the one you should thank that was all Daryl." I looked back at Daryl and blushed. He chuckled a bit and I walked off to meet the rest of the group. "So you'll stay with Daryl since he has space in his room." Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smile a bit and he walked me back to him room in silence. "So I can just sleep on the floor." I looked at him nervously. "Why? I don't bite... hard." He winked and climbed into the bed patting the spot next to him. "Don't be scared I wont hurt ya." I walked nervously over to him and laid down on the opposite side of him. "How old are you?" "I'm twenty two, what are ya seventeen? eighteen?" "I'm nineteen." He smiled at me pulling me closer to him. "Yer a young one." "I'm not much younger than you!" I got really defensive when it comes to my age. "Calm yourself I wasnt meanin nothin bout yer age." I yawned and laid down and he pulled the blankets over me. All I remember is him saying goodnight and then I blacked out.
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