JULIE POV:

"So to find the solution to the inequality x + 14 27, you'd subtract 14 from both sides to isolate x-" My incredibly boring math teacher droned on. Behind me multiple students kept coughing into their sleeves. I rested my head on my hand and stared at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring so I could leave. I pushed my polka-dot glasses higher up on the bridge of my nose and twirled my waist-length blonde hair between my fingers.

After an eternity, the bell finally rang. I grabbed my math book from the table and walked to my ugly, orange locker. Placing the books on the shelf I picked up my black, daisy-printed backpack and slid my "Hemming; 96" jacket over my shoulders.

"Hey Jules," my best friend, Taylor, walked up behind me.

"Hey Tay," I replied. "Ready to go?"

She nodded and we walked out of the school. As we were walking, we passed Carl Grimes who was getting picked up by his mom and Shane Walsh.

"Poor Carl," I said. "First his dad gets shot and then this stupid disease thing."

Taylor nodded solemnly. "But we all have to deal with this freakin' disease. I mean seriously, people going cannibal is just… Gross," she shuddered.

"Tell me about it," I rolled my chocolate colored eyes towards the sky. After a few minutes we walked up to her house.

"So Harry Styles or Justin Bieber?" Tay questioned.

"Girl, you can't make me choose!" I protested.

"Well I can try, so spill," she persisted.

"Um, Harry Styles," I told her. "Ed Sheeran or Jason Derulo?"

"Ed Sheeran," Taylor replied in a "duh" tone.

"Okay, now let's talk about guys that we could actually date," I giggled.

A smirk spread across my best friends face. "Like Carl?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"What!" My eyes widened.

"Oh come on, Jules. You know you're, like, in love with him," Taylor said.

"I am not!" My cheeks turned bright pink.

"Julie Christine Allen! Don't you lie to me," Taylor scolded.

"Taylor Stacy Dylan! Don't you call me by my full name," I sassed.

We stared at each other for a minute before bursting out laughing. I laughed so hard that I fell off the couch and onto the floor. Taylor laughed so hard she snorted which instigated an entire new round of hysterics.

"We should paint our nails!" I squealed.

"Let's do it!" Taylor replied.

I ran up the stairs to go get the nail polish out of Taylor's bathroom. When I was gathering up all the colors I wanted, I heard a thump on the front door. Suddenly an ear-splitting scream came from downstairs. I immediately dropped the bottles and ran down the steps.

"Taylor!" I screamed, horrified by the sight.

My best friend was being attacked by one of the cannibalistic things. Blood covered its clothes and its hair was matted down to its head. The eyes were glazed a milky white. Taylor was screaming as it ripped apart her skin. Terrified, I turned and ran out the back door. Cars barreled down the highway, probably heading towards Atlanta. Tears were streaming down my face, blurring my vision. I ran across the street to get to my house. In the middle of the road, I heard a loud horn. Seeing the car coming towards me I screamed. Just a foot in front of me, the driver slammed on the brakes. The driver side and passenger side doors opened and Shane Walsh and Lori Grimes started getting out. Gasping, I bolted towards my house.

"Julie!" I could hear Shane and Lori yelling after me, but I ignored them and kept running.

Once I reached my house I ran inside, slamming the door behind me.

"Ivy! Hannah!" I screamed, knowing my parents would both be at work but my sisters would be home.

"Ivy! Hannah!" I shrieked, my voice louder and more hysterical.

The tears kept pouring down. I ran up the stairs and started throwing some clothes into a duffel bag. I threw an orange t-shirt that read "Camp Half-Blood", a light blue denim sleeveless shirt, another light blue polk-a-dotted sleeveless shirt, and striped tank top in the bag along with a pair of black shorts, a pair of navy shorts, denim capris, and ripped skinny jeans. I also grabbed my hot pink converse, light blue TOMS, black combat boots, and navy Keds. Going downstairs, I grabbed some nonperishable foods, a pocket knife, and a silver pistol.

I started walking towards the door, but turned around and ran back upstairs. I grabbed a few of my favorite books and some pictures of me and my family and friends. I shouldered my backpack and grabbed the duffle bag. I took a leg holster for the gun out of my dad's gun closet and strapped it on my leg.

I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Taking one last look at the house I grew up in, I started running. I didn't make it more than twenty feet before I noticed Shane's car parked on the side of the road.

My eyebrows furrowed, but I kept walking nevertheless. I found myself looking in the opposite direction of the road when I passed the car, hoping Shane and Lori didn't recognize me again. Apparently luck was even less on my side then I thought as both of them got out of the car when I passed.

"Julie, are you okay?" Lori immediately asked.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Grimes," I replied staring at the ground.

"Where's your family?" Shane questioned.

I lifted my head. Out of my peripheral vision I could see Carl looking out the window. "I don't know Mr. Walsh."

"What do you mean you don't know?" He asked.

"Well my parents are at work and I was at my friend's house. When I got home both of my sisters were gone," I explained.

Shane and Lori looked at each other. "Do you want to come with us, sweetie?" Lori asked me.

My gaze lowered back to my shoes as I thought it threw. "Yes please," I responded.

Shane took my bags and put them in the trunk of the car as I got in the backseat with Carl.

"Well this is awkward," I thought to myself. "What a crappy day."

Okay, bad chapter. First ones are always the worst. To clarify, this story has at least six different ocs. Julie Allen, Ivy Allen, Hannah Allen, Elizabeth Carver, Felicity Mercedes, and Annie Mercedes. This story is written by two different authors, Ava (me!) and Audrey, my sister. I, Ava, will write the point-of-views of Julie, Ivy, and Hannah and Audrey will write Elizabeth, Felicity, and Annie. Also, this story will only vaguely follow the plot of the show. For example; they will travel to all the places they did in the show, but multiple characters that died in the show will continue to live in this story. Please, if you don't like that we saved a character, don't leave a rude comment. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but being mean just isn't cool. Okay? Okay.

~Xoxo Ava