The Walking Dead
Broken Wings
by BackyardFantasy
Chapter One: Wake Yourself Up
Three months ago. That's when the world went to shit.
Three months ago, a virus spread across America, across the world. Life as they knew it was gone forever. No longer did the world belong to humanity. The world belonged to the dead.
We humans, we were just living in it.
See, survival's a funny thing. One minute, it'll be holding out its hand to help you up after being tripped. The next thing you know, it could stab you in the back and watch the dead eat you alive. Keeping survival on a leash was always the best way to go. It was the best way to ensure that you wouldn't be on the menu.
The dead ate human flesh.
They weren't like those stupid things that you'd see in movies. You know, unable to see or smell those who were alive, only telling by hearing or something. These things, these… Walkers. They could tell those living from those dead by sight, smell, hearing, and, although this is suicidal, touch.
All those who survived the initial attack fled. They scattered like frightened mice. It was a pitiful sight.
They were torn apart in the streets. If they managed to survive, they turned only a little while later. They became another part of those drooling freaks that lived off of the taste of humans.
Everything else that happened was nothing short of chaos. Children turned and ate their parents. Parents had to pull the trigger against their kids. Families were ripped apart with one touch. The world was in ruins.
"This is just like the movies." I turn to see my little brother, Willy. He and his twin, Shawn, are sitting around the oil lamp. The two of them are fifteen, and had been the fastest teens on the track team, plus great pranksters and thieves. Those two qualities, I'm not sure where they picked those up. Both Willy and Shawn had similar senses of humor, finding pain to be somewhat funny, especially when people got hurt in stupid ways. At least they don't find this funny. "You know, the group of survivors that live through the initial attack and all that bullshit?" Willy reminds us.
Dean, my twenty-four-year-old brother, ruffles Willy's hair. "Language, little man." Willy scowls and swats at Dean's hand. Dean just chuckles, as if his strong sense of humor never died. It hadn't died, not even in all of this. He always tries to make us all smile. His bat is lying next to him as he pulls away from the scowling Willy.
My little sister, Alison, scoffs at the two of them. Ever since she got back from college to this insanity, she began turning bitter. Her freshman year of college was interrupted for something straight out of a horror movie. She'd always had this strange fascination with death. Yet now that she was faced with it, she turned sour and she began to hate everything and everyone. "If you're comparing our lives to a horror movie," she began, "then you should skip to the part that where the big reveal is that we're all screwed and we're all gonna die."
Joshua, who is twenty-seven, and Kira, twenty-nine, both glare at Alison. She gives them glares. Lobo, our dog that accompanied us, gave a little whine at the clear tension in the air. "All of you, shut up," I demanded. "We've survived this long. We're going to be fine, and you know it."
"Reina's right," Josh adds. He was the most serious of all of us, a true survivor. He was raised in the wilderness, hunting since he was able to shoot a gun. He was the only one of us to handle a shotgun. But since we couldn't find a shotgun, he'd had to make do with a simple handgun we got from raiding our local police station. "We should just keep pushing on. It's how we've gotten this far."
Nodding, Kira agreed. "Ali, don't be a pessimist. Just remember that we're all still alive, okay?" Kira was always an optimist, looking on the bright side of life even if there wasn't one to be found. Because she was the oldest, she kept the rest of us in line. She was, honestly, terrifying when she had to be.
Alison just grumbled in response. She stood and dusted off her jeans. "I'm going to sleep in the back of the Explorer."
That was Josh's car. He was, at the very least, proud of that car. We'd taken my car, the family pick up truck, Dean's car, and Josh's car. Josh drove around with Willy and Shawn in the back. Dean gave Ali a lift. Kira was left to drive the pick up, which was connected to the horse trailer. We hooked up the only trailer that would fit all seven of our horses.
