* I do not own the walking dead. I only own my little creation Angel dixon. It is as a sad truth


Chapter 1

*Carol's POV*

It all starts the day the Dixons show up. The brothers were the first to drive up to our little quarry camp. It has been six days since the dead have started walking around. We have aquired a few people here and there as they show up on their drive to Atlanta, so I'm not really surprised when the Dixon brothers come driving up to camp. We all gather around to see what's up with these new comers. The eldest one, Merle, drives up on his nazi bike. His appearence making everyone squirm uncomfortably in their spots. I look into his eyes and see a hard, cold hatred in them. It chills me to the bone. I instantly hug Sophia closer to me as if to shield her from this man. Merle stops his bike, looks around, and kicks the stand. He gets off and glares at Shane when he tries to approach him. Merle starts arguing with Shane off the bat. Their voices getting louder and angrier as it progresses. Thats when his younger brother, Daryl, gets out of his pickup truck. When he does i find I'm no longer afraid. Something about this man makes me feel safe. His eyes are nothing like Merles. His are softer than his brothers. There is an anger in his eyes but I don't think it is aimed at anyone specifically. It's just anger aimed at the world for putting him through whatever hardships have come in his past.

While Daryl gets out if his truck he tells Merle to shut up. This just sparks a new argument between the brothers. Shane breaks into their argument and tells them they can stay just as long as they try to get along and help out at camp. This earns a scoff from Merle and a grateful nod from Daryl. The crowd of people disperses as the brothers start getting their things from their vehicles. Everyone goes back to the chores and the camp starts to settle.

Later in the afternoon the crowd is reformed as another truck pulls up. Out of it walks the youngest Dixon, Angel. She has a sadness in her eyes that makes her look lost almost. Her brothers push through the crowd once they recognize her. Daryl walks over, hesitantly puts his hand on her shoulder, and starts getting her things. Merle on the other hand starts running his mouth again. "Where the hell have you been?" Angel seems mute looking at him, not answering. "If you won't answer then where is that dumb man of yours? Your girl?" Angel's eyes fill with tears as she whispers "They're...gone" Merle along with the rest of the crowd goes silent. Chills run up my spine when I hear the anguish in her voice. Merle turns around abruptly and walks to his tent with his siblings trailing behind him. The group disbands more somberly this time. While leaving I see Lori hug her son and kiss his head. She looks at me, makes eye contact, and shakes her head. We both are feeling remorse for this young grieving mother.