I had a change of heart and decided that I wanted to rewrite my characters into the story line a little differently and a little later on, so sorry for anyone who had read my previous story, but I deleted it and started again. We have some characters the same, again. Luna, Fred and Ellie, but now we also have a few different ones. Not that it would matter much, because the previous story hadn't progressed much.

I just want to say to anyone reading this, please don't give up on me. I have tons of ideas; I just find it difficult to express them when writing. If you disagree, you can just let me know in the review if you think I'm doing well. Much appreciated.

As for the Walking Dead, I do not own anything associated with it, but a girl can dream.

Chapter 1 : Luna

Luna. The Latin translation of the Earth's only natural Satellite and the God, the ancient Roman divine embodiment of the Moon.

And... a drunken accident that happened in the shed at the back of 'Old Al's' saloon in Blue Ridge, Georgia 1976

It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. They already had eight kids; you'd of thought that was enough. Although... it was never intentional, they were so hammered that protection was the last thing running through their minds. Conception was never anything that worried them anyway. It was three years ago that they were told they couldn't have any more children after their youngest had only just been born. She had just hit her forties and he was already half-way through his. It wasn't impossible, but unlikely. But even after medical science told them it was verging on very unlikely, it happened. Three years after they were told to pack it up, the impossible happened.

Nine months later Sarah Lou Hound produced something that they thought wasn't even possible, even more impossible than having another child. A girl. It was a well known fact that the Hounds had been male throughout the past three generations. All the way up to her father's, father's father, the Hound household consisted of only males. If you were a female Hound, you had married into the family. But this... this astounded people, somehow confused them. It annoyed Luna as she grew older how people would be astonished over the mere idea of Hound blood running through her veins. The whole 'I was conceived in a shed' wasn't exactly appealing either. She never understood why they told her that.

Luna often thought back to those days. When she was young. When she was oblivious and innocent about everything. She remembered that she would spend all day chasing her brothers around with snails when she was about five. Holding their shells, creeping up to them and sticking them on their faces. She remembers being really young and going hunting with her papa. Really young meaning only eightish. She remembered the hunting knife he gave her too for her birthday one year. It was so shiny. It had a solid metal case over a thick curved blade. The handle was carved with a wolf's face and had her initials written into it. She remembered that day so well. The tears running down her cheeks. The looking of awe and admiration her brother were giving the blade resting in her tiny hands.

And as she sat right now looking into the dulled, yet still shiny, reflection of the knife in her right hand, she could only wish for things to be like that again. Of course the world's appocalytic state wasn't the only reason things were different now. No. Those happy days ended a long time ago along with their mother's life when she was ten years old. Rubbing the blade, she only wished that she didn't have to use the most precious belonging she had to kill the undead everyday. But right now she had no choice but to wipe away the hot tears burning her skin and do what her father always told her (before he cracked of course) 'Be strong no matter what and keep to your pack. You need them more than you think.'

As Luna rose from her spot and adjusted her laces, she stole a peek from the moon up above and thought for a moment. She had to at least do part of her father's bidding. Stay strong and fight on. Although, she couldn't 'keep to her pack', the bad news was her pack was gone. And she feared they would never return.