It was a hard decision for some of us. Dean, Ali, and Josh wanted to leave the horses. They thought we couldn't take them with us. But the twins were attached to our animals, the ones we raised, and Kira and I never could've left without our own stallions. We took seven, one for each of us in case of emergency. We each took the one we were closest to. There were six other horses. We couldn't take them with us. I wasn't sure what happened to them afterwards
We escaped and headed south. Our parents had a summer home that was all the way down in Florida. That's where we were going. We'd come from Louisville, Kentucky, up to New York, back to Georgia. We were right outside Atlanta.
It was supposed to be safe. That's why we were there.
I sighed as Ali stormed off. Willy and Shawn both had their eyes on me. I nodded to the twins. "Go on, get to bed. It's late." Willy started to complain, but I scowled. Shawn stood without complaint and his brother soon followed.
Dean looked over to me with a frown. "You're still treatin' those boys like they're just kids, Reina."
"They are kids, Dean," I shot back, a scowl still plastered all over my face. "Just because they're fifteen doesn't mean that they're adults yet. They're still our little siblings and we gotta look after them."
He waved a hand, trying to get me to be quiet. "I'm not talkin' 'bout their age. I'm talkin' about the fact that those boys have seen more shit in this world than I did when I was years older than them."
Scoffing, I replied, "You're only nine years older than Willy and Shawn. We've all seen shit these past few months. We all just gotta learn to get over it. This is the way things are now."
"I get that, Rei, I really do," Dean muttered. "But where're we s'pposed to go from here? I know you said Florida, but d'you really s'ppose we're gonna make it that far?" I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "I'm not sayin' we ain't. I'm just sayin' that we gotta stop somewhere. We're only a few miles from Atlanta, I heard there's some sort of… refugee center or some shit there. We could check. Maybe just see if there's others…"
Kira shook her head. "Even if there are others, we're safer together. On our own. Less people means more resources. It means we might stand a chance to survive the winter."
Dean only shook his head fiercely. In a hushed whisper, he growled, "I refuse to send Rei or the twins out there again. Next time comes around, one of 'em might not make it back, or if they do, all seven of us might die. We're gonna be needin' other people sooner or later, and later, they might not be willin' to help us."
Looking over at the Explorer, I sighed. "Josh, can you go watch the twins and Ali? Make sure they don't do something stupid?" The older boy nodded and walked away from the light. "Dean, you listen to me and you listen good. We're not going to die. What we will do is check in on Atlanta. Me and you will take my car in. Ali can drive your car around, with Josh and Kira, and meet us on the other side. That's what we're gonna do."
He looked satisfied with my plan. "I get to bring along the slugger?" he asked, clearly excited. I just nodded in reply. "Sweet." Kira rolled her eyes, and we exchanged a look. Dean hated anything that had to do with gore or carnage.
My brunette older sister asked, "Don't you hate killing?" Dean just shrugged. He stood and grabbed his brown jacket, slinging it over his shoulder. Kira followed suit, picking up her jean jacket and the blanket she'd been sitting on. "Get to sleep soon, Rei. God knows what the hell's out here at night."
"No, Kira. I don't think even God knows." She sent me an exasperated look, but I just smiled slightly at her. "I can take care of myself, Kira. Don't worry, just get some sleep." She gave me a warning look, but left the clearing.
The minutes passed. They were sleepless minutes, ones that were becoming more and more common. Ever since the outbreak, sleep had become a luxury. It was a luxury that the seven of us could no longer afford. I would take watch that night.
At least nothing bad happened for one night. One mercy we earned.
{ the walking dead }
Atlanta, at first glance, looked deserted. Like there was nothing there, nothing we had to worry about. It was empty.
That's what we'd thought, at least.
Fifteen minutes after we entered the city, Dean and I were driving around, through alleys and other places, trying to get to the other side of the city.
"Left, go left!" Dean yelled. I pulled the wheel, making a hard left as another member of the Dead crawled out in front of the car. "Jesus!" he swore, staring out at the herd of walking corpses just outside our window. "I thought Atlanta was supposed to be safe!" he complained.
