Name: Destiny Bane

Age: 11-12

Birthday: July 17

Appearance: mid-back length white hair, bright blue eyes.

Background: During the initial outbreak she was at her parents' house and her mom was bit and died. When she turned she bit Destiny's dad and killed him as well. She generally does not join other groups.

Weapon choice: Anything she can get her hands on. She can wield a gun well but she doesn't like to use them because they are so loud and usually attract more walkers. She always has a backup fold in pocket knife but generally uses the 10 inch survival knife she found on a dead walker. She wears it in a black leather sheath on her belt loop.

Abilities: She has been able to transform into a wolf with the same fur color as her hair and same eye color. She picks up her clothes and tosses them onto her back after she transforms so she has them with her for when she needs to change back. She can also make people's heads explode just by thinking about it. Her mother's side of the family had the ability to change into different animals.

After the outbreak, she found out about another ability that makes walkers' heads explode by thinking about it. She can only do this one walker at a time, and she doesn't do it often because she tends to pass out afterwards from exhaustion from it and either cough up blood or have a stream of blood leak from her nose when she awakes.

I was running from the herd of biters. There must've been at least 40 of them behind me. I took heavy breaths with each hard footstep onto the asphalt. My lungs were burning and I had a cramp in my side, but adrenaline kept me going. Their low growls and moans riddled my dreams with nightmares each night, and I was hearing more than I had ever wished now while I was awake. I took a sharp left turn on the road I was running on, around a building in attempt to throw them off, but to no avail. The sounds of the stumbling biters were still audible in my ears. Not being able to run any longer, I stopped and had my hands on my knees in exhaustion. Taking heavy breaths, I hear more of them and ran again. I make myself transform into a wolf, because I know on two feet I won't be fast enough to outrun them. I grab the clothes that hung loosely on my wolf form and keep them in my mouth while I sprint off.

I keep running on all fours. My head was closer to the ground and my shirt was dragging on the concrete. I was used to running like this and was faster than when I was on two feet. The sounds of the biters were fading away with each new moment and with them my anxiety. I stopped in my new form to look at myself. I found a window on a building and saw my reflection in it.

I looked like a white wolf. My bright blue eyes glared back at me, I knew I looked like this when I transformed, I still didn't quite believe it even after being able to for my entire life.

Suddenly I hear a loud explosion to my left, and go to check it out. A large windowed building was broken and normal people running out. I see a girl and boy that must've been around 12, like me. The two leaders with run out onto the grass and begin shooting the biters out of their way. They run quickly to some of the cars and get inside. Why are they running from the building? I think it was called the CDC. That's where some people were researching about the epidemic before all means of communication were lost. Are there just many biters inside? I look around and trot over to the cars. I hear the group shout loudly to two people just getting out of the building. I turn my head to see an older man and a blond haired woman climbing out of the window and running towards the others.

"Get down!" I hear one of the men say. All of them simultaneously duck their heads for protection and I understand why when the sound of another explosion rattles my sensitive dog ears. The CDC turns into a ball of fire and explodes anywhere and everywhere all at once. Pieces from metal and glass to tables and computers were flying everywhere. I see heat rising from the asphalt and my paws burn on it. I yelp when an object hits my side. I see my red blood stain my white fur quickly and look to the older man hiding behind the sacks for help. He looks at me with concern as he helps the blond lady up and gets into the car. Giving up on his help, I lie down on one of the sacks and lick my wound to clean it up a bit.

The boy from inside an RV comes out of the car, with a woman who I guessed was his mother coming after him.

"Carl, no!" she screamed at him. He ignored her and came by to me and picked me up off the ground. I yelped again in pain in my side from the scratch, but he drudged with me in his arms back to the RV. I held my clothes in my mouth tightly, knowing at some point I would have to change back into them.

"Carl!" the mom says as he places me onto the ground next to his seat. "What if it would have bitten you?" she says sternly as we take a turn down the road away from here. I bark when she calls me and it, and my clothes fall out of my mouth onto the floor. I nudge my plaid button up shirt so it goes over my head, and the boy laughs at me.

