"This is scary, when am I ever going to need to know how to shoot a gun?" June whines, her dad chuckles before spitting some chew beside him. "One day, I might not be here and I want you to know how to protect yourself. Now aim for the target, I'm not going to take anything less than a head shot."
June nods in her dad's direction, aiming at the target practice before dropping two rounds in the chest and one in the head. "Yeah! that's my girl!" Her dad shouted in his thick country accent before gently tugging at her ponytail.

Six years later, it was chaos on the street, People were getting sick and there was talk of the government shooting people who weren't infected. The streets were more dangerous than downtown Atlanta, and pulling into her father's driveway June rips out of her car and running into the house as she calls for her father. She finds the retired Sgt. Major pulling an arsenal out of his gun safe ; an assortment of guns,ammo,flashlights,his medications,and assorted survival gear.
"What's going on!?" She frantically asks her father ; He meets her question with complete silence ; walking to his
garage, one of his neighbors approaches him, He lifts his gun and puts a bullet in the head of a Steve, who was a shell of a
person now - a mere mirage of the person he used to be. June gasps, begging her father to answer her, following him inside he
closes the door. Handing her a cross bow and another shot gun, he turns to her - She could see he was searching for the
right words to say. Opening his mouth, the words were caught in his throat, finally seeing the fear in his daughters eyes
"...June-bug..Shit's hit the fan... Ben's dead..." tears cracking in her stoic father's voice.
June's heart fell to the pit of her stomach, hearing that her older brother, was now dead.
"...w-wheres Alec?" She asks, her voice trembling, tears welding in her eyes begging to fall.
"..I don't know.. I told him to stay close." He father answers, "but pack your trunk, you have the most room. Grab food and
water." She nods, tears finally feeling free to fall.
"Be cautious." Her father says as he hands her a Colt Anaconda and it's holster, she walks from the building to her childhood home.
Placing her hand on her dog's nervous head when inside. June starts to gather supplies, water, and dog food; taking small loads to her vehicle, she walks forward ; Gun drawn when she see's her younger brother stumbling forward in the neighborhood.
Bleeding but still alive, June's hands trembled as a sob came from her ".. Alec!" She screams as she dropped her supplies, she runs to her injured brother.
"What.. w-what happened to you?" She chokes out in a sob, looking at the gunshots littering his lean frame.
"Some men in hazmat suits sprayed bullets into people.. innocent people June." He said choking on his own blood "y-you and dad n-need to get out.. while you still can."
June holds her younger brother, sobs violently shaking her frame, lifting him up and trying to drag him towards the car, he struggles before snapping at her "I said leave! Now!" shoving her towards the house. "I love you.." he murmurs.
Looking over her shoulder, June runs into the house, finding her father with bags on his arms and a shotgun in hand.
She regains control before loading her arms with supplies, grabbing her dog, and walking towards the door.
"We gotta head out." She tells her father after hearing a single gunshot, searching his daughter's eyes, Phil understood. Loading the car with the essentials, they give one last look towards their family home before peeling out as they noticed the hoard of hazmat suits kicking down the doors of survivors.

"Dad!" "Dad!? where are you!?" June screams, the tears streaming down her face and the snot running from her nose meet in a trail down her chin, before wiping her face on her sleeve. She grabs her dog's harness, placing him in the car and closes the door. Deathrow's paws hit the window as he snaps and snarls. June turns around almost face to face with a biter, luckily she was able to pull out her dad's bowie knife with the time she earned by kicking the infected in the chest. June drives her knife in it's eye socket, with the walker still snapping at her,June draws back before driving it back into its head. The biter falls backwards with her landing on top of it. She continues stabbing, with her sobs becomming more labored, and the biters head is almost pulp before she finally quits.
June gets up and walks to the driver's seat, looking over her shoulder she looks at the writing in the blackened blood on the wall. "Dad, I'm coming back for you - June"

June takes another drag from her cigarette, Driving down the abandoned highway with her music playing faintly.
She eyes the empty stretch of land, polluted with dried blood and empty cars, She sighed wondering how long she had been alone.
Flicking her cigarette out the window, she turns down the radio before pulling her car over slowly, it'd been days since she had eaten and smoking had lost its ability to numb the nagging of her stomach. Deathrow's ears perk up when he notices a small group near an RV,
Grabbing his leash and snapping her fingers she signals him to be quiet, opening her car door she cautiously approaches the two men before stopping.
June noticed a small herd of biters approaching, quickly she drops to her knees behind her car grabbing the short snout of her dog. Pulling the leash tight, June grabs her bowie knife ; slowly crawling from car to car she eases her way to the group. Noticing the two were distracted, the elderly man treating his companion's wound while three biters approach them,
June jumps out from behind an abandoned vehicle and drives her knife through the back of one's skull, turning on her heel she stabs the next biter in the eye before noticing the third biter snapping at her flesh by the bark from her dog, She drives the blood soaked knife into its temple. With the drop of the last biter, June tucks her knife back into its sheath.
June extends her hand to the old man "Names June, this handsome devil here is Deathrow, you both from around here?"