I growled a little, bowling a few of them over. "God damnit, Dean, it was! This place was supposed to be the safe place for the survivors!"
My brother let out a yelp as I swerved again, stopping after a gate. "They're doing a peachy job of keeping it safe, huh?" he asked dryly. He looked forward and let out a gasp. "Stop, stop, stop!" The car's tires screeched to a halt, right in front of an Asian boy no older than myself.
He scrambled forward, bags slung over his shoulder, and eyes wide with both fear and shock. He stuttered a bit. I rolled down the window and snapped, "Get in unless you wanna be zombie food!"
The boy did so, quite easily, in fact. He scrambled into the backseat, almost stepping on Dean, who growled a little at him. The boy was breathing heavily as I pulled away, running over a few more of those undead bastards.
"What's yer name, kid?" Dean asked, pulling out his gun, an SIG Sauer P239. The boy gulped, eying the piece in my brother's hands. "Well, if you ain't gonna introduce yourself, I'll go first." He pointed to himself. "I am Dean," he drawled, slowly, as if speaking to a child. "That Reina. Reina is sister."
The young Asian boy glared a little. "Dude, I'm not a Neanderthal," he deadpanned, pursing his lips impatiently. Dean let out a hearty laugh at his response. "Glenn. My name's Glenn."
I chanced a look back at them and grinned. Dean was casually cleaning his gun with his Louisville slugger lying on top of his lap. Glenn was just looking majorly uncomfortable, shifting while near the bags that held the weaponry that we'd managed to collect. He clearly didn't know that there was food and clothing inside the bags, too.
Glenn shifted again, fidgeting with his hands. He looked around. "So… um… why are you guys here?"
Dean smirked a bit and replied, "Thought we'd enjoy a bit of vacation before school kicked up again! Didn't think we'd be stuck here like this, though." Glenn gave him an incredulous look.
Looking back, I grinned. "Sorry 'bout him, Glenn. Dean's a joker, he's dumb, but he's my brother. As he said, the name's Reina. We actually came here to find a safe place for us." My grin dropped off my face. "Clearly, that didn't work out."
Nodding, Glenn moved once more, looking around the car. "Sweet ride you got."
I patted the steering wheel fondly. "It was my dad's once upon a time. Gave it to me for my seventeenth birthday. I'll be damned if I left it behind when this shit storm happened."
"Ain't that the truth," Dean groaned. "It was damn near impossible to get her away from the thing."
Glenn chuckled, but didn't say a word. He seemed to be thinking as he glanced out the back window. All color began to drain from his face when he saw the hoard still after us.
"Oi, Glenn." His head snapped to look around at Dean. "Ya livin' somewhere safe?" Glenn paused. "Yer clothes ain't dirty and neither are you. Me and Rei, we been goin' and goin' for weeks on end. If ya got somewhere to go home to, where you can sleep safe."
Glenn hesitated. "Come on, Glenn, we're no threat."
"A quarry. A little ways out of Atlanta. There's people, food, and protection. It's nice," the boy confessed, twiddling his thumbs a little.
Dean and I exchanged looks. We'd gotten the information we needed. "Okay. We've got a few other people that we're meeting outside the city. They're our family, and they're just as exhausted as us."
Glenn nodded. "I'll give you directions. I may not be able to handle a gun very well, but I know the city like the back of my hand," he bragged with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah, we got it, Columbus."
{ the walking dead }
The quarry was all safe. At least, as safe as it got.
It'd been about three months since we got to the quarry. At first, we weren't welcomed with open arms, but people slowly came to accept that we weren't going anywhere.
At least they were grateful that we saved Glenn.
Glenn was only a few years older than me, around twenty-three or twenty-four. He and I bonded pretty quickly, messing around when we had time, but staying serious. I constantly worried he would get himself killed on a run.
There were dozens of other people there, too.
