Author's Note: Just a little something I've typed up. Possibly will become a story. Like I said, it may be a Rick/OC or a Daryl/OC I'm not positive. Just want to know you feedback on this teaser. I also have a Twilight/Walking Dead story up, it only has one chapter but go check it out.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Walking Dead, I'm just playing around with its characters.
Prologue
My name is Evelyn Hawthorne, only child of Major William and Kathleen Hawthorne. I was born in a small town outside of Atlanta, Georgia. My mother passed away when I was five years old. She was killed by a drunk driver, driving down the wrong side of the road. My father never remarried and always did his best to raise me by himself.
I was such a daddy's girl and wanted to be just like my father when I grew up. So I begged him to teach me everything he knows until he finally relented. Together we went camping, where he taught me everything he could about the outdoors. He was the one to teach me how to shoot a gun, how to track and trap animals. He didn't stop there. He taught me how to fight, how to defend myself.
He taught me to drive (stick and automatic), he taught me to change a tire, how to do an oil change, how to check tire pressure, basically anything that had to do with a car, he taught me.
Since my mom passed when I was young, together we had to survive going through puberty. No matter how embarrassing it was for either of us, it is something that I wouldn't change for the world. He was there for me when I had my heart broken for the first time. He was there for me when I finally graduated from high school, then when I graduated from college. He was there for me when I walked down the aisle to marry my husband. He was there for me when I had to bury my husband, when the cancer killed him.
I was there for him when he lay dying in the hospital, his heart failing him. I held his hand as he took his last breath. I cried when his last words was my mother's name. I buried him next to my mother, knowing they were together again.
I was happy that neither of my parents or my husband were alive to witness the spread of a virus. A virus that caused the dead to rise and eat the living. I used all that my father taught me to survive.
I quickly learned how to kill the Rotters, not to use guns, as noise attracts them, never staying in one place for too long, and while safety is in numbers, never trust the living.