Warning: Rated 'T' for gore and for Daryl Dixon (and others)'s language (in later chapters).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead... All I own is my OC (Lucy Greene), and my crazy imagination.

Chapter 1: Pilot

Once upon a time, there lived a not-so-perfect girl in a not-so-perfect world. That girl had a life better than most, but she didn't see it as 'Oh So Great' like everyone else seemed to think it was. Yes, she will admit she was a bit spoiled. Ok, maybe a lot spoiled. She had parents that adored her, and three older siblings that would die for her. Yet something felt off, it was like the calm before the storm. Now with all that in mind, I would like to introduce myself, I am that girl, names Lucy (Lucy Greene to be exact). Well, actually, to be exact, I would have to include my middle name, but who cares. I'm not always exact, that's my sister, Beth's job. Confused by what I mean? Well, I guess it's time to tell you 'bout my siblings.

Altogether, I have three. The oldest is Maggie, with the flawless age of 22. She's what every girl wants to be, strong, fearless, loved, supported, and rich. Oops, did I forget beautiful? Yeah, she's that too… Bob-cut brown hair, that nearly match her dark brown eyes, and a face that anyone could love… Yep, I don't know you, but I bet you're already jealous. I love Maggie, even if we don't share the same mother. Now, the next oldest is my brother Shawn, he and I do share the same mother… Father's different though. Shawn's 19, and like Maggie, has brown hair and eyes. Maggie and Shawn are step-brother and sister. Shawn's the best older brother EVER! He always takes me to do stuff, like he showed me how to use a knife, and shoot a bow. He said that guns are next!

Then, we have Beth. She's 16, and with green eyes and blonde hair (that goes down a little past her shoulders), she's the only one that took after our father in looks. In personality, she's different too. Where Maggie, Shawn, and I are out-going and stubbornly rebellious, Beth is quiet and likes to stick to what she knows. When I said, "I'm not always exact, that's my sister, Beth's job." I mean that in a relatively good way, Beth is very organized. Nothing is out-of-order in her room.

If you saw them together, you probably wouldn't be able to connect Beth with Maggie and Shawn, unless, of course, I was next to them. With my light brown hair (that reaches my rump) and brown eyes (that many people have told me have green speckles in them). I look more like Maggie and Shawn than Beth, but you can tell we're definitely siblings. Weird how alike, yet different we are right? Freaks me out sometimes… But Beth looks like Daddy. Shawn and I look like our mother, Annette. While, Maggie looks like her mother, Josephine. Ugh, I know, I talk a lot. Guess it's 'bout time to fill you in on what I'm up to…

Watching the news… Yeah, I heard your gasps, 'WHAT!? You must be an old person to be watching THAT!'. No, actually I'm only thirteen, and only watching the news 'cuz my father wanted me to let him know when the weather comes on. Why? Because we live on this 'Farmy type place' with a garden and all, so he needs to know when the next rain is coming through. And when I say 'Farmy type place', I mean an actual farm, with chickens, cows, and horses. With a few hundred acres of land that's been in my family for a little over one hundred and sixty years. Yeah… I think I'll stick to 'Farmy type place'.

My moment of being lost in thought is soon lost (or I guess you could say 'found'…) when something catches my eye on TV. So, being the ever so curious teenager I am, I turn up the volume. "-the authorities are still trying to figure out what caused this strange out-break. They believe to have nearly found a cure, but for the time being, we would like to advise you to lock your doors and stay as far away from any one with these symptoms: Ab-Normal skin color, multiple flesh wounds, cloudy eyes-" Guess I'll never know what the news lady meant by that, because, ironically, the power just had to go out… "Breakfast girls!" My mother yells from somewhere in the kitchen. Mmmm, I'm starved. "Hey Annette, breakfast smells good", I hear Maggie say as she walks to the table and sits down. Jumping up, I head straight for the fridge. Orange juice, yum. Walking by the table, I notice my father already sitting in the head seat, and Beth heading towards the table, from the direction of the stairs. Mom finishes dishing out plates the moment I'm pouring my orange juice, so… They're all waiting on me, well it never killed anyone to wait one more minute. As I go to sit down, orange juice in hand, I hear the generator kick on. The kitchen lights flicker on a second later. YAY! I could hardly see what color my orange juice is... Ahh, the irony. Don't ask me why, but we always get up before dawn, so it's always pitch black, without lights.

