This is my first fanfiction, so please please let me know what you think 100%. I can't get better if you don't. Obviously The Walking Dead doesn't belong to me, but Delaney and my other OC's do. I wanted to go ahead and fill in her backstory a little bit (not all of it) before introducing her to the characters we know and love, so let me know what you think in these first couple chapters and we'll get this show on the road.

"Whiskey 1-2! Whiskey 1-2, do you copy?" The man said into the microphone.

"Gonna 180, close the distance, get back in contact!" His partner yelled from the seat next to him in the helicopter. As the chopper started to turn, the engine sputtered, the whole thing shaking.

"Have faith guys! I've got us through a lot worse than some light turbulence!" But as soon as the words left his mouth it seemed like something hit the chopper. Smoke came in from the top, and it started going down fast.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday!" The pilot said quickly into the mic. "Crash positions! I'm gonna put her down by the road!" The four men in the helicopter held on tightly, knowing there was nothing else they could do.

Ft. Benning was huge, and packed full of army personnel. Delaney let a small smile tug at her lips as she followed her brother through the door into the building she knew they would be staying. Scott led her halfway down a hallway, under bright clinical lights and opened a plane wooden door on the left. She stepped into a small room that looked like it use to be an office, the desk pushed into the corner, two small cots were open against opposite walls with sleeping bags on top of each of them.

"Thanks" She said quietly, her voice thick from the tears she'd shed on the way there. She dropped her duffel bag on the floor next to one of the cots, while running the fingers of one hand through her greasy rose colored hair and looked at her big brother with questions in her eyes. Instead of giving her any answers Scott smiled at her and pointed out towards the hall.

"The bathroom is to the left, there's still hot water here, and I already picked up some extra clothes for you I think they'll fit okay." He handed her the stack of clothes he carried, a white tank top, a green Army sweater, thick long socks, clean underwear and bra, as well as camo combat pants that looked like they might be a little long. She nodded in relief and without a word stalked off to the shower. She could hear Scott's chuckle follow her down the hallway.

The shower was absolutely heavenly, hot water washing the dirt and grime from her skin and giving her a chance to finally think about what was going on. The Wildfire pandemic seemed to happen overnight, she guessed it was accurately named. Almost three weeks ago her life was normal, she got up, went to work had one too many drinks with dinner, and fell asleep. It seemed like when she woke up the whole world was different. Military forces moved into Atlanta Georgia and established it a safe zone. For days they lived under strict military code, which was nothing new to Delaney, and whispers of the undead reached their ears. By this time the news stopped giving information and repeated the same messages of safe zones and instructions for people to stay away from the infected. But the city was too big to hold. The dead got in and panic spread, soldiers started shooting and Scott picked her up as the dead reached her neighborhood, and the military decided to move out of Atlanta, Operation Cobalt was happening everywhere. The trip to Fort Benning was quicker than Delaney remembered it being, she sobbed the whole time, terrified of the sounds she heard miles away, loud booms as if Atlanta were under attack. If the Military was falling back, if they were dropping bombs, the undead were winning and no one wanted to admit it.

She was right, the clothes fit okay, though the pants hugged her thighs and butt a little too tightly the button barely snapping together, and the bottom of the pants covered even her toes, and dragged on the floor behind her feet. Whoever these pants belonged to was incredibly tall, and super skinny, as Delaney was a nice 5' 7" and 145 lbs with decent curves and slight muscle. She rolled the pant legs up and walked quietly back to the room Scott showed her. He was nowhere to be found but at the bottom of her cot were a pair of black military issued combat boots in exactly her size.

Without any instruction or clue as to where Scott was Delaney decided to explore on her own quietly. She put on the boots and walked the opposite way of the bathroom, looking up and down each hallway she came to. It seemed busy, people in military garb were everywhere having whispered conversations with worried glances ''while ducking into rooms to talk more privately. Distracted trying to listen in on the conversation of an important looking man with a stern face, she bumped right into someone knocking herself backwards flat on her ass. Before she could look up a hand popped right in front of her face, giving her no choice but to accept the help up from the ground. As she stood she looked up at a very large man with dark skin and the brightest blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry I-" she started to apologize quickly, her voice quiet and shaky. The man laughed and shook his bald head before bending down to whisper in her ear,

"That's what happens when you eavesdrop, you quit paying attention." Her cheeks instantly filled with color and she looked own, embarrassed to be caught. But the man didn't care, he just gestured back where she came, putting his hand on the middle of her back to escort her and said in a normal voice.

"Let's head back to your quarters, I would hate for your brother to realize you're missing and raise hell." her eyes widened with realization.

"You know my brother?" she asked already knowing the answer. Nevertheless the man nodded when they stopped in front of her door.

"I've worked with him for years. I'm Corporal Thompson. You're not really suppose to be staying here, you should be with the other civilians but Scott's getting pretty paranoid so don't get him in trouble by sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." The friendly tone in his voice disappeared and she suddenly felt like a small child getting in trouble in school but still she said:

"I just want to know what's going on." The stern look he gave her told her she should have kept her mouth shut and she retreated to her room without another word. Thompson stood outside her door for a few seconds before he turned around and headed back where he came from. Delaney laid on her cot and put her arm across her eyes as tears pricked the backs of her lids. She'd seen the dead in Atlanta. In the middle of all the shooting the dead gorged themselves where they could. Delaney hadn't entirely understood what was going on until then. She watched as her neighbors stomach was ripped open, undead hands tearing inside of him pulling out his insides to feast. Bile pushed at the back of her throat and she turned away from the window, pulling down a duffel bag and throwing all the dependable clothes she owned into it, as well as the large knife her brother had given her for Christmas. Dashing over to her bedside table she unlocked the small safe tucked into the bottom and grabbed her Smith & Wesson to tuck into her bag as well as all the ammo to go with it. Scott showed up minutes later, grabbing her roughly by the arm and telling her they had to leave before jumping into the back of a Humvee and driving down the road ignoring the yells for help from the people in her neighborhood.

I've got the next few chapters planned out, and the introduction to our TWD family is one, maybe two chapters away but I promise to be quick with my updates. Of course I welcome any thoughts you may have and appreciate you for stopping by to check it out.