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Hi, my name is Courtney Morgan Holmes. But you can just call me Morgan if you want, I don't mind.
I'm 16 and I pretty much have a "Normal" life. Though I have always been the quiet girl, you know that one girl that followed the rules and did what she was asked all the time. Yeah? I'm that girl.

I always got good grades in school varying from B's to
A*'s. Life in school has been pretty good to me. I have a few friends not many as others. That doesn't matter, I would rather have a few real friends than 15 fake ones who would bitch about me behind my back

I grew up in England with my parents and brother Louis. Although Louis can be annoying I still love him. He is family after all. He seems to think that he can act like my parent and boss me around just because he's older than me. About 3 years older but technically it's 2 years and 8 months. Now he's 18"
My parents are really nice and friendly. Easy to get along with. They treat me and Louis right. Fed us, clothed us and gave us shelter.

I'm small for my age being only 4ft 11" (149cm). I'm the youngest and smallest in my year not that I'm bothered. I've been called names about my height varying from 'Smurf' to 'Midget' to 'Umpa Lumpa'. I don't care, I know that I'm small so I tend to just laugh.

I have light brown hair though it is going naturally dark. I also have vivid blue eyes. My hair is naturally straight and is cut a few inches below my shoulders.
My skin is rather pale compared to Louis and both my parent who seem to have tanned skin.
I'm not pretty not in my eyes anyway seeing as I have never had even had a boyfriend.

...

Me and my friends decided to go on the school trip to Atlanta last year when we got offered to opportunity to go. My parents decided to let me go and payed for me to go on the trip.

That was a year ago and now I'm in Atlanta with my 2 best friends Georgia and Holly. I've enjoyed the experience here in Atlanta but tomorrow I'll be on the plane back to Britian tomorrow.

...

I was watching the tv when I first heard about it. A zombie apocalypse? No. This couldn't be happening. I watched as all my friends were eaten alive by these things. My teachers and fellow students too. I tried to ring my parents, hoping things were okay at home. No answer. The lines were dead.

I decided to go to the airport hoping I could get back home. No the airport was over run with zombies. 'Alright Morgan' I thought ' time to survive.' I head back to the hotel which was free of walkers and got enough supplies to survive for a few weeks.

Food, water, energy drinks were my main priority. Next was medicine. I watched enough zombie apocalypse movies to now what to get.
I took everything important and took a few first aid kits. I gathered clothes, underwear, socks and shoes taking stuff from dead school students that would fit me. I felt bad but I would probably need the extra clothes.
Last on my list were weapons. I took the axe from the fire escape and a few knives from the kitchen.

...

About a week ago I found some guns with Ammo and a crossbow. A Horton scout HD 25. I've taught my self how to use the new weapons. Cleaning to turning the safety on or off to firing the weapon to kill a marcheur. That's what I call the creatures.

Atlanta is over run with Marcheurs and I'm stuck in a clothing store with no way out. By myself. A mere 16 year old girl on her own.
It didn't help that I wasn't from here. I could of been at home with my family safe. No I decided to go on that stupid school trip so that I could get better grades. We were told it would give us 25% of our English literature mark. That doesn't matter now though. The life I knew was gone and it would never be the same again.

I started to cry when the thought hit me. I would never see my family again. My mum. My dad. Louis. I saw a figure approach me and a few others behind that one. I raised my crossbow thinking it was Marcheurs. No humans actuall humans. Maybe they could help me.

"Well, what do we have here?" A man above me asked. I noticed he was bald but had a bit of hair but not much. He was obviously from Georgia, he looked much like a redneck. Talked like one too.
"You're not a marcheur?" I asked him hoping I wasn't just imagining him. He noticed my accent. I had a strong English accent compared to his strong southern accent.
"Marcheur? Oh I get it, you mean a zombie." He started. "And no the groups all humans. Not bit or scratched by one either." I sighed, relieved to be with other humans again.

"Come on." He said " You can join my group if you want" I nodded at his offer. Why not they would provide safety.

We met up with the others. A elderly black woman, a black man, a blonde woman, a Asian boy, a Mexican looking man and a redneck.

"Hello" I said quietly. They turned around startled. They seemed to be shocked at my accent.
"Hey" They all said back to me and I got introduced to everyone.
Andrea :- the blonde woman.
T-Dog :- the black man.
Jacqui :- the black woman.
Glenn Rhee :- the Asian boy.
Morales :- the perhaps Mexican.
Merle Dixon :- the redneck.