"Let us pray", as my father speaks, all of us bow our heads and close our eyes. "Dear Lord, we thank you for today. For our blessed farm, for protecting our animals from danger, and most of all for sending your Son, Jesus Christ, to die on the cross to pay the penalties for our sins. We ask that you would bless our lovely meal. In Jesus name we pray, Amen." An echo of 'Amen's can quietly be heard after my father closes the pray. While we eat a small conversation starts, but I can't seem to concentrate on it. All I can think about is what the news lady had said.

"Daddy, I was wandering, have you heard about this 'virus' going around?" I twiddle with my rubber bracelet as I speak – It's been a nervous habit of mine since I had gotten the bracelet from bible camp last summer.

"No… I didn't know there was something going around… Where did you hear about it?"

"On the news… The lady said something about how terrible it is. And that we're supposed to lock our doors and stay away from the people that are sick, till they find a cure. Said the signs that you're sick are cloudy eyes, uh… 'Flesh wounds', I think, and weird colored skin. Didn't hear much else, since the power went out…" It was quiet; I could tell everyone was thinking over what I had said.

"Well, that's just awful," Maggie says, finally breaking the eerie silence.

"Oh, and they said to lock your doors, and don't go near anyone that's sick, or somethin' like that," I say with a small frown. I really hope none of my few friends get sick.

"I guess it's a good thing we live in the middle of nowhere and its summer break…" Beth says with a small smile gracing her face.

"Yes, I agree, Beth," My father finally spoke up. Mom didn't look pleased by what I had said and just stays sitting over there staring at her plate.

"We should probably have Otis and Patricia stay over here 'til this blows over. Maybe even Jimmy and his family… If this virus is as bad as they say it is," My mother says with a concerned, yet confused look. The rest of breakfast is spent with nothing but the sound of chewing; all of us lost in thought.

As soon as breakfast is finished, us girls help Momma clean up, while Daddy heads outside to check on the animals. After the dishes are cleaned, I jog up the stairs to my room to change out of my 'around the house' clothes (A.K.A. sweatpants and a tank top). Entering into the last door on the right at the end of the long, spooky hallway, I see the familiar colors of my room. Brown and tan cover every inch of my room, from the walls to the rugs, from the curtains to the bed spread, my room is awesome. Ignoring the messy state my room stays in; I dodge all the main tripping hazards and open my even messier closet. Pulling out some dark jeans and a red plaid button up shirt, I start to change clothes.

Now, even though I'm only thirteen, most people mistake Beth and I for being fraternal twins. Not 'cuz she looks younger, she looks sixteen or seventeen. I just look older than I am, to me I look normal, but everyone I meet seems to be shocked to find out just how old I truly am. Apparently, with my hair down I can pass as a seventeen year old; with my hair in a ponytail, I look about fifteen or sixteen… Weird right? But I guess everyone is different.

I pull my jeans over my hips, and slip my brown belt through the loops, securing it in the front. I tug my shirt off over my head, and push my arms through the sleeves of my new one. As I finish buttoning it, I hear a knock at the front door. Ignoring it, I roll my sleeves up to my elbows, and slip on my old rugged boots. Hearing people laughing downstairs lets me know it's probably Jimmy, Beth's boyfriend. Man that girl is head over heels for that boy, it's cute and all to see her puppy dog eyes when he is around (Specially since he has them around her too), I promise myself right here and now, I will not let myself get so strung up on a guy that I forget who's around; like Beth seems to do.

With an over dramatic sigh; I walk downstairs as I brush my hair back into a sleek ponytail. Next to my Bible Camp bracelet, I always have a rubber band on my wrist. Don't know why, just always do.

When I walk into the living room where everyone is gathered (Mom, Dad, Maggie, Beth, and Jimmy), I set my brush on the coffee table. "Daddy, can I go ride?" When I call him 'Daddy' instead of 'Dad' or 'Father', he usually melts.