"Look, she's trying to put the clothes on," he giggles, in spite of the explosion that could've just killed him. I try to nod my head so he can help me with this, and surprisingly, he does. He helps me put my paws through the sleeves and even attempts putting my light blue skinny jeans on me. He gives up and I do the rest myself.

He probably thinks I'm just a stupid dog, I think to myself wryly.

"We can't keep her," the man with short hair says with his eyes on the road, "we don't have the kind of resources to."

I listen to their bickering and learn a few names. Dale, Rick, Carl, and Lori.

I bark a few times to get all of the peoples' attention in the car. The older man, Dale, looks back and tries to get me to shut up. The mother looks at me as well. I change back into my normal self, and fill my clothes in with my normal body. All of their eyes open widely in astonishment.

"What the HELL?" I hear Dale exclaim. Carl jumps back in surprise. My body fits in my clothes awkwardly and I adjust them to my comfort. Rick stops the RV, and I look behind us to see the other cars doing the same in Rick's lead. Some people get out of the other vehicles to see what's going on. I look back to the people around me.

"What are you?" Lori hisses at me, grabbing Carl in a protective way.

I roll my eyes at her response, "Typical," I say, thinking about how she was reacting to me, "Whatever people don't understand they end up feeling threatened by it."

"Well, you can hardly blame us," Dale says, throwing his hands in the air, "you were a dog one moment and a girl the next! How are we supposed to react?"

I shrug, and then a painful jolt fills my side, "Damn," I mumble under my breath. I place a hand on my waist and feel blood stain my shirt. I use my hand to hide it so no one asks about it.

The RV stops and I see other vehicles behind us stop as well. I think Dale mumbled something along the lines of, "The others need to see this."

A man with a crossbow slung on his shoulder comes over and opens the door to the RV.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, who's this chick?" he looks to Rick and Dale while he enters the vehicle. He looks very skeptical of me.

I thrust my hand out to him, "Destiny," I say simply, "Destiny Bane."

He takes it, obviously skeptical of me, and shakes it once. He lets go and another woman comes in.

"Quite a name," the other woman with short cropped gray hair says kindly, coming in with a girl with blond hair barely reaching her shoulders. They look related, and I assume the little girl is her daughter.

"Thanks," I smile, "Would you guys mind if I stayed with you? I have nowhere else to go."

"Where are your parents?" Rick asks me, tilting his head a little to the side.

I think back to when my parents died, "They both were bit, and died."

I say nothing more, and no one asks anything more from me.

"Sure," Rick says. I feel a smile tug at my lips. I've been rejected from groups before, even when they didn't know about what I could do. Then these people let me in no problem? Wow, I'm starting to like these people already.

"Don't worry," I add, "I can help collect supplies and food so I'm not deadweight."

I wince from the wound on my side, and Rick notices the blood staining my shirt when he looks back from the front seat.

"Hey! We need some bandages," he asks Dale, and Dale tells him to check the front compartment. He hands me the first-aid kit, telling me not to use more than I needed. I nod to his wishes.

Carl looks at me, with horror on his face, and asks if I'm badly hurt. I tell him it's just a scratch a little too deep, that I'll be fine. Lori just stares at me, with a judgemental scowl on her face.

"Are you bit?" She asks, "was no one going to ask her that before we waste bandages on her?"

"I'm not bitten," I say through my teeth, "A piece of glass hit my side when the building blew up."

I lift my shirt up carefully as not to drag the cloth on my skin and show her, and then blush afterwards because I showed my stomach to Carl. The wound is a few inches long above my hip bone, and I use peroxide to clean the cut and some medical tape to keep the bandage covering my wound. I give back the first-aid kit to Rick afterwards.

We drive a couple miles and I keep quiet, looking outside occasionally. We come to another stop, this time because there are many cars stopped and abandoned in the way of where we are going. A huge truck is on its side and other cars block are in the road. Daryl on the motorcycle, goes up ahead to look for a path to get through. He comes back and tells us to follow him so we do. A loud screeching noise comes from the RV and it hurts my ears. I try to block out the noise by putting my hands on them but it doesn't help much. Steam emits from the hood and Dale stops the RV.