Hello everyone, just an idea that I had to write and I hope you like it. Anyway this is just something that I'm writing because I need to take a small break from my other walking dead story not sure if this is going to stay up or not.

This is just an opener…to show a brief glimpse at the character and story, next chapter will be longer. Leave a review and let me know what you thought…if I should continue this or not.

Anyway enjoy

Chapter 1 "Another Day"

"When your lost in the darkness, look for the light"

The coolness of the morning brushed against Aiden's cheek as he lay awake in his sleeping bag. He didn't want to move, to get out of the bag meant that he would have to face the world that awaited not only him but his companion as well.

Unfortunately there the notion that one could hide away from the day as if it didn't exist, just wasn't possible anymore.

He closed his eyes once more in a vain attempt to capture the peacefulness of the moment when the feeling of a warm tongue licking his face intruded asking him where breakfast was.

"Marley come on girl" Aiden's eyes slowly reopened to see the two year old German shepherd staring at him, "five more minutes…please" Aiden pleaded

Marley responded by putting her paw up to his face and began poking in order to get her friend up, all the while whimpering.

A low sigh escaped from his lips and soon he was up and preparing breakfast, "you know" Aiden started, pointing a fork at the canine "I can make you into a hat, right?" the dog simply gave an unbelieving yelp.

After breakfast was done Aiden took a minute to enjoy his and sat down on an old rotted tree stump with Marley eating her food so quickly one had to wonder if she could even taste any of it.

Flipping open an old magazine that they had scavenged yesterday to the first page, Aiden began to indulge in the old human past time of gossip.

"Hey you want some good news?" Marley perked her ears up in anticipation, "Says here that Brad Pitt might have found true love" Aiden read off the head line with as much enthusiasm as someone could muster, Marley simply yawned and went back to her food.

"Really Marley, I tell you that the man found love and the only thing you can do is yawn….you are a stone cold animal, and I agree"

The German shepherd continued picking at the scraps until her paper plate was clean, and then without missing a beat looked up and immediately went to begging.

Before Aiden could respond the low beeping of his watch reminded him that the day was starting and It was time to go.

"Come on girl, time to move" Marley understood and quickly stood watch as Aiden packed up their meager supplies and put on his jacket, being ever so careful to hide the scar that could so easily get his arm cut off or even have him killed.

Content that the scar was no longer visible Aiden gave a short whistle to which Marley quickly stopped her current task and followed gleefully.

Carl

It had all happened so fast, the gunshots, the screams, the walkers pouring into the prison, the death. It's a wonder that he had been able to make it out alive.

His ears still rang from the gunshots so much so that it was difficult to hear everything around him. But that wasn't what was bothering Carl as he continued stumbling through the trees.

It was the dawning realization that he was alone.

The teen continued farther and farther away from what had been quite frankly his only home for the past year. The place where he had found safety in the place that used to be a punishment for people.

The place where his mom…had died giving birth to Judith. Judith the small glimmer of hope in not just her dwindled family's life but the group as a whole, and now thanks to that bastard there wasn't going to be any more hope, just nothing.

Carl stopped as he felt the reality hit him like a ton of bricks…no more, no more feeding Judith, no more would his dad scold him about something he did, and even though Carl hated it at the time being treated like a little kid, he would give anything to hear his dad's voice one more time.

As the thoughts continued Carl legs started to feel like they were made of rubber and soon after he felt them give out under his weight, he hit the ground with a thud, feeling hot tears run freely down his face cursing himself for being so weak but at the same time not caring.

What did it matter anymore when everyone that you cared about was dead, what was the point in being strong when bad people could still come along at any moment and take away everything and anything that you ever cared about.

The snap of a twig brought Carl out of his self-pity long enough to realize that he was surrounded.

It was a small group of men gathered around not aiming the weapons at him, as if knowing that not only was Carl out gunned, but that he was beaten emotionally and physically.

One of them approached and Carl immediately tagged him as the leader, the man simply asked "So what might your name be?"

Well I hoped you liked it, please leave a review and let me know what you thought

Have a good one.