A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, but i've been reading a bunch of Walking Dead Fanfiction lately (gotta get me a daryl fix) and have had this idea niggling in the back of my head. Let me know what you think :]
I do not own the walking dead or any of its characters, however all other characters are my own.
3 Megan
Elissa took a long drag of her cigarette and sighed out loud watching the snow lightly fall around her home. She took in her peaceful surroundings, the moon reflecting off the fresh snow and catching in the bare trees that outlined the small forest just beyond the fence. At 2am, she found her mind still wouldn't shut down enough to sleep. Elissa sighed again and stood up to put her cigarette out when something shot out and latched itself onto her shoulder. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the night as Elissa pushed the stranger away and slammed the door. Blood dripping down her arm, she stumbled into the dark bedroom where her husband was sleeping.
Daryl quietly took in the house from his hiding spot behind the trees. It looked safe enough, but in this new world a false sense of security was the quickest way to a painful death. They had learned that the hard way when Sophia had stumbled out of the barn, when the farm was overrun…he shook his head pushing away painful memories. He studied the house again. It was an old house in the middle of nowhere, though it had obviously been taken care of. The fence surrounding the property was fairly new and the paint looked fresh as well. Daryl found himself wondering about the previous owners but quickly dismissed the thought, probably walker food by now. The only sign of life was a small, handmade cross in the yard with fresh dirt over it. Snow crunched beneath Daryl's feet as he slowly made his way up to the door, where he came face to face with the wrong end of a pistol.