AN: I'm probably gonna get murdered for not continuing my other stories but News Flash: They're really long chapters. This is just a random idea that came to me when I was watching a Lets Play of The Walking Dead 400 days. Enjoy!
Your name is...Well, could be anything, but lets just say its Katie Banister. You're twelve years old, and an obsessive Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil fan. You liked most of their friends too, but nothing matches the awesomeness of Dan and Phil. Not that it matters these days. They're Youtubers, and the internet hasn't been up in months. They're probably dead by now. Your family are also dead. They didn't believe that the apocalypse was happening, so they didn't protect themselves properly and got eaten. You ran away long before that. You survived this long by becoming everything you never wanted to: A thief and a murderer. You suppose killing zombies doesn't really class as murder, but it feels like it. And...well, you steal from other survivors. It kills you to do it, but you can't survive otherwise. All you have is a backpack with one set of clothes, a book on survival (You used to go to Guides [AN: I believe its called girl scouts in America?] and that's where you got it from. It only says survival in the wild, but its still quite useful.) a pocket knife, and a sketch book with your fan art and fanfictions in. They were the only solid link you had to your old life. Your friends were dead, you had to take them out as walkers. (Hey, why not make this sound like The Walking dead? That's pretty much what it is. ) Some part of your heart broke at seeing them like that, and then stabbing them in the head. You'd tried raiding gun stores but there weren't much of them about, and most were already empty. Seems older, more intelligent survivors got there first. Anyway, you don't really have anything left now. No home, no friends, no family, and no Dan or Phil to make you feel better. You've lost everything. But hell, you were going to stay alive, and the walkers'll pay for what they did.
You'd been walking since you'd ran from your parents's house, and your shoes were worn out, but you weren't risking barefoot. You had no idea where you were, but you were pretty sure it was ages away from your old house. You hadn't stolen anything in a while, but that was because you hadn't seen sign of any survivors since weeks ago. You were starving, and that's why you sneaked into this group's 'base' as soon as you sighted it. You were just stuffing some food into your backpack when the door of the small pantry you were in burst open. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" The person who opened it shouted. You stopped, turned and put your hands in the air. You could've screamed. Standing there, a gun in shaking hands, was your favorite blue-eyed, dark haired youtuber, wearing the familiar lion shirt.
"P-Phil?" Your voice shakes, because it couldn't be. How could he have survived?
"How do you know me?" The anxiety about what he may have to do with that gun was clear in his voice, and he tried to sound intimidating. "I-I was a fan of you and Dan, before...Before all this." You answered. You could've sobbed with relief because he was alive. You hadn't lost everything after all. Phil stared at you. "You better come with me. I don't...I don't want to hurt anyone even though-...even though people are stealing things. And I just hope Dan doesn't..." He trailed off. You nodded and followed him, leaving your backpack. You were either going to be let go, which was highly unlikely, accepted into the group or killed. You'd seen people do it. They seemed to live with that rule. Unfortunately, being killed was usually what the thieves got. "I thought you were dead." You said suddenly. Phil gave you a sideways glance, and then returns his notice to straight forward. "Where are your family?" He asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Dead. So are my friends, b-but they turned into walkers and I had to...Had to..." God, you couldn't finish the sentence. Phil looks at you sympathetically. "I'm sorry." He said, while pushing open the door of a diner and gesturing for you to go in. You did. "Don't be.I knew it would happen anyway. Eventually."
"Guys!" Phil called. You watched as Dan, Chris and PJ came into the main room of the diner.
"Phil, who's this?" Dan's voice was quiet, and it surprised you that one of your favorite youtubers could sound so calm, yet so intimidating. "I don't know. I caught her trying to steal supplies but..."
"Phil, don't even say it. We can't-"
"She's only a kid, Dan! She's lost everything, and she was a fan! She cares about us! She thought we were dead, Dan!" Phil was getting tearful. There was a silence, and you spoke up.
"Phil, it doesn't matter. I've stole and murdered. I deserve to die."
There was another silence. You doubted anyone else they'd had to kill accepted that fate so easily. "No one deserves to die." Phil said, after a while. He put a hand on your shoulder then turned back to his friends. "We aren't killing her."
Dan grew frustrated. "Phil, we can't let her go either. "
"Well then I suppose she's staying here then."
"Phil-"
"I said," Phil was angry by this time, and his voice was very firm. "She's staying here." He obviously wasn't taking no for an answer. Chris and PJ had watched this whole encounter in silence. After a while, Dan spoke. "Fine." You couldn't express your relief about that. "Thank you, oh god, thank you!" You said.
"Don't think you're safe just yet." Dan started circling you like a shark circling its prey, and you watched him carefully. You loved him, but if he made a move you wouldn't be afraid to use your knife. "What's in keeping you for us?"
"I'm a twelve-year-old girl and I've survived up until now. My name is Katie. I can't even remember the last time I cried, because I'm not weepy about the situation. I kill walkers and salvage everything I can and continue walking. I don't even know where I was going now, but I know I haven't stayed in one place. My friends and family are all dead, and so are most of the people I've met along my way, so I don't have a group." You watched Dan closely. He grinned.
"You do now."
AN: Good? Bad? Incredibly stupid? Review if you liked this, which I highly doubt.