The leader, however, was clearly Shane Walsh. He was a former officer, a deputy, in fact, of King's County, wherever that was. Kira seemed to like him a lot. He was a looker, but he was also pretty scary when he had to be.
He was almost always seen with Lori Grimes or her son, Carl. Apparently, she was married to Shane's best friend, Rick. Rick was dead, and had left Lori and Carl behind. Shane rescued them and took them out of the city. At least, that's what she told me. Carl was adventurous, and he always seemed to be able to get himself in trouble. Thank God he had Shane and Lori looking out for him. Although… Lori's parenting skills left much to be desired.
Then, there was T-Dog. His full name was actually Theodore Douglas, but he preferred to be called "T-Dog." He was a bulky African-American with a huge heart. He was clumsy, yes, but he was a very sweet person, always looking out for the women and children and always volunteering himself for a job. Next, there was Dale Horvath. Dale was an older gentleman, always wearing this fishing hat, and always sitting on the Winnebago that he drove. He was nice, and all of us took to him.
Jacqui and Jim were two survivors that I liked a lot. Jacqui became pretty close to Kira pretty quickly, and soon enough, the two were chatting it up like they'd been best friends for years. Jim and Josh also got along relatively fast, although both of them were kind of quiet, so there was never a lot of conversation going on when those two were together.
Andrea and Amy Smith were two girls, sisters, in the camp. L, They were saved by Dale when Atlanta went down. Andrea was born twelve years before her sister, but the two were all they had left now. Andrea and Jacqui were a group, and Kira fit in with the women pretty quickly. Amy, however, became closest to Dean. Amy was young, blonde, and beautiful, and her personality was stunning. It was honestly no wonder that she and Dean got together so quickly. It was refreshing to see.
There were two other families in the camp. One of them was a family of three, the Peletier family. There was a mother, Carol, a father, Ed, and their daughter, Sophia. Carol and Sophia were wonderful, really, truly great people. Carol also hung around Jacqui and Andrea, along with Kira and Lori, doing the chores. Sophia spent most of her time with Carl, the twins, and the other children. However, Ed was the one I had a real problem with. He was a fat, lazy, chauvinistic pig that spent his time smoking and ogling at the women. The bruises on Carol's arms were evident enough; he abused his family, as well. That was the worst.
The other family that I got at least a little familiar with was the Morales family. Michael Morales, the man of the family, spent a majority of his time with Dale, Glenn, or Jim, or with his family. Miranda looked after the children, including her own, Eliza and Louis. They mostly kept to themselves, but I knew that they were good people.
Glenn spent his time, when he wasn't on a run, with me, taking care of the animals and divvying up the rations of food. Lobo was more or less the watchdog, fitting right in among the chaos, and giving the kids some entertainment. The horses were well mannered, mostly keeping to themselves and never complaining about the lack of open air.
Oh, there was one more family there.
They were two brothers, the Dixons. Everyone in camp warned us to stay away from them, that they were trouble. The older one, Merle, was always angry, yelling about something or other. He was a real pervert, always gawking at the younger girls. He was vulgar, and everyone disliked him. He was more or less on drugs and drunk, always seeming to be on a high.
The other brother was Daryl. He was… different. Sure, he was also an angry redneck, but he was quieter, and he seemed to care about feeding us. But he only ever talked to his brother. He didn't seem to do drugs, but he still seemed dangerous and angry, and I did my best to stay away from him, as well as his brother.
All in all, everything was going good.
"Glenn, you be careful, okay? This is the first time you're taking a group into the city, right?" I asked, looking up at Glenn.
He nodded. "Yeah… it's still a small group, so I think I can handle myself. If I have to, I'll leave them in a protected area and go get whatever stuff we need." It was a plan, but it was a stupid one. In fact, the whole thing was stupid, taking a group.
The group going into the city no longer consisted of solely Glenn. Shane, getting paranoid about the number of walkers that resided in Atlanta, demanded that Glenn take a group on his next run. If that wasn't bad enough, Glenn couldn't even choose who he took with him. Shane got to decide, and he chose Andrea, who volunteered, Jacqui, T-Dog, Morales, and, to everyone's surprise, Merle.
