Hi, my name is Angel Marie Dixon. I have blond hair that reaches my butt, I have one blue eye and one green eye. I am 5' 4'' and I am fifteen years old and I have been on my own going on two years now. My Uncle and My father might be the only living family I have left. But I wouldn't know, I haven't seen them sense the beginning of the apocalypse.
I walked thought my dad's old apartment thinking about when Dad, uncle Merle, and I split up.
(flash back)
"Daddy, what's happening?" I asked as we ran out of my school.
"Somethin' bad is happenin' baby." Dad said picking me up so we could move though the crowed better.
"What is it Dad?" I asked.
"Lil' 'A', you 'member those Zombie movies we would watch when yer Dad was at work?" Uncle Merle asked and I nodded.
"Well, 'ta Zombies are real." Merle said.
"Wait, you let my daughter watch WHAT?" Dad yelled at Merle.
"We stay together right?" I asked as Dad and Merle ran to the car.
"Always." dad said and just then something tripped Dad and we fell to the ground. As people ran past us I tried to get up but people kept stepping on me
"Daddy help me!" I cried but Dad or uncle Merle didn't come. I managed to push myself up and I ran and ran until I got home.
(end)
I sighed. Three years I have been alone. Three years and I have gave up any hope of seeing my father or uncle again. I don't even know why I am still in this place. It's not like he would ever come back home. I looked at a photo of Dad, Merle, and I.
I then made up my mind. I am going to find them. Or at least try.
I threw on a black tank-top, black jeans, black boots with a 3'' heal, a black cowboy hat, and Dad's black leather jacket with angel wings on the back. I grabbed a 12 gauge shotgun and one of Dad's crossbows. I put a dagger in my left boot and a "baby Browning" in my right one. I put supplies into my black backpack (food, water, fire starter, extra ammo, etc.) and headed out in search of my father Daryl Dixon.
