Chapter one

The sun beat down causing a trickle of sweat to run down Trinity's neck. It was just after midday and trinity was walking the fence of Hershel's farm as she did every day, fitness was a big thing for her. Especially now that dead people roamed the earth, it was of high importance for your stamina to be up to standard. Trinity stumbled across Hershel's farm just over a month ago. Her car broke down in the small town a couple miles away from Hershel's farm when she met Maggie. Maggie was unsure of trinity at first, she looked too dangerous. She was stood at 5'5, she was wearing fitting jeans with leather boots up to her shins, and she had a bloodied elbow length black shirt. When Maggie first saw her, trinity had her katana held out proudly in front of her; she had two machetes strapped to each hip and small hand gun in the top of her boot. Her hair was blonde and choppy, barely reaching her shoulders; she wore a hat on top of her head that reminded Maggie of Michael Jackson. When trinity saved Maggie from near death from a zombie, Maggie decided to bring her back to the farm as she would help protect them from the outside world.


It was nearing the afternoon when trinity made her way back to the house; she walked inside as Maggie rushed past nearly flinging her into the wall. Trinity could hear sobbing and talking, she followed the sounds into the spare room. There was a small boy bleeding out onto the white sheets, with a man that she assumed was his father held the boys hand while crying.

"What's going on Hershel?" Trinity rushed over to the boys side and checking him over.

"The boy was shot"

"By one of your men" the stranger sitting across from her looked up to her. She could see so many emotions flash through his eyes: Fear, sadness and anger. She looked at him a while longer before it clicked.

"One of our men? Do you mean Otis? No, no way. He would not have done that" she said staring at the man, anger beginning to bubble in her veins. Trinity had grown quite fond of Otis over this past month; he was a kind man that wouldn't hurt anyone. He had gone hunting with her on several occasions.

"it was an accident trinity, I need you to do me a favour, go get Maggie and tell her to find Rick's family and bring his wife back to the farm, tell her they are held up in that traffic snarl" Hershel spoke in such a calm manner, he always had a way of working through things with a level head. Trinity sighed and raised her hands signifying defeat. She found Maggie in the kitchen making the man now known as Rick a glass of orange juice. Trinity explained the orders given from Hershel to Maggie and felt a ping of pain as she thought of Maggie out there alone.

"Maybe I should come with you, you know. It could be dangerous out there" trinity rubbed the back of her neck while staring at the ground, she hated showing emotion to anyone, but over the weeks she spent with Hershel's little family she felt herself growing fond of each and every one of them, though she would never let them know. She usually chose the grumpy approach.

"I'll be fine; I'll take one of the horses. I'll be back before you know it." she touched trinity's shoulder and stared at her.

"I'll be back soon"

With that Maggie made her way around trinity and left the building. Trinity made her way into the spare room where the boy was.

"Can I help with anything Hershel?"

"The best help you can be is if you stay out of the way for a bit, I can't be distracted. This boy is in serious danger and I'm afraid I don't have the equipment I need"

Trinity was a little taken back by what Hershel said, her mouth hung wide for a second before she quickly composed herself.

"Fine, I'm going hunting. I'll be back later"