A/N:

Hello there. I should warn you now that I will add my OC as well as bend some of the plot points and drift away from the show to create my story. It is my fanfiction after all. There will also be no Caryl or Beryl or anything along those lines. (I am not a fan)
For the sake of having more then one option on what to write I thought I would start posting my 'Walking Dead' fiction as well. Since I work and study full-time so I do try to update my stories when I can however it might not be every week. I don't have a beta and I am slightly dyslexic so sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination. I am only (but always) a fan.

Key:
'thinking thoughts'
'memories dreams nightmares'

Harley Marie Beauregard was by no standards very lady like or demure. Growing up with two older brothers and single father in the military it was safe to say that she never had much of a female role model. Even the neighbors kids, whom she had come to care for like family, where boys. She cussed more than she should and but was able to hold her own in a bar brawl. Both where probably not exactly traits to be desired in a woman, but who knew. Times were changing. Rapidly.
Since the outbreak she had thanked the lord many times for always being paranoid and keeping emergency bushcraft gear in her trunk. One of the few habits her father, though not always present in her life, had drilled into her and her siblings. She felt like laughing at everyone who called her a doomsday-prepper... even though that would just be horribly spiteful of her. The thought however, did make grin with slight Schadenfreude.

Her bangs stuck to her forehead as she quickly but cautiously made her way through the trees. She didn't remember how long she had walked or how many times she had to duck and hide just to make sure she wouldn't get shot, or worse eaten.
The sun beat down through the canopy of leaves over head and she felt the weight of he pack, mixed with the heat of the midday Savannah sun slowly drain her last energy reserves.
'Seriously... fuck this shit.' she thought, rather annoyed at her current disposition.
'Head north they said. You have enough orientation and survival skills to make it they said...' she huffed thinking of the last phone call she had with her brothers and whipped the sweat off of her brow with the rag she had wrapped around the wound on her palm.
"No one ever said that I'd have to fuckin' dodge dead people on my way up. Damn it all to hell." Taking a deep breath she scanned the area. When all hell broke loose she had been on her way to King County, or at least she was trying to get there. Weeks in advance, strange things had started to happen; such as her patients getting snappy, moving body bags, a lack of rigor mortis. And surprise, surprise, somehow shit had hit the fan fairly quickly. It was safe to say the government had tried to cove it fairly quickly and the entire morgue staff had to sign wavers or face the good-ol' court-martial.
Everything had escalated when she had gotten a call from her assistant crying over the phone that 'she had been bitten'.
'Your bitten, your done for.' her dads voice had echoed through her head and she had hung up on the panicking girl with a heavy heart. Not allowing herself to turn around and head back. She had other people to worry about, people that might still have a chance... though to her it felt like a fairly meek excuse to keep her head from spinning.

Normally a trip to King County it hadn't seemed such a big deal with the truck it would have taken her maybe two days tops. Of course because of the slowly increasing chaos of the last few weeks things had gotten pretty rough.
Before the epidemic, a little more than over a month ago she had gotten a phone call from the wife of one of her childhood friends telling her that he had been shot and fallen into a coma. And even though he was more like family it had still taken a while for her to free up her schedule enough to make her way up. And before she had gotten very far in her truck a new flood of infections had spread throughout the city and she was off by foot faster than someone could say bingo.
"The things you'd do for family eh?" she sighed to herself reminiscing and continued her trek through the trees getting trying to get back on task. Since there wasn't much undergrowth in the current area she was in she had to be incredibly careful about not running into any of unwanted undead.

The rate the infection had spread had made a dent in her original plans though. Harley was tough, but she could catch herself slipping up more and more due to exhaustion. She had to find other survivors. Though that might get her killed a lot faster than any undead coming her way. She couldn't keep up her current regiment much longer.
So she figured as dangerous as it was; she would head to Atlanta. There where rumors of a military survivor base. If those where true there was the slimmest chance to get word to her dad or brother that she was still alive and kicking. That was if they themselves were still among the living.
But what it boiled down to was that; she needed help. Or at least a good nights rest.
'Bigger city, bigger hazard... Get your head in the game Lee.'
She looked at her watch and the small compass embedded in it. "Atlanta, ETA... 1500."

She prayed to god that she wasn't walking into a death trap.