I sighed. "Just be sure that you – that all of you – come back in one piece. Or-or I think Shane might throw a hissy fit and take it out on all of us." Glenn laughed. "I mean it, Glenn. Be so careful out there."
He grinned again. "No worries, Reina. You know that I can be careful."
"Glenn! Five minutes to go! Get your Asian ass out here, now!"
Both of us nearly groaned at Shane's loud yells. "Well, Glenn… you'd better go. I'll see you." He nodded, biting his lip and finally having the decency to look the least bit nervous. I put a hand on his arm. "Hey, hey… you'll be fine."
The young Asian nodded again. "Yeah. Thanks, Rei. Later." He turned around and, with one last glance at me, he walked towards his group that would take him into the city.
{ the walking dead }
"Hey, Rei… Dixon never came out of his tent for breakfast." I looked up sharply at Josh, who had more or less become Shane's right hand in the three months.
I frowned. It'd been hours since Glenn and his group left. Dean had stayed with Amy for the past few hours, consoling her and telling her that it was all going to be okay. Kira, along with the rest of the women, were taking care of the clothing and the food. Alison was attempting to help Shane fix the CB, and the twins were on animal duty that day.
Josh sighed. "Go give him what he needs to eat. Even rednecks don't deserve to starve." In the time that we'd been in camp, the two of us, along with the rest of our siblings, had more or less adopted the same distaste for the Dixons that others did.
Practically ripping the plate out of his hand, I spat, "Fine. But you owe me for this." He just nodded as I stood up and stalked over to the tent that belonged to the Dixons. "Stupid asshole of a brother, always making me do his stupid shit for him… Why do I even put up with him?" I grumbled.
"Put up with who?" a southern accent drawled from behind me.
I whirled around to see Daryl Dixon standing only a few feet away, a string of squirrels slung over his shoulder and his crossbow in the other hand. I pursed my lips. He frowned, looking at the squirrels.
"That's disgusting," I deadpanned.
He just shrugged. "Y'all gotta eat somethin', right? Meat's good for ya. Y'all might as well get used to it, 'cause it ain't gonna get any different from here." I rolled my eyes. "Whatcha here for? Y'all don't come lookin' for me."
I practically shoved the plate into his hand, making him drop the squirrels. "You were out. Missed breakfast and missed your brother leaving for planet hell. I'll take these…" I gingerly picked up the string of squirrels. "… and you eat."
Without another word to the southern man, I turned and walked away.
{ the walking dead }
Daryl raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl go. She'd avoided him up to the point of contact only a few moments prior, but other than that, she hadn't spoken to him. Ever.
In fact, he didn't even know her name.
But he watched, slightly amused, as she held the squirrels with two fingers, desperately trying not to touch them. It was clear how much disgust she held for the "gross" things. Daryl just grinned, amused by her disgust towards what might one day save her life.
He'd prove it to her soon enough, that those squirrels were good for her, and for the rest of that damned group.
He shook his head, looking down at the plate of food that she'd left him. It wasn't much, but it was definitely something. Sitting, Daryl quickly ate his food, and looked up. He'd go hunting again, probably in just a few hours. For now, the squirrels were enough.
… those dipshits better have appreciated that.
{ the walking dead }
Contrary to popular opinion, Daryl Dixon didn't seem that bad. He and his brother had isolated themselves pretty early on, apparently. But Daryl mostly kept to himself, rather than his brother, who was just plain obnoxious. Daryl didn't actually seem too bad.
I dropped the squirrels next to Amy and Dean, who were talking quietly. Amy jumped a bit before looking at the arrow-pierced squirrels. "Ew," she groaned. "That is disgusting…" She frowned, looking away.
Dean, with his pursed lips, looked up at where I was standing. "I'm guessin' that Dixon's back? Or, one of 'em is?"
