(A/N: This is going to follow very loosely with season 6, however, the time lines will not always match up. You may also see similar things to earlier seasons, that I wanted to use, but with my OC. I have a good bit of chapters finished, so updates will be very often! ALSO: Oddly enough, I'm a huge Caryl shipper, so I actually don't mention her much during this story, simply because I'm not sure how to use her character, without wanting her with Daryl. Just being honest! ;) I really hope you enjoy... it may start a little slow, but it gets better... And my chapters are NOT as short as this prologue! Thanks for reading, please let me know what you think!)

Prologue

Motley Jacobs stammered onto the freeway, a slight glimmer of hope in her eyes. Quickly as it came though, the spark had faded. It wasn't anything like she'd dreamed; Quite the opposite, actually. She was staring right into the face of an ugly war zone, like something you would only see in the movies. Her sister and she had both agreed, even with the rest of the world gone to shit, the Nations Capital had to still be standing. There had to be some order, and restraint.

They couldn't have been more wrong.

After countless days of walking aimlessly in the woods, she was ready to find something, anything, that would represent a sign of life. Despite being a very strong, independent woman, she couldn't continue to lie to herself anymore, she had become deeply depressed and the will to fight was diminishing. Disregarding her own feelings, she continued to press onward; Not for herself though, for Avery. If her sister had somehow survived the herd six months ago, and was still out there wondering around, she was going to find her.

After a few more miles exploring up the road, and it was painfully obvious she wasn't getting into DC. The sight was sickening, a grossly compound of mangled trash and wreckage. It smelled like death, and looked it too. Smoke filled the air from all directions, and she let out a heavy sigh, in thirty years of life she'd never been more confused, tired, or angry, "Back to square one. Again."

Darkness had started to set in as she made her way back into the woods. The highway was flooded with random packs of the dead, much to large for her to take on alone. Finding a quiet spot near the creek, she quietly sat up camp, and attempted to relax. She carried lightly, just a sleeping bag, revolver, deer knife, and a pot for boiling water. Motley's food came as she found it, which wasn't to often.

"I should have never left Charlotte..." She mumbled to no one but herself, feeling as if she didn't talk, she would forget how to. This had been going on for two long years, and for the better part of six months, Motley had been all on her own. She felt a pain rush over her at the thought her sister may have arrived in DC as well, discouraged by the same findings. Motley knew she'd probably never see her again, but that tiny gleam of hope is why she continued to wake up in the mornings.

The fire slowly died, and Motley retreated to her sleeping bag. She wasn't scared anymore, she couldn't be. Her feelings and thoughts were numb to danger. Her eyes slipped closed as she helf to the knife tightly, something she'd became accustomed to. Survival consumed her these days, as it did everyone else.

Hours past and the sun finally begin to burn through the thick fog. Motley tiredly yawned as she stood, taking in her surroundings once more. She felt the nagging pain in her stomach, and groaned, she had to eat soon. According to her map, she was coming up on a small suburb, and with any luck, she would find a safe haven with a few supplies, if only for a few nights.

Once last glance over her shoulder at the city that was, and she knew, she had to move on. She really was all alone, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.