I hope this is a good start to part two. Came out a lot quicker then I thought it would lol. Chapter Two is already in the work. Hope you enjoy! Leave a review pwease :)


Chapter One: She Like Surprises

Alive in the super unknown
First it steals your mind
And then it steals your soul

If this isn't what you see
It doesn't make you blind
If this doesn't make you feel
It doesn't mean you've died -Soundgarden

Angel stood tall at 5'1 looking at her home through violet eyes that shifted a red as she studied further. The bar she had held up in for winter had been raided and now she was left with nothing but her 1967 Camaro and her wolf Mutt. The wolf walked up beside her sitting down trying decider her thoughts. His black hair contrasting the Georgia sun. He looked up at her through one blue and red eye and whined.

She looked down at him and gave a weak smile. "It'll be ok," she said softly. "We can fix it." She reached down with a tattooed arm and petting the wolf. Angel fitted perfectly in this world with the dead walking around. Her long brown hair tied back with a bandana and her dirty black cargo pants and white tank top matched her skin, which was covered in its own layer of dirt and blood. Her short height contrasted her muscle state awfully.

Her left hand wrapped in a cast due to a broken hand which at the moment hung loosely onto a cigarette. She sighed deeply before getting back in the car with Mutt. She cranked the car back up before shifting it in drive and pulling beside the bar. She turned the key and the engine died.

She jumped out quickly drawing a pistol and motioned Mutt to follow her as she entered the bar. She walked under the broken glass of the door instead of opening it. The bar was trashed broken bar stools and tables cluttered the small area. Then again if she remembered right that was her doing before she left.

She walked slowly up a set of stairs and up to a loft. Everything there looked untouched. A small bed with dusty sheets stood in the corner beside a small nightstand. She turned around and fled back down the stairs quickly. A lone door stood beside the bar and she went in it. It was dark in the small room so she pulled out a lighter and tried lighting it with her broken hand. When she couldn't she holstered her pistol beside her belt and lit it. All the food and water she had left behind had been taken. She gave a frustrated sigh and left the room.

She gave a side ways glance to the bar. Some of the bottles had been taken as well but most were left behind. She smiled at that. She looked back to Mutt with a goofy grin. "Hey check it out," she said pointing to the bottles. "They left me some booze." Mutt gave a grunt laying lazily out on the floor. Even he knew she had a drinking problem. She let her smile fade and walked back under the glass returning outside.

She pulled her keys out the ignition and walked around to the back of the blacked out car. She opened the trunk and grabbed up several bags and pulled them all on before locking up her car and returning inside.

The town around her was like a ghost town. Silent and void of life, even the dead found it useless to walk around looking for food. Angel barricaded the broken door with several broken chairs and tables. She carried all the bags up to the loft and set them all down. She then began plundered through a bag of weapons and ammo and pulled out several boxes of bullets and some clips. She placed them on the bed before sitting down beside them. She then began stripping all her weapons off; an automatic shotgun with a strap, a hunting rifle, two pistols, a hunting knife, and a set of dual machetes to complete the arsenal.

She loaded the guns and set them aside before burying her face in her hands. She sniffed hard looking back up and out a lone window across the room by the staircase. After she had killed her boss she thought everything needed to be done was complete. She'd be ready to call it quits and enjoy the rest of her life in the new world with a bottle and her faithful companion.

A lot of things still haunted her mind. Things she should've let go a long time ago. The little girl she had saved nearly a year ago still played tricks on her. In all honesty she had a right to worry about her, even though she was handed off to a good group of people all kind of things could've happened. That still bothered her. She had no idea what became of the child.

Angel fell back into the dusty sheets remembering those people and Jewel. Part of her told herself they had died, another part made her believe they were all alive. She missed another certain someone from that group. His name was Daryl Dixon and she hated him one minute and loved him the next. Part of the reason she missed him was that she now had no one to argue with like they could. Another reason was she missed the emotions that dumb man could make her feel.

Jewel had to be safe because he promised her so long ago. He would never break his promise; would he? Angel threw all those thoughts aside when she heard banging down stairs. Next thing Mutt quickly crept up the stairs quietly and took refuge under the bed. Angel stood then clipping her hunting knife on her belt and grabbed her pistol. She stood then making no sounds. She crept down the stairs silently.

She stopped and peeked around seeing three men standing around studying the place. Two of them were nothing to remember. The other she had to take note of considering the rig her had on his arm. He had lost his hand and had a bike muffler strapped over it that had a knife attached to the end.

"There's no one here Merle," one of the men said carrying an assault rifle. The man with the missing hand turned.

"That car out there says other wise. It's all locked up too," Merle replied and started walking up to the bar. Angel ducked back further as she watched. He took a seat grabbing a bottle. The other two men stayed near the door cautiously. Angel climbed up the wall grabbing onto the rafters. She pulled herself on top of one with a bit of effort. She then crept across them making her way to the two men as they held a small conversation.

She thought of her next move as she starred down at them. What to do now? Without thinking it over a second time she jumped down digging her combat boots into their backs. They shot a few bullets off in surprise. Before they had time to react Angel knocked them out with the back of her pistol.

Merle turned from the bar and Angel aimed her pistol at him with a frown. "Who told you that you could come into my house?" Angel questioned angrily.

"Wow baby!" He threw his hands up in surrender. "We were just looking for a good time. It's a bar after all."

"Get out." She motioned at the door. "Or I'll kill you." She glared at him and he returned the gesture with a small smile. She didn't like the man but something was awfully familiar about him. She let the thought slip away as he made no attempt to leave. "Don't make me shoot you."

"What we can't have a drink together? Get to know each other." He winked at her still letting his arms hang in the hair. She gave a disgusted frown taking a step forward.

"Don't kill her," he said looking past her. She cocked an eyebrow and heard the footsteps behind her but she couldn't move fast enough. The man had aimed the blade to go into the back of head but she moved in the last second causing the blade to plunge near her shoulder.

She yelled angrily before shooting the man in the head then the other in less then a second. She turned back to Merle with gritted teeth. He had pulled his gun out and had it pointed at her. The only thing that stopped him from pulling the trigger was that she had her gun aimed at him. She gave a small smirk using her limp hand to grab where the knife bulged from her shoulder. She tried pulling it out but her hand didn't have the strength to remove the nuisance.

She let her arm fall back at her side biting her lip against the pain. She gave a loud whistle and the man cocked his eyebrow in curiosity as she smiled evilly. "You came into the wrong house asshole," she said. Mutt lunged from behind the bar taking the man down and began biting him while growling. Angel laughed at the gruesome scene before running to the stairs calling Mutt away. They quickly descended the stairs and barricaded the door. She