So this is a new story.
The Walking Dead of course, which will be set during the show. With some flashbacks here and there. (If you haven't already figured that out yet, aha)
I've been trying to figure out how to write this, and this is how it came out so far.
I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, so let me know what you think?

A small ten year old girl with bright blue eyes and short auburn hair sat on her front porch watching cars drive by her. She waited and waited for her mommy and daddy to finally come home from food shopping. As the morning went by and it became the afternoon, she became frantic and upset not knowing where they were. She didn't have a cell phone, and she didn't know how to use the house phone. And she couldn't walk to her older brother's work because it was way too far for her to walk. She wasn't friendly with her neighbors, her parents constantly called them ignorant drunk asses who did nothing to help the society.

She continued to sit on the steps with her knees pulled up to her chest, she couldn't stop the uncontrollable shaking her body was producing now. She watched the mail man deliver the mail to house to house. When he finally came to her house, he handed her the mail and walked off barely saying a word to her. Even if he had she wouldn't have been able to comprehend what he was saying to her.

"Errrm.. are ya okay?" She hadn't seen or heard the older boy approach her. She had her head down on top of her knees and she was crying now. She looked up and saw her neighbor that she had never spoken to before.

"No." She bluntly answered. She didn't want to make small talk, and she definitely didn't want to talk to this boy. She didn't even want to know his name, especially after all the bad talk her parents used to say about him and his family.

She watched him cautiously approach her porch, he seemed like he was going to catch rabies just by coming near her. "Er. Wha's wrong?" He definitely seemed like he didn't know what to say or do when it came to comforting a person.

"My mommy and daddy aren't home like they said they would be!" She couldn't help when her voice got loud and frantic. She didn't know why this boy was talking to her, and trying to make small talk. He could see that she was upset and didn't want to be bothered.

"I'm sure they'll be home soon." He went to get up from the porch to walk back to his house, but the young girl grabbed his arm. Even if she didn't want him there with her, it was better having someone there with her instead of being alone.

"Can you stay with me until they come home, or when Cole gets home from work?" After watching him nod, the ten year old girl and the eleven year old boy just sat on the porch in mere silence. She would stare out into the street waiting for the white Chevrolet truck to pull into the drive way, or she would glance at the boy. She noticed he was constantly chewing on his cuticles and then trying to hide the fact that he was spitting them out onto the ground.

She was about to say something to the boy, but that's when she saw a car pull into the driveway. But it wasn't the white Chevy. It was a police car. Even before the police man got out of the car, she saw her brother Cole, he was speeding down the road on his bike. He didn't even stop the bike before he jumped off and ran to her.

The little girl couldn't feel anything, she couldn't hear what the cops were saying. She just stood there with her brother's arm wrapped around her shoulder, she could see that Cole was crying because his eyes were blood shot and wet. She hadn't even noticed the boy who tried to comfort her earlier had left and was sitting on his front porch, watching the scene unfold.

After the cops left and Cole had gone inside the house, probably to make phone calls to relatives, the little girl walked over to her neighbor. She sat down next to him, and they just sat in silence again. It was weird but she felt some weird connection to him, and she felt him lightly grab her hand and squeeze it.

"I never got your name. I don't know if you know mine or not, but it's Amanda." The little girl said finally regaining her voice after fifteen minutes of silence between the two.

"Daryl Dixon."