"Yeah, Daryl," I affirmed. There was silence between the three of us. "What about Lori? Where's she?" There was a look exchanged between Dean and me. "Oh shit. Again…? Really?" Dean just nodded.
Again, Lori had snuck off and was most likely having sex with Shane somewhere out in the woods. It was ridiculous, how they snuck around like that. But honestly, I was sure that everyone from here to the moon knew that they were sleeping together.
I bit my lip. "Okay… I'll go relieve the twins and feed the horses and Lobo. You two need anything?" I asked. They both shook their heads.
Picking up the bucket of grain, I headed off towards the horse trailer. The horses were getting thinner, but they were still strong. For that, I was grateful. Pulling open the back door, I stepped into the trailer. The horses turned to me, nickering quietly.
The twins' heads poked out of the stalls of their respective horses, Heracles and Tora. Shawn nodded, then went back to tending to Heracles, stroking his nose gently. Willy, however, grinned, waved, and bounced out of Tora's stall.
"We already fed them! Leave it outside, 'kay? We'll take care of it tomorrow, too, and maybe the other kids could help us?" he asked, becoming his usual bubbly self. I nodded, ruffling Willy's hair.
He grinned up at me. "Alright, you got it. I'm going to find Lobo now, do you know where he is?"
Willy shook his head. "He was with Carl and Sophia, but I don't know where he went after we started to feed the horses," Shawn answered instead, walking out of Heracles' stall.
I nodded. "Right. Thanks, you two."
Shawn nodded, then added, "Shouldn't Glenn be back by now?"
I froze. "Well, they probably had to find another way to transport all the stuff. You know?" They exchanged a look, but nodded, although skeptical. I scowled slightly at their faces. "Go play."
They scattered quickly as I exited the trailer as well.
"Lobo!" I called, trying to stay quiet, but be heard. "Lobo, come on, this isn't funny! Get out here, now! Stupid dog…"
There was a bark from somewhere in the camp. I stood up straighter and began to walk towards the source of the noise, calling my dog's name. I got several barks in response.
When I finally found him, he was sitting with someone, being fed scrap meat. I grinned a little. "You know, if you spoil him too much, he'll get used to it." Daryl looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. "His name is Lobo."
Daryl reached down, scratching the mutt behind his ears. "He yours?"
"Yeah, more or less. He was the runt, which is why he's kind of a shrimp, at least if you compare him to other huskies."
The redneck nodded, seeming to understand, and went back to scratching the dog behind his ears and feeding him scrap meet. "He's an obedient thing, ain't he?"
I nodded again, moving forward to sit next to Lobo on the ground. Daryl had taken back his string of squirrels and was now cleaning them, by skinning and gutting their small, furry forms. I almost wanted to puke. He noticed this, and let out a low chuckle.
Just from his laugh, I began to realize how different that he and his brother were. Sure, Daryl and Merle were equally vulgar towards the men, but Daryl had never said a bad word towards any female in the entire camp.
"He likes you. That's a feat in itself." Daryl nodded, tossing down another scrap of squirrel meat to Lobo. The impatient dog immediately snapped it up and began chewing. "I don't know how you two can stand that stuff. The smell reminds me too much of those geeks."
Daryl looked down at me, where I was stroking Lobo's head as he chewed on the meat. "Hey, c'mere. Lemme show ya somethin'." I frowned a little. "I ain't gonna bite ya or nothin'." I reluctantly pulled myself up to sit where he was, when I heard thunder rumbling in the distance.
"Shit," I swore. "Glenn…"
The southerner drew my attention away from my missing friend with only a few words, "I never got yer name."
I frowned, my mind still on Glenn and his whereabouts. "Reina… Mayer… Reina Mayer." He just nodded and continued to skin his squirrels in silence, the occasional bark from Lobo breaking it.