Daryl led Glenn, Andrea, and Carol back to the highway after Lori took off with some woman after finding out that her son had been shot.
As he approaches the familiar RV, Dayrl notices three dead walkers lying on the hot slab of highway. He sees a maroon Range rover and an unfamiliar face sitting with Dale and T-dog ; He looks the stranger up and down, She had dark brown wavy hair and bangs like the pin up girls his older brother had stuck to his walls. Covered in tattoos and with a piercing or two, She was wearing a pair of jeans, an old band t shirt, and a pair of boots. Daryl lifts his hand for the the all black Staffy bull to sniff, before resting his hand on the dogs thick head and petting. The girl smirked at Daryl making his stomach drop, "That's Deathrow" she told him.
Daryl chuckles before asking "and you are?"
"Names June." she replied.
"Daryl."

"Where's Lori?" Dale asks finally questioning the group, snapping Daryl out of what felt like a trance.
"All I know is some woman rode up out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori " Glenn tells Dale.
"and you let em'?!" Dale asks Daryl.
"Climb out of my ass ol' man, Rick sent her." He snaps.
"and I heard screaming?" Dale inquired,
"Andrea ran into a walker, it was a close call" Glenn answers,
surprised Dale looks at Andrea searching her face "You okay?"
Andrea nods before walking away.
Daryl brings his attention back to the three dead walkers "What happened?" he asks gruffly,
T-dog stares at the pile of rotting flesh "We was pretty distracted,heard bodies drop and saw June."

Pretty good with a knife.. Daryl thought to himself,
"Is that a Colt Anaconda?" Daryl asked when he noticed she was strapped,
June smirks again before nodding "Good eye."
He could feel his adrenaline pumping like he was surrounded by a hoard of the wounded and had two bolts on hand, This was weird for him ; Not really a people person before everyone was turning into mindless flesh eating machines. He was intrigued by this girl but she made him nervous, not like he had to sleep with one eye open, but like he should keep his wall up.

Turning back to the group "Do you think we can trust these people?" Daryl questions.
"I don't think we have a choice." Dale mutters."but...I think we should move on."
Horrified Carol exclaims "I won't do it, we just can't leave!?"
"Carol, The group is split,we're scattered and weak." Dale tells her talking with his hands.
"What if she comes back and we weren't here?" Carol argues "It could happen." she continues pleading with the group.
"if Sofia came back and no one was here, that'd be awful" Andrea says agreeing with Carol.
"Okay." Daryl nods in agreement "We gotta plan for this, I say tomorrow morning is a good time to pull up stake, give us a chance to rig a big sign and leave her some supplies. I'll stay here tonight."
"If the RV is Stayin' I am too." Dale agrees "Thank you." Carol nods holding back tears "Thank you both." looking at Daryl, he nods in her direction.
The group looks over at Andrea "I'm in" She replies holding her hands up.
Everyone turns their attention towards June "what about you?" Daryl asks her hopefully.
Shocked she looks towards the group, looking at everyone, her gaze landing on Daryl before she nods agreeing to stay.
"Well, if you all are staying then I.." Glenn says trailing off.
"No, not you Glenn, You're going, take Carol's Cherokee." Dale interrupts.
"Me?" Glenn scoffs "Why is it always me?"
"You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on and most importantly you have to get T-dog there. it's not an option - That cut has gone from bad to worse ; He has a very serious blood infection, get him to that farm see if they have any antibiotics because if not, T-dog will die." Dale tells the group, stressing the importance of their current situation.
Daryl walks to his brothers motorcycle, throwing oil stained towels at Dale, "keep these off my brothers bike, Why didn't you ask someone? I have my brothers stash - Crystal and X don't need that."
"some killer pain pills." He says gruffly throwing a bottle at Glenn.
"Oxycyclene." he reads before tossing it to Dale "ain't that generic shit neither, it's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion" He shrugs as he walks off.
Dale smiles at the pill bottle looking up at Carol before glancing over at T-dog leaning against the car wrapped in a blanket.

