AN: This is my very first story so I hope you like it. This first chapter is really about getting to know the OC so don't expect much. I'll add the second chapter soon.

I didn't understand anything, what was going on? Confusion, shock and disbelief; they were the only things racing through my mind. My head still hurt from where I had been violently shoved up against the wall of the hallway, still unsure whether or not what I was seeing and feeling was actually real. There he was, pinning me to the floor with his knife still pressed up against my throat, Rick Grimes.

-Roughly 12 hours earlier-

The piercing sound of an alarm clock filled the silent, morning air. Turning over, I slammed my hand over the source of the annoying sound only to find my hand smashing down onto the clock. I fumbled around to try and find the button to turn it off, after what seemed minutes of frantic searching I turned on the light. Letting out sounds of frustration, I finally realised that it was actually my phone making that stupid noise. My hands grabbed at the phone and opened the flap of the phone case so I could swipe across the dismiss button. Grunting, my head hit the pillow with a thump, all I wanted to do was sleep. My limbs ached with that uncomfortable groggy feeling of sleep that seemed to reside itself in my very bones. It took me around 5 minutes to finally get out of my warm, cosy bed which seemed to want to beckon me back to sleep. The room was deathly cold and made my body stiffen and teeth chatter slightly, I grabbed my purple dressing gown and hurriedly put it on whilst my feet blindly searched for the matching slippers which were hidden somewhere under the bed.

It was now 6:08am and there were no sounds coming from the next door bedroom. "Fatma" I called, knocking on my housemate's door. After a moment of silence I began again this time a lot louder. "We're going to be late for work, we star in just over an hour… If you don't hurry up you can walk". This time there was a stir in the room in front of me and a small groan was heard, an attempt to respond to the wake up call. "Fatma, I swear to god. I will get a cold, wet flannel and smack you with it. We were late yesterday because of you not getting out and I'm not going to wait around for you this time so just get up. Please!".

"Fine, I'm up. Dont be so bitchy about it Julie!" Fatma said half joking, her voice was dry and croaky but still held that light underlining tone to it. Both Fatma and I were currently living together and worked at the same place, the William Harvey Hospital as nurses. Neither of us would deny that we both love our jobs enormously but at times it was just too stressful for our own liking.

"Ha. Ha. Well I'm going to make a pot of tea, Do you want one?"

"Definitely!" Fatma's head appeared at the door as she wrapped herself in her own dressing gown. Her deep brown eyes focussed on me, her olive skin tone looking a lot pailer in the artificial light. She swept her messy, long brown hair into a big bun on top of her head and pulled it slightly so in fanned out. "You gonna make breakfast whilst you're at it too?" She grinned, her angular features becoming more defined.

"hmm… Only If you're down in less than 15 minutes so I can use the upstairs bathroom to get ready." I said smirking, knowing this would be a challenge for her as she seemed to always take forever when getting ready. We had two bathrooms but we were trying to keep the downstairs one tidy for when our families came down to visit in a few days.

"Deal."

After making breakfast, I put Fatma's portion of toast, eggs and bacon in the oven to keep warm. I grabbed my own plate and sat down to eat it and was almost finished when Fatma came down from upstairs. "Done with the bathroom?"

"Yes, now where's mine?" Fatma came down in her nursing uniform with a small amount of makeup applied to her face. Her hair was looking a lot neater, in a bun similar to the one that she wore earlier. She looked around the kitchen trying to locate her own food as she moved to grab her cup of tea from the small table and drank from it eagerly.

"It's in the oven, like it normally is" rolling my eyes. "I'm going to get ready now so can you clear this up after you have eaten?" I asked, getting up from the chair at the table and over to the hallway which led to the stairs.