A few minutes passed like this. "Hey, Daryl…" He just grunted. "Do you have an extra knife? I've skinned stuff before… So…"
"Need somethin' to take yer mind offa the Chink and the rest of 'em?" he asked bluntly, his voice void of emotion. I nodded. He sighed and pulled a large knife from his belt. "Here. Don' screw 'em up."
I nodded again. "Right."
After that, I lost track of time. I just sat there, skinning squirrels with Daryl, occasionally feeding some of the scraps to Lobo. There was no conversation between the two of us, but it honestly felt much better that way, not having to converse with him.
I kept reminding myself that Lobo, and the fact that he'd taken to Daryl, was the only reason I was spending any time at all with the redneck. He was still violate, with a bad temper and an even worse mouth.
"Hey." I looked up again to see Daryl with his crossbow. "Yer done. I'm goin' huntin', be sure to tell his highness that." I nodded, stifling a laugh at his nickname for Shane.
He didn't say anything else, just turned his back and began to walk away, into the forest where the wild things lived. I just shook my head and stood, ushering Lobo along with me, heading back to where we'd left our cars.
Daryl Dixon, huh?
He was a much more interesting person than I thought. There was definitely more to him than met the eye.
The Walking Dead. Need I say more? This is a Daryl Dixon/OC romance. Rather than just introducing one character, who is the main character, I've decided to introduce many other characters with personalities. This is not only a work of fiction, but a character study. Believe it or not, this will also be my final piece of work for my sophomore year. So it'd be great if I could get some feedback, as well.
The fiction is named for the song "Broken Wings" by Mr. Mister, and that's where the summary comes from. I'll be closely following seasons one and two, but season three will take a turn. It won't take a turn like, they won't go to the prison, but it will differ in character death and relationships. I hope that you guys support it.
Also, I apologize for not updating "Only Human" as often as I should have. I kind of lost inspiration for the story, but I'm slowly getting back into it. I reread the novel and rewatched the film a dozen times. So I will most likely be able to continue the fic, and I hope you guys stay true to this, I really do. Thanks!
Anyways, here are the characters.
Kira Mayer, 29. Joshua Mayer, 27. Dean Mayer, 24. Reina Mayer, 21. Alison Mayer, 18. Willy and Shawn Mayer, 15.
Kira is the oldest sibling. She's positive, happy, and loyal, always looking out for her siblings. Her former occupation was as a nurse. Her weapon of choice is a Glock 19 and a set of throwing knives. I envisioned her as being portrayed by Anne Hathaway.
Josh is the second oldest, and is probably the most well-equipped for combat. He is not only a hunter, but at one point, was in the Marines. He uses two Ruger LC9's, three hunting knives, and a Savage Model 12 F/TR. I see him as being played by Chris Hemsworth.
Dean is the jokester, but knows when to be serious, and he's learning to get over his fear of blood. He was formerly a mechanic. His equipment is a Louisville Slugger, a sawed-off shotgun, a SIG Sauer P239, and a switchblade. Think Spencer Treat Clark.
Reina is the main character. She worked at the Louisville Zoo, as studied Veterinary Science. She's even tempered, and the one with the best head. She uses an IMI Desert Eagle, a hunting knife, and she picks up a bow and arrows later. I like Jennifer Lawrence for her.
Alison is the college student turned bitter and angry because of the deaths of her parents. She's super smart, but honestly, only book smart. She chooses to use a machete and a taser, but she has not chosen to use a gun as of now.
Willy is Shawn's twin brother. He's much louder and much more obnoxious than his twin, but he tries to act older than his fifteen years. He uses a Colt Ball and Cap Revolver, as well as a Bowie Knife and rope.
Shawn is Willy's twin brother. He doesn't speak as much as his twin, and he's mature beyond his years, and he's more reserved, as well. He uses a Colt Anaconda, along with a Bowie Knife and rope, like Willy.
I'll continue to expand on their characters as we go, I hope you liked this! I also hope I kept everyone in character and also managed to expand on some of the characters, mostly Daryl. Reviews are welcome!