"What's your name?" Merle asked me and I told the group.
"Courtney Morgan Holmes." I said "I prefer Morgan though."

"Alright Morgan" The group replied back

"How old are you sweetheart?" Jacqui asked me.

"16 Miss." I might aswell be honest about my age to them not like they were gonna arrest me. She nodded. "Incase you can't tell by the accent. I'm not from this country." I looked down sadly, I was still mourning for all the deaths.

"How did you end up here then?" It was Andrea who asked this time.

" I came from England on a school trip" I explained. "We were supposed to be going back there the day after the world went to shit."

"Language!" Andrea scolded me glaring at me as if I was some 5 year old.

"Sorry. I watched my teachers and other students from my school teared apart and eaten by Marcheurs before I could do anything. There was 80 of us on that trip. I was the only one that survived..."

"I'm sorry darlin'" Merle said. He didn't seem like the type of guy to have a soft spot.

"Is he always this nice?" I asked Andrea. She shaked her head signalling 'no'.
"What's with the name Marcheurs anyway?" She asked me. The others tended to call them Walkers but some called them Geeks, lurkers or biters.
"In most zombie films there called Walkers. I thought it was a bit to mainstream. Marcheurs is French for walkers. I've noticed they tend to march around in groups. Kind of like the army."
I explained the story behind the name.

"That's smart." She told me before going off.

...

"Glenn. There's a man out there." I told him

"Alright where is he now?" He asked in return.

"He just got into that tank. He's surrounded by Marcheurs but most of them are distracted by the horse he came in on"

"I'm gonna go help him." He told me. I was having none of it. I was the one who saw him. I want to help him.

"No. You've risked you're life for us enough times already. I've been in Atlanta since the outbreak. Plus the crossbow is a lot quieter than that gun of yours." I said. He nodded accepting the fact that I won. I nodded back before tuning the radio to connect to the one in the tank.

"Hey you! Dumb ass! Hey you in the tank! Cozy in there?" I asked.

No answer. Maybe he was dead. Try again?

"Hey you in there?" I asked him.

"H-Hello?" He said "Is it safe out there?"

" No you're surrounded by Marcheurs but some are distracted by the horse. There's a few on the tank but you can get out of there if you go of the 'right' side of the tank." I explained to him.

"Then what do I do?" He asked me. He seriously doesn't know what to do? Idiot.

"Run around the block. I'll meet you there and help you back to my group."

"Alright on the count of 3."

"1.. 2 .. NOW!" I said before I saw his head pop out of the top of the tank.

I made my way to the block where I told him to meet me. I took a few Marcheurs out easily with my crossbow.

I saw the man run past right where I was standing and grabbed him back signalling that I was there. Idiot.

I lead him back to where that the group was easily.

"You the new sheriff in town? Came riding in to save the day? Ye-ha! You done a good job." I told sarcastically.

"Wasn't my intentions" he replied. Before we walked into the room Glenn and Merle were.

...

An hour later Merle was arguing with T-Dog calling him a load of racist names. The man I found, Rick his name was, took action and cuffed Merle to a pipe handing me the keys.

"Who the hell are you, man!" I heard my redneck friend ask.

"Officer friendly." Rick replied coldly. Merle sniggered at this.

Rick held his gun to Merle's head.

"I'm just a man looking for his wife and son. Anyone who gets in the way of this is going to lose." The cop said before walking off.

The group made a plan to get out of Atlanta and back to the rest of their group. The plan worked and Rick returned with a van to get us out of there. Glenn had gone speeding of with the car alarm blaring to distract the Marcheurs.

I went to the roof and uncuffed Merle bfore helping him get to the van.

"Come on. We ain't got all day I told him."

We made it and were back at the camp.
I would finally get to meet the others.

"Hey helicopter boy! Come meet everyone" morales shouted to the truck signalling our time to meet them.

"Here goes nothing" we both mumbled under our breath.

I saw a boy aged around 12 and a woman with brown hair turn around and face Rick surprised to see him. Perhaps this was his wife and son he told us about.

"DAD!" The boy screamed running towards the cop.

"RICK!" The woman shouted and they all embraced in a hug.

'Yeah. This definitely is his wife and son' I thought.