~~~~~~Amberlynn's Pov~~~~~~

I never thought I would go out like this. With me stuck, and a dead head coming straight at me. Currently, my dad's grey flannel I was wearing is stuck on a branch. After struggling for god knows how long, I manage to untangle myself from the branches of death that hold me and take out the dead head just before it could sink it's teeth into me. I wipe my tomahawk on my leggings and hook it back onto my shorts. In hinds sight I could have just used my tomahawk to cut the branches instead. But I was never that smart. I inspect my dad's flannel which, yep it now has a rip in it.

I made my way out of the woods. I stumbled upon the road again. I normally keep towards the woods, there's less chance of being seen that way. I need food though. I've been without for almost a week now. I'm good at keeping track of time. I keep track in a journal. I've been keeping track since this whole thing started.
Continuing down the road, I come across a community of homes. 'Shirewilt' the sign reads. The gate is closed, so hopefully it hasn't been raided. Even if it has. Maybe there's something left. If there isn't, I can still pick up a souvenir. I hop the fence and land upright. Yeah! I stuck the landing! I've taken gymnastics since I can remember. Of course climbing a fence isn't much to brag about, but I'll take what I can get. The first house I see has I giant hole in the roof. I go to the next one. I pound on the door, hoping to lure any dead heads out. There's two. They charge at me. I take out the first one. My tomahawk smashes into it's brain. The second one has a limp. It falls at my feet. My boot connects with skull, it's brain splatters out. I wipe it off the best I can on the dirt, and continue into the house. I raid the kitchen cabinets first. I don't find anything so I head upstairs. I search each room thoroughly to see if I can find anything useful. I walk into one room. 'Emma' is painted on the door. I push it open. It's a nursery. I walk over to the crib and peer inside. It's empty thankfully, but it still makes me wonder what happened to her. There's a stuffed bunny in the crib. It's clean and untouched. Maybe she wasn't born yet. The corners of my mouth twitch upwards slightly. Hopefully. She wasn't brought into this world. I take the bunny and stuff it in my bag. The bathroom is next. I search the cabinets for anything useful. I find bandages and aspirin. I didn't find anything else useful. At least I got one souvenir.

I was heading on to the next next house when I heard yelling. It sounded like a guy calling for someone. I think he was calling for someone named Rick. Instinctively, I follow the noise. Three people are running towards the noise as well. There's two guys and one girl. One of the men had to be Rick. They notice me as they reach the porch where another man is trapped. The group take out the dead heads and then the man with the beard turns to me. "What's your name?" He asks. I don't answer.

"Come on! We have to go!" The kid who was trapped yells out.

"We can't leave her." The girl supplies.

"She's just a lil' girl." The man with the beard says, his drawl very eminent in his voice. I put my hands on my hips.

"Is that a short joke?" I muse.

"Come on guys! It's Tyresse!"The man, previously trapped by walkers shouted. The group all ran into the house except for the woman with the katana. She stays behind.

"How many walkers have you killed?" She asks, her eyes raking over me as if trying to get a better feel for who I am. Walkers, that's what they call them. That's ironic since my last name is Walker.

"I don't know? A lot?" I say questionably.

"How many people have you killed?" She asks. I flinch. She notices my discomfort.

"One."

"Why?"

"He deserved it." That's all I say. The rest of the group pile out of the house carrying and man. I'm guessing that's Tyresse. The lady with the sword quickly rushes over to them.

"We got to bust the lock!" I watch them rush towards the gate with the injured man in tow. He's bit

"Are you coming?" Someone shouts. It's the Asian man. I hesitate. I have no idea who these people are or what they're capable of, but maybe they have food. My hunger takes over and I run after them.

Notes: I fixed this chapter. I dont know what happened.

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