Prologue

Daryl wasn't sure what to think when him and Rick first saw her. He saw that her blonde hair was tangled with undergrowth while blood and dirt clung to her milky skin. She was emaciated, showing she hadn't eaten in days. In her hand was a bloody machete.

Shadows loomed behind her figure and her eyes shifted from the two men.

Walkers.

And there were at least a dozen.


Author's Note: Once my finals are over, I will start updating the chapters every couple days! :)

~Salem