"Yeah, just stay close, and, please, don't get on Nessie today. I don't need you hurt right now." Dang it, it's like he read my mind…

"Alright, I'll ride Cain," I say with a small pout. Cain wasn't as fun as Nessie… Why? 'Cuz he is tame, Nessie jumped at everything, and call me crazy, but I loved to ride her because every time she jumped and I didn't fall off, I learned to be a better rider. I wave a small hand at everyone as I walk out the front door. On my way to the stables, I stop at the chicken coop. We have about thirty chickens all together. Two of which are roosters, luckily one of them is really young so they don't fight… Yet. While still walking, I bend down and pick up my beautiful, hand-raised chicken. She looks a little different than the other chickens, considering she's a darker color red, and she's missing some feather off the back. She was one of our first chickens, and lost her feathers to a hawk trying to pick up the chicks. The hawk must have been young, 'cuz it missed the babies and hit my chicken instead. It wasn't big enough to pick her up though, just tried to. It pulled out a few feathers that for some strange reason never grew back. She squawks in my arms, as we walk. I stroke her feathers as we reach the barn, I set her down on a table next to the door of the stables. See we have two barns, one that's open on the inside, so it's kinda like a small arena; and one that's a little smaller and is just filled with stalls. Right now I'm in the 'stally' one.

I grab a small handful of oats and pour them in a pile on the table next to my chick. I know you're wondering if she has a name… And no, she doesn't. I'm bad at coming up with fitting names. So, I just call her 'chick' or chicky'.

I whistle, and all the horses come galloping up to the gates. We have six horses, all well trained… Well, except Nessie, she's still young and jumpy. I grab Cain's halter and attach some reins to it. Walking in with the horses, I slip Cain's halter on him and walk out; closing the gates to the walk-in stall behind us. Yeah, we closed off the stalls, but left one open for the horses to come into. With his reins and halter securely on, I use my footstool to get up on his bare back. Oh, how I wish I was tall like the rest of my family. Maggie and Shawn are about 5'9, and Beth's 5'6 or 7, but I'm stuck at the puny height of 5'3 so far… Eh, I am who I am. I give a light tap to Cain's side, letting him know he can start walking.

I call out a small goodbye to my chick, as Cain and I begin to walk off. I wave as I pass Otis walking out to the stables, where I had just come from. Probably going to feed the horses, I think. With a nod of his head he walks into the stables. I can feel Cain's excitement; I know he's just waiting for the queue to take off. I decide not to keep him waiting any longer. Besides if I don't hurry I'll miss Shawn. Clicking my tongue and kicking Cain a little harder than last time, lets him know he has his permission to take off. He doesn't waste a second, going from a walk, skipping a trot, and into a canter. I knew he was going to do that, I was ready for it. Most people would be caught off guard by the change, but Cain's my horse; I'm the only one who rides him. So he knows my commands pretty well. Whether it is a vocal one, or a physical one, he knows it. I've never had had Cain act up on me, he was trained when we bought him. Pretty fearless horse, never gets spooked.

We are running through the back yard, jumping the fence, we're in the pasture. None of the horses notices us galloping past them, mostly because Otis has given them some grain to munch on. Cain knows exactly where to go, racing towards the fence that leads to the woods; we bound over that one, too. Following the worn path to the road, we reach the edge of the woods. Slowing down, we wait. Wait for what? Shawn, he should be here any second. It's our unspoken agreement, that anytime he spends the night at a friend's house, like he did last night, then I meet him here; and we race back.

A honk of a horn catches our attention. We can't see him yet, but we move into position; and take off, speeding down the side of the road. Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not on the road, but in the grass beside it. A flash of blue catches my eye, letting me know Shawn has caught up. Even though I'm caught up in the thrill of the race, I notice Cain's ears perk up.

One moment we're flying, the next moment I'm flying, literally. I land on the ground with a loud thump. Pain, it's all I can think about. It shoots through my left arm. Can't breathe... it hurts too badly in my chest. I guess that's what it feels like to have the breath knocked outta ya. My head aches, too. It's almost like I'm going through a mental check list of what hurts. Suddenly, I hear what sounds like a growl. Even though I'm scared out of my wits, I can't seem to keep my eyes open. I hear someone yelling my name. The voice sounds like Shawn, but it's strangely distorted. Am I losing my mind? Then, more growling brings me back into the moment. My senses are aware of everything and I realize my horse's hooves are thundering away from me. I try to whistle him back, but he's getting further and fainter. The growling, however, seems to be approaching. My head feels fuzzy now. Nausea is swimming in my stomach. The voice calling my name seems to grow more panicked, why is that? I'm confused, thoughts are swirling, mind is thick, dizzy, fog... My world goes black.

A/N: Cliffhanger... Dun, Dun, Duhhhhhn... ;) *This chapter has been edited due to grammatical errors.* Sorry about that. I'm a newbie. -LL

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