June sits around the fire, eating for the first time in days, she greedily tears flesh from the bone and sucks the taste from her fingers. Deathrow stares intently on his owner, obviously begging for a piece of meat ; Snapping her fingers June points to his food dish.
Chuckling at her pouting pup, June looks up and through the glow of the fire her eyes meet those of the gruff archer. Blushing slightly, her breath caught in her throat causing her to choke.
"You okay? Carol asks, regaining her composure, she nods thanking Carol for her concern.
Jumping to her feet, June tells Deathrow to stay put before making her way to her Range Rover ; Popping her trunk she pulls out a couple beers after finding a lone 30 rack of PBR during her travels.
Placing her arms through her jacket and grabbing a fresh pack of smokes, June scopes the dark stretch of highway.
Seeing it's clear she saunters back to her spot near the crackling fire.
"Anyone wanna a beer?" She inquires, Daryl nods outstretching his hand.
His calloused fingers slowly brushing against soft skin, He murmurs a thank you that is met with a nod.
June offers a beer to Carol who respectfully declines, Seeing the sadness in her eyes she understood.
Leaning her back against the wheels of the RV, She cracks open her beer.
Offering one to Andrea who was obviously shaken from the near death experience she had earlier in the day, She gladly takes it.
Leaning back June gulps the lukewarm liquid, feeling it warm the pit of her finally full stomach.
June wipes some soot from her black dog's coat before pulling a full flavor from the soft pack, the filter clinging to her moist bottom lip. Pulling another cowboy killer from her pack, she tosses it across the fire ; the cigarette landing in Daryl's lap.
"Much appreciated." He says shortly before lifting the cigarette to his lips.
Lighting the cigarette with a silver zippo he flicks it shut and takes a long drag.
Exhaling he turns his attention to June, blue eyes burrowing into her
"Where ya headed?" he asks.
"Nowhere in particular ; I lost my dad about three months ago. I've been squatting places for a night or two - searching for supplies. Mostly dog food,beer,smokes,and water ; To be completely honest that was the first thing I've eaten in a week." June says chuckling and scuffing her boots in the dirt.
"I'm so sorry.." Carol softly said, finally breaking her silence, causing June to turn to her and smile.
"Thank you.. I'm sure he's out there. The man's tough." June softly says staring into the flames.
"Three months..That's quite a stretch of time..You haven't given up hope?" Carol whispers trying to maintain control of her voice and choke back tears.
June shakes her head "...hope is all we have left." She tells her when she meets Carol's gaze.
"Carol." Daryl says his firm tone getting the weeping woman's attention. "Aint no use in hopin' and prayin' we're gonna locate that girl and shes gon' be just fine." He tells her. Through tears Carol smiles at him nodding believing in her companion.

After dinner Daryl lays on the floor in the Rv, thinking about the spit fire brunette sleeping just outside. "...I bet she's a hell of a shot." he thinks to himself before shaking the thoughts out of his head.
Trying to get some shut eye, Daryl rests his dirt covered forearm over his eyes.
Slowly drifting off, Dayrl is stirred awake by the sounds of Carol weeping.
Laying there trying to block out the sounds of her mourning, He finally sits up covered in sweat ; Grabbing his crossbow and throwing it over his shoulder her looks at Andrea who was assembling her gun.
"I'm gonna need my clip." he says extending his hand towards her.
Placing the clip in his hand, he pushes it into his gun "I'm gonna go walk the road...look for the girl."
He looks back towards Carol who lifted her head and wiping the tears from her cheeks and with a nod Daryl walks out of the camper.

