HI! So I'm kinda back? I haven't written anything in a while because of stuff and well... I left my original TWD 'story' unfinished but I guess I always wanted to make like an official one, because the one I wrote before is kind of like random 'scenario' and it didn't really have a story line, also I always though I could improve Alyson (which is my oc btw) and I think that now I'm at a point where I can make her be 'more realistic' as opposed to that other story.

I don't think I'm gonna be taking that other story down cause, well I don't want to, but Ill be using some of the scenarios from there and incorporating them to this new one in the respective way. I hope we can catch up to the current season early so that means I will skip some parts... Dunno, we'll see what happens.

Also, if you guys want you can follow me on my new tumblr account. My old one doesn't let me log into it so I had to make a new and improved one and thanks to the awesome writers in Tumblr, Ive found my love for my babe Norman Reedus again and of course our beloved, sexy Daryl, so if you guys want to read the cute and awesome stories I reblog then, please visit me! I would love to have you 3

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How long had it been by now? A day? A week? Because it sure as hell felt like an eternity and she was starting to accept the fact of the matter that she might not have too long, at least not like this. She could still hold out a few more days, she still had two bottles of water and a few small snacks in her backpack, so with good rationing, she could hold out two more days, three if she was lucky, but for what? What was going to happen afterwards? There was no one out there to save her, save a bunch of flesh eating creatures waiting to grab a bite at any moment, so why try? Why wait? Not to mention she could only stay hidden for so long, before her humanly needs would need to be taken care of…

Surely she was starting to regret the previous decision she made. It could had helped now… you know, making her keep her life for a couple more days, maybe even a week or more, but she had insisted they could go back.

Her father had been her traveling companion. She sure as hell was grateful he had been there. When shit hit the fan to the point where they needed to leave, they grabbed their stuff and went on their merry way. The city was supposed to have a refugee center, so they both agreed that was their best chance at survival and went on, blindly. Not only had the city long since fallen, but they walked into a fucking deadly trap. Her father being a military man, was quick to process the situation that luckily got them to safety… by the skin of their teeth. It had been a while since that…

Now she was sitting alone in the janitor closet, nibbling on her lip as she tried to keep her breathing as steady and quiet as possible whilst trying to remember how the hell did she even managed to get here.

They had been moving, her and her father, looking for a 'safer' place until they could come up with an actual plan to get away from this hell hole. In the meanwhile, they had decided to let go of a few things. The lighter the weight, the faster they could move, but her dad had insisted that they kept the canned goods they had, along with the water bottles since they would be needed for the journey ahead. Apparently everything went to shit and those where more valuable than gold and so she agreed, getting a few of said things in her backpack while he carried most of them in his.

As they moved throughout the city, they managed their way around the walkers, only shooting when one got a little bit too close for comfort, but these things were attracted to noise like bugs are to light and soon they were getting way too crowded and as if that wasn't enough, they kept coming, from every side as the two of them struggled to reach their designated point.

It had been an instant.

A second.

And she heard him scream…

And she knew. Her mind tried to process the fact that her companion had fallen into the hands of the dead and for that moment she stood frozen as a wide variety of emotions were beginning to overwhelm her.

"RUN!" he yelled

But her vision was starting to get blurry as her chest tighten and her breath began to leave her lungs.

Then she heard it and a switch went on. Without looking back, she ran and ran and ran and her lungs burned but she kept running. Her legs trembled, but she kept going. She felt light headed, but she didn't stop, not for a second or to catch her breath or to mourn over the fact her father had died in front of her in the worst way possible, but she felt it and it hurt emotionally. Everyone she once knew was gone. The last person in her life was shredded away to pieces and she saw all of it, not being able to do a damn thing but run.

She ran but for what? Why? Did she truly wanted to live that bad?

She did…

But for what? She was stuck here without any plan of action, almost as if she was waiting for fate or God, or whoever the fuck was that could give her the solution to all her problems, because no matter how much she wanted to hold out, she would soon fade away.

A noise resounded outside. Her green eyes fluttered open and she inspected her tiny surroundings briefly, finding nothing out of place. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried to go back to 'sleep'. Truth be told, after all the stress she was going through and the lack of proper resting, she was starting to begin she was going bonkers and while she tried her best not to think too much about everything that was going on, she couldn't really help it. What if she was the only one left?

Shaking her head slightly, she focused on her breath as she kept trying to rest, but to her dismay, she heard noises again and this time, she was sure she did. Hell! They even sounded like… running?

As far as she knew, the walkers didn't run and they weren't any inside the store when she arrived.

As curiosity took the best of her, she placed her ear against the door. She could hear a voice, but she couldn't make out what it was saying and then she heard two more. There were still people, actual people, alive. She wasn't alone! Maybe she still had a chance to survive, just maybe…

It came from nowhere. She was suddenly so overwhelmed by the thought that she could still survive that before her mind processed what was going on, she found herself crying as ugly as she could muster, her chest heaving and her nose running as if it was allergy season while her eyes were a blurry mess and then out of nowhere, the door opened…