"Yeah, will do. Thanks"

I made my way upstairs to the bathroom where I hastily got ready and brushed my teeth. Looking in the mirror I saw to my dismay, two dark circles around my light blue eyes. Sighing, I pressed my hands to my face and rubbed my temples whilst smoothing out my slightly messy eyebrows. After washing my face using the flannel I grabbed my makeup bag and applied concealer to the areas around my eyes, nose and chin. Although I didn't have any spots my pale skin always seemed to be a bit blotchy, especially around those areas. I grabbed my liquid foundation and applied it to my skin next, unlike Fatma's nose mine was rather round but we had a similar angular jaw lines and shaped eyes. When I had finished applying a small amount of eyeliner, mascara and blush I started to unbraid my hair from the two plaits that I had slept in. My hair was really curly anyway but sleeping in plaits made the curls hold a lot better and stopped it from being too frizzy which is needed as me and Fatma are going to go out tonight drinking. Bearing that in mind, I re-plaited my light brown curls into one long plait which ended half way down my back.

5 minutes later I came down stairs fully dressed and ready to find Fatma still in the Kitchen putting the rest of the dishes away in the washing machine. I grabbed my bag and took out the water bottle from inside of it, going over to the sink to where Fatma was, to fill it with water. "Hey, I'm ready so you should just go upstairs and brush your teeth, do you need your water bottle refilling?" I asked, my eyes turned to Fatma as I waited for her response.

"If you could, I wont be long" Fatma raced off upstairs whilst I prepared Fatma's water bottle which was already by the sink. We kept both of our bags, shoes and coats in the closet under the stairs. After getting our shoes and coats out, I put on my own and turned off the kitchen light. Although it was nearing 7 o'clock it was still rather dark outside as it was nearing December. Reaching into my coat pocket I got out my keys and unlocked the front door. "I can't wait for tonight!" Fatma squealed. "Just wait till you see him, he's definitely your type" The excitement on Fatma's face was clear and although I did appreciate her efforts in trying to set me up with another one of her guy friends... I was tired of it. I did want to have a family of my own one day but I just don't want to enter in any relationships just yet. After my previously long-term relationship went south I just haven't felt up for dating anyone at the moment. It was all still too soon. Something which Fatma didn't seem to understand. Plus, I still don't understand how she knows all these guys which I haven't met, we went through college together and university and mixed with the same people. "Now I'm going to go back to Josh's place after work to get ready so I will meet you at 8 at The Workshop." I opened the front door and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh cold november air.

"Isn't that place a little expensive?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe a little, but it's such a nice place and it's 'live band night' tonight. It's going to be fun". Still not entirely convinced I unlocked my small family sized car and got in, starting it up. The way to work was quiet as I didn't really fancy talking about this guy called Tom and what a potential dream boat he would be for me. So instead, I cranked up the volume to the radio in the car which was currently playing one of songs by Imagine Dragons. I had already agreed to see the guy for a night out, which was only after nights of torture delivered by Fatma's annoying singing. The most annoying part of that is Fatma could actually sing, it was what she sang which was annoying and currently that was Bad Lip Reading's Carl Poppa.

It wasn't much longer until I pulled into one of the staff car parking spaces and we got out of the car. "I'm going to have a cigarette before work, wanna come?" I asked, locking the car behind us. Fatma nodded as she yawned and pulled her bag more onto her shoulder. Smoking was one release which really allowed me to destress and relax. Although I had my art to help me with that- it wasn't the same. Drawing and painting are great when you're in the mood to be creative- but I'm not always in that mood. But is there really a 'mood' for smoking? No. It's something which can be indulged upon whenever time is available. We moved over together to a bench in the smoking zone near the hospital, it wasn't too far from where we worked or the car park, only a mere 5-10 minutes walk away. As we walked I got out my tobacco, rizzlers and a filter and started to roll a cigarette. The walk over to the bench was quiet, similar to the journey here. I think we're just both in anticipation for when work begins. I lit the fag and drew in a long breath, my lips perched around the cigarette and then inhaled. We both love our job and wouldn't change it for the world but it didn't stop it from being stressful and cause an uncertain feeling of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. It was just because of how uncertain the days were- not knowing exactly what was going to happen until we got in and even then it could be even more unpredictable. There are loads of good points to it too though; spending time with the patients and hearing about their lives; telling a patient that their treatment is working; seeing the outcome of successful treatment. All were things which both me and Fatma enjoyed about our job, plus countless other things.

