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This is my first Fanfic ever!*YAY*

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*I do not own the walking dead or any character besides Aimee*

Snatching up my bag from the hot rode, I run five steps to the soft forest floor to save my feet from burning. Gotta go get my shoes back. I walk through the forest until I come upon a river, my river. I find my shoes in the shallow end and I shove them on with a slight pop noise. I wildly tie my shoes and listen to the soft squishing noise they produce.

I scramble up the nearest pine tree and nestle my belongings in the crook of the branch and settle myself near the trunk of the tree. I unzip a part of my bag labeled "food". I grin to myself. I still have some cooked deer meat leftover from two days ago. Score. The bottom of it was a little burnt, but I just scraped off. My thoughts drifted from food to safety. I should find my own home! Not some place where I'm told what to do. I'm my own leader and nobody else's.

A soft groaning knocks me out of my stupor. I zip my bag and jump out of my tree. I peak around a tree and see five silhouettes coming strait at me. I step out of my hiding place, revealing where I am to the enemy. Ready or not here I come, you dead fucks. I remove my shiny new axe from belt loop and hold it in both hands.

"Time for a test-drive!" I yell, running towards the first corpse as I hit its face with my axe. I drop the axe and switch to my machete attached to my pack. I run the blade back and forth through its mangled face.

"Who's next?" I ask. They groan in response. "It was a rhetorical question!" I laugh as I swing my machete into the next one's head. I kick its body away to free my weapon, as well as some blood that sprays in my face. The other three are now getting too close for comfort, so I raise my machete and run down the line of the dead. I wait for the last one to fall before I put my machete back in its sheath and retrieve my axe.

I change my direction from north to north-west. I walk a mile or so until I come upon a prison. I run to the gate and grab hold of and shake it. Locked. I go to another part of the fence and cut a hole just big enough for me to get through. As soon as I am inside the two fences I tie a wire around the hole I made. Might as well keep the place nice while I stay here. I'm about to cut another hole in the other fence when I see that someone already has. Looks like I'm not alone. I untie the wire and crawl through to a field. I tie the wire together again and run across the field. Prisoners most likely spent most of their time here acting like it was a hell-hole, but really they were in a safe haven.

I glance to the left and realize some one made a vegetable garden. Where did they get the seeds? An abandoned store? Chink Chink. I turn around and realize I just attracted some corpse's attention. They start to bang their fists on the fence trying to reach their next meal. Huh. They're way more stupid than I thought. The corpses totally disregarded the weak part of the fence. Suckers!

The next fence I decide I should jump it. It's just barb wire. What's the worst it could do? I start to climb the fence and when I got to the top and I grabbed a hold the barb wire. Pain racked my whole body as I screamed, "Son of a Bitch!" at the top of my lungs. I jump off the fence and land gracefully on the other side. My hands are already starting to gush blood, so I pull out a pair of leather gloves that have the fingers cut off and I put them on.

I look up to see a boy pointing a gun at my head. "Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air. "He demands. This kid looks tough. Might as well have some fun while I can.

"What makes you think I'll give up so easily?"I ask boy smirks and holds his gun tighter.

"Because I have a gun to your fucking head!" Wow. That was a little intimidating. If he wasn't so young I would be a little scared.

"I guess you win then." I reply. I set my bag and weapons in a neat pile on the ground next to me.

He eyes me with suspicion. "Kick it over here."

I sigh. Alright, this kids starting to get annoying. "Can't you get it yourself?"

"Step back." He tells me.

I roll my eyes and take five steps back and wait. He takes a step forward and grabs my bag gingerly. He straps the bag to his back and tosses the other weapons behind him.

I do a cartwheel and end up right in his face." Names Aimee. Aimee Leturno."

He puts out his hand and I shake it."Carl grimes."

"Aren't you a little young to be living in a prison all by yourself?" I sneer. His face gives away the anger that's boiling inside him. Seems like someone has a bit of a temper.

"Aren't you a little young to be traveling around all by yourself?" Carl retorts. Two can play at that game.

"I can handle myself, Grimy"

"Not without your weapons." He crosses his arms. You are dead wrong Carl, and you know it.

I'm on top of him in a flash as I pin his body to the ground. He starts to squirm under my grasp but realizes it's useless and gives in.

"The only weapons I need are my fists." I mock. I remove his gun from it's holster and slide it away from him.

"You win." He grumbles, defeated.

"I told you I wouldn't give up so easily," I laugh letting him go "By the way, you never did answer my question."

"I live here with my father."Carl admitted picking himself off the ground.

"Ha-ha very cute," I growl "who else lives here?"

He blinks at me then looks away. "Me, my dad, Daryl, Carol, Glenn, Axel, Oscar, and Herschel and his two daughters Maggie and Beth."

"Now was that so hard?" I ask. He still won't look at me. Sheesh! What a cry baby! "Aren't you going to show me around?"

He turns around and looks at me in surprise but nods his head. He leads me through the door he came out of before. As we walk in he takes the time to lock the door behind us.

"Don't try anything funny." He growls at me.

"Funny isn't my thing." I shrug.

Carl begins to lead me down Cell block-C when someone interrupts us.

"Who is this?" A strange bearded man asks.