Disclaimer: I do not own the walking dead. Only my OC.

Summary: After barely escaping the attack on her group by a man known as the Governor, U.S. marine Raelyn Jameson just wanted to survive and keep a low profile but even she couldn't just sit by and watch as that bastard The Governor massacred another group of innocent people. Daryl/OC

Chapter 1.

"Where do you think you're going?" a voice chuckled darkly. It took all of her strength not to pass out from the blood loss as the owner of the voice came into view. A man in his early 4o's. He had a smirk on his face that she would like more than anything to knock off.

"Kill me," she all but growled at her captor. She would rather die than what she knew in the pit of her stomach would probably happen.

"Afraid I can't do that dear. See you killed my right hand man Martinez. If I kill you it don't much benefit me. I think you will be better alive. My men haven't had a woman in weeks"

I was sure as my green eyes looked into his blue ones he could feel my hatred rolling off him in waves. Death I did not fear. But what he meant to do… I would slit my own throat before I let him touch me. Glancing over his shoulder I could see the 8 other men in his group eyeing me. Some smirking. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know what they were thinking.

I spat in his face.

THAWT.

I felt myself reel from the smack he delivered in response. "Oh soldier, I will enjoy breaking you in personally. You should have stayed in the woods. I hope your comrade's life was worth it."

I didn't bother with a response. Yes I could have ran when I saw them gun down my unit but there was no way I could live with myself if I let them get Price. He was just a 21 year old kid. So I did the only thing I could…I came in guns a blazing. Price disappeared into the treeline opposite my direction right before I collapsed from the bullet wounds.

Three bullets. One in the arm, two in my side. I'd faced worse, didn't mean they didn't hurt like hell.

At the sound of a zipper I focused back to "the governor". My eyes glossed over a knife he had sticking out of his boot. I could feel the adrenaline kicking in over time. The feel was almost comforting. I knew that it meant I would make it out.

As he turned to address his men, no doubt to gloat before "breaking me in" I launched myself forward, grabbing his knife from his boot and stabbing him in the thigh. Before he could even get the first scream fully out, I was up and running. Dodging bullets as his men began to chase me.

I manage to hit the treeline just as I heard the familiar moans of the dead. Then the bullets stopped, at least towards me. I chanced to look over my shoulder and my eyes widened.

A herd of the infected began to fill the area my unit had previously occupied. The Governor and his men shot as many as they could but were fighting a losing battle. I'd love to stayed and watched him get eaten but I knew the dead would soon come after me and with my wounds I was practically ringing the dinner bell. So I did the one thing my momma always taught me. When in doubt. RUN.

That was 2 weeks ago. I had stuck to the woods, circling back to try and track down Price. It didn't take me long to find him but it was too late. He no doubt ran straight into the herd. The only form of identification I could find were his dogtags. Saying my goodbyes, I placed his tags around my neck and kept moving.

That day I managed to find our second stash of supplies we stashed in the woods in case something happened. I quickly patched myself up and let me tell you pulling out 3 bullets hurt like hell. I had to fight to not pass out.

I'd avoided people after that day. Whenever there were signs of the living, I went in the other direction. I didn't really have a plan. I had a boat home out on the coast of Puerto rico but there was no way in hell I was making it there in my condition so that was not an option.

I was coming to a clearing in the forest. I anticipated another open field. I was not prepared for the voice I heard speaking a few feet infront of me.

Y'all had your chance to surrender. Guess I'll just have to take the place. Starting with Hershel here.

The Governor was alive.