"I'm gonna walk around the forest, shine some light out there, maybe she'll see it. If she's out there it'll give her somethin' to look at " He tells Dale.
"Are you sure that's such a good idea right now?" Dale asks.
"I'm coming with you."
Daryl hears behind him, turning he looks and sees June holding a machete over her shoulder and a leash in her hand.
Nodding and avoiding eye contact they turn to walk towards the forest.
Walking in almost silence, Daryl shines a flashlight through the brush and trees listening to the cicadas and the excited breathing of an almost invisible dog.
Junes arm brushes against his,causing his breath to quicken.
"Do you think we are gonna find Sofia?" she asks softly breaking the silence,
Daryl turns and looks at her "You have the same look on your face as everyone else... What's wrong with you people? if you just started lookin'..."
"Do you?" June asks cutting him off and ignoring the harshness of what he said.
"Aint the mountains that are bad, it's Georgia, she could be held off in some farmhouse. People get lost all the time and survive."
"She's twelve years old, Daryl."
"Hell, I was younger than her and I got lost, nine days in the woods eatin' berries and wipin' my ass with poison oak." Daryl tells her, holding back a chuckle not knowing why he was being so honest with her.
"They found you though?" June questions smiling at him.
"My ol' man was off on a bender with some waitress, Merle was doing another stint in Juvie. didn't even know I was gone."
June's smile fell and she looks at him trying to read his face as he tells her this.
"I made my way back though, went straight into the kitchen and made me a sandwich, I was no worse for wear, cept my ass itched somethin' awful." he tells her.
Snorting June lifts her hand to her mouth trying to hold back laughter "I'm sorry...That was a terrible story." She tells him through her stifled chuckle.
Daryl smiles letting out a small laugh "Yeah..The only difference is Sofia's got people lookin' for her..I call that an advantage."
Shining their flashlights along trees and the forest floor, the two hearing leaves rustle, snap their heads in the direction of the sound. June holds her machete tight, her knuckles white while holding Deathrow's leash, Daryl aims his bow walking slowly in front of her. His heart racing, determined to keep the brunette behind him safe.
Fight or Flight instincts kick in, creeping forward Daryl notices camping gear before turning and shining his flashlight towards a rustling tree.
"What the hell..?" Daryl mutters staring at a walker suspended from a tree by it's neck, leaning forward Daryls reads a note with a knife stabbed through holding it to the tree. "Got bit,Fever hit,world gone to shit,might as well quit. Dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head" Daryl says as he stares at the Walker snapping and clawing at the two. June stared at it with a mix of terror and sadness. "Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait." Staring at the poor bastard Daryl mutters "Whata mess."
June leans over nausea hitting her full force, putting her hand to her mouth she gags. Daryl turns and looks at her "You okay?" he questions.
Hearing the concern in his voice June nods "Trying not to puke." She tells him feeling her mouth start to water.
"Go 'head if you gotta." Daryl tells her looking back at the walker in the tree.
"No, I'm fine let's just talk about something else." she tells him while breathing through it. "How'd you learn to shoot?" She questions him.
"You gotta eat..that's one thing us and them walkers have in common, this is the closest he's been to food since he turned,look at him hangin' up there like a big piñata." Pointing towards the walkers gnawed legs "The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs."
June vomits, gently pushing her dog away from the fresh pile, Daryl looks at her knowing that he had went too far.
"I thought we were changing the subject" June complains, wiping the corners of her mouth with her sleeve.
"Call it payback...for laughing bout..my itchy ass." He jokes gently shoving her shoulder.
She smirks at him before staring at the ground.
"Gross." She mutters.
"We should head back." Daryl tells her starting to walk.
"aren't cha gonna.." June trails off gesturing towards the hanging walker.
Looking at her and then back to the tree "Nahh..he aint hurtin' no body. it's a waste of an arrow anyways,'sides he made his choice. Opted out...Let him hang." Going to walk back, Daryl notices June slowly walking towards the body.
Staring at her in silence he starts to walk back "You wanna live now?" he asks her noticing the scars on her wrists and forearms.
Turning back and looking at him, he could see the shock on her face. "Or nah?" he continues, getting closer to her. "it's justa question."
Looking to the struggling corpse "An answer for an arrow?" she asks turning to look back at him "fair?"
"mhmm." Daryl nods.
"I don't know if I wanna live or...if I have to... or it's just a habit." she tells him tears welding in her eyes as she looks away.
"Not much of answer." He tells her before lifting his bow and shooting right between the walker's eyes.
The struggling stopped and the two were left listening to the sounds of cicadas and a swinging rope.
"Waste of an arrow." Daryl mutters before walking away leaving June to stare at the now peaceful corspe before catching up to him.
June and Daryl walk along empty cars finally reaching her Range Rover. He watched as she scuffed her boots against the asphalt and avoided his eye contact. June puts Deathrow into the back seat, and he found himself staring when she bent down to get her cigarettes. Shaking his head, he stares at the stretch of highway ahead trying to keep his eyes and mind off her. Hearing her clear her throat Daryl turns towards her to find her holding a cigarette out towards him. "Here, I think you're gonna need it." she tells him looking back towards a sobbing Carol who slams the Rv door closed behind her.
"Don't be a stranger." June says, staring through him with intense green eyes.
With a small smile Daryl nods before walking back to the Rv.