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Troy Stratiotes, lifelong friend and adopted sister of Glenn Rhee, Vs Daryl Dixon, crossbow wielding redneck. She just cares about her brother and he just cares about his. Each know they hate the other so why do they always end up stuck together? Fate seems to be playing a sick joke on them. Will these two guarded hearts eventually open to the other or will they ice each other over more?
Prologue – When the Dead Start Walking
*****Troy's POV****
'What in the world…' I think watching the government video I had just hacked, having heard rumors of a new disease. According to the time stamp it was of a brain going dark over a few hours before a red light crawled up the brain stem and the body started moving again. The feeling of dread crept up then so I decide to look for similar events. "Oh shit…" I breathe out finding millions of hits all over the globe just then I hear the front door slam shut. Running out of my room and into the living room I find Glenn leaning against the door breathing hard. "Something bad is happening." We each tell the other when our eyes meet causing each of us to chuckle. I walk over to the couch and turn on the TV and change the channel to the news. "Due to the raise in unexplained cannibalistic activity you are advised to stay indoors and lock your houses. Do not go outside. If you know anyone who has the following symptoms, quarantine them immediately. The symptoms are: coughing, fever, high temperatures, vomiting, and severe hallucinations. There is a refugee center in Atlanta, however if you aren't in the immediate area, please do not go outside. Stay indoors. Lock your doors and windows. The Army and the National Guard will take care of it." The news anchor says before the TV loses signal. "That's not good." We say causing each of us to look at each other and ask "You think?" With that he asks "What do you think we should do?" "Get out of here."
****Time Skip****
Glenn and I share a 'That isn't good.' When the radio went to static. We were trapped in the traffic jam heading out of the city with a similar jam heading into the city. That's when loud explosions could be heard so we climb out of the car and watch as mushroom clouds rise in the city we just left. "Oh shit…" we both breathe out as people start freaking the fuck out. "We have to get out of here!" I tell Glenn jumping over the hood of our car to get to his side just before someone rams into its back end shoving it forward into the car in front of it. "Oh man…" Glenn groans knowing the car was now dead so I quickly say "Forget about it. Let's go." He nods so we dodge the fleeing and irrational people as we make our way to the median. We had just stepped food on the grass when the bloodcurdling screams started. Wide eyed we look back and see bloody and disfigured people slowly stumble out of the woods and start attacking other people. Sucking in a sharp breath I draw my pistols, disengage their safety, and hand one to Glenn. He gulps but takes it and nods, he wasn't that good of a shot but was decent enough. His grandfather tried teaching us everything he knew about self-defense growing up but he couldn't get the hang of it like I did. Glenn said it proved that we were meant to be siblings at the time, who would have thought that that would end up happening when my parents died when we were ten.
We then make our way across to the other side of road to get farther away from the monsters flooding out of the woods but soon burned monsters started flooding from the city. "Help!" We hear a woman screech as she's struggling with something inside her car. We rush over and I kick a monster away as Glenn helps the woman get the child out of its car seat. It slowly stands up so I shoot it in the chest but it keeps coming causing me to yell "Bloody hell!" before shooting it in the head. It crumbles but is replaced by two more. "It's gotta be the head!" I scream hoping I was loud enough for people with weapons to hear me as I dispose of them. "Wait!" Glenn yells so I look back and see that the woman was running away from us. "Forget them! We have to get out of here!" I yell looking around for an empty vehicle we could use to get out of this. That's when I see a couple breaking away from the jam and driving on the side seemingly knowing where to go. "Let's go!" I shout pointing at them.
We make it halfway there before I'm tackled to the ground by a monster unfortunately causing me to drop my pistol. "Damn it!" I yell in frustration quickly flipping us over and plunging my knife into its skull as Glenn yells my name. "I'm okay!" I yell ripping my knife out of its skull looking around for my gun. Unfortunately it had slid under a car causing me to curse under my breath as I reach for it and Glenn is freaking out. He was never calm in high stress situations. I get it and crawl out from under the car before breathing out another "Oh shit." As the monsters seem to be multiplying. "Move your ass Glenn!" I shout pushing him in front of me as I dispose of enough monsters to empty my clip causing the gun to click faster than I would have liked. "Come on kids!" we hear then so we look and see an African-American guy waving at us from inside a church van. We change direction, run over as Glenn gives me the other pistol so I can dispose of them as we go, it clicks just as we get to the van. Hopping in the van I quickly shut the door behind us as Glenn tells the guy "Thanks." "No problem." He says starting to head in the direction the other cars were so I ask "Where're we going?" "Don't really know. I'm T-Dog by the way." He tells us so Glenn tells him "I'm Glenn and this is my sister, Troy." "Sister?" He asks so I inform "Adopted but friends before."
****Time Skip****
In the morning we started setting up a camp at the quarry, it was too dark to do anything last night and a lot of people were still shook up. Pretty smart if you ask me, water and the prospect of animals in the woods. I was setting up the tent as Glenn went to help others with theirs. "Damn Girly. Whata ya say we look for some privacy so I can make this whole thing worthwhile for ya." I hear a raspy and very southern voice say from behind me. Sighing I turn around and say "Na, don't think so." "Don't be-"he starts reaching out for me so I purposefully miss cutting his hand off with my knife cutting him off stating "Don't touch me." As the small cut on his wrist started to bleed. For some reason I felt that he was only screwing around and wouldn't actually hurt me but I had to be sure. "What the hell is going on over here?" the cop, or Shane Walsh as he introduced, asks walking over so I say "Nothing. Just seeing if I had a bandage for his cut." The guy seems surprised but Shane is convinced and says "If she doesn't we have one." Before walking off. "Why'd ya do that?" the guy asks when he was out of earshot so I tisk and say "Don't need Officer Friendly on me and my brother's ass any more than already he is." He grins but this time it isn't a smirk or accompanied with a lustful look but a look of respect as he offers his hand and says "Merle Dixon." "Troy Stratiotes." I say actually shaking his hand once. "So do ya have somethin' for this?" He asks then pointing to his cut so I state "Wuss." He chuckles and says "I like ya, Girly. If ya need anything just come ta big bro Merle here." "I'll keep that in mind when I need walker bait."