By the time we had finished our cigarette it was getting dangerously close to the time we start work. After a light jog to the building we both signed in and entered the staff locker room to put our things away. From behind me I could hear Fatma struggling with opening her locker. After a few failed attempts she turned around to face me "are you just going to stand there or are you going to bloody well help me? Jesus Julie!" Fatma looked as if she was going to turn blue in the face.

"Calm down stress head, I'm coming" I said as I walked towards her locker. I grabbed hold of the handle which still had the key in it and lifted the door slightly and pulled it open which it did with ease. "Better?" I asked, now turning to face a rather red faced Fatma.

"Yes" she hissed, shoving her stuff in her locker roughly. "How come you make it look so fucking easy?" she spat, slamming her locker closed. I couldn't help but giggle at her frustration.

"Because it is" I whispered in her ear. With that I raced out of the locker room to start my shift with a fuming Fatma behind me.

It wasn't until 3 o'clock that I finished my shift which was an unusual time to finish as we normally had 12 hour shifts. Today however, both myself and Fatma had taken a few hours off as holiday leave for that day and then a week off after that as we are going to have both our families down for a few days. Which meant that the house was going to be very crowded even though we're living in a 4 bedroom house we're still going to have to put some people in the living room on inflatable beds and have others crash on the sofas. It was rather bothersome that both me and Fatma had 4 siblings. I am the youngest of 5 (which is debatable as I'm a twin, younger by 2 minutes) and she's the 3rd oldest. It was going to be a push as Fatma's eldest sister, Delick had a 2 year old and a partner who also stayed with us. The house that we were living in wasn't entirely large either but it had the bedrooms on the top floor with a small bathroom and a kitchen, dining room- which is barely used, a living room and another bathroom which was a lot bigger than the one upstairs. This had become rather an annual routine For both our families to come down as it was impossible for me and Fatma to get time off at Christmas. Thankfully it was only for 3 days otherwise I'm sure both of us would go crazy.

When I entered the locker room I saw a rather dishevelled Fatma struggling with her locker again and yelling expletives at it. I couldn't help but laugh at her, she was just too funny. Fatma's head snapped to my direction and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me sternly. "We should swap lockers, you can open this piece of shit. I CAN'T!" She yelled, staring at me as I continued to laugh.

"I've told you what to do, lift it slightly and then open it." I chuckled.

"You're stronger than me, I can't do it. I'VE TRIED!" She said while pulling on her locker making it slam in and out as it refused to open. Sighing, she gave me her best puppy eyes "please". Flashing her eyelashes for further effect.

I give up, I can't be arsed with this any longer. Having this everyday is really starting to annoy me. I walk over towards her locker and open it. She just looks at me and grabs her things out and then shuts the locker door. After getting out my own things I then give her my locker key and take hers. "There, happy now?"

"Yep" she then wraps her arms around me in a tight, rib cracking hug.

"omph.. Okay just go. Is Josh picking you up or do you need a lift?" I try to untangle myself from her arms but she just holds on even tighter, making it even more painful.

"He's picking me up. But thanks anyway" she pulled away from me and looked up, smiling mischievously. "Can't wait to see you tonight all dressed up for Tom. Wear something sexy- that black dress you have the one that makes your brea-"

"No. Enough, go to Josh and get out of here. I'm sure he's waiting for his blowy" I pushed her away from me playfully, returning the smile and walked out of the locker room. "See you at 8!".

"Pfft. Bye."

I exited the building and walked over to my car, unlocking it. This was going to be an interesting evening, one which I'm probably never going to hear the end of.

AN:

Well there it is, I hope you enjoyed it and it wasn't too bad. Thank you for reading, second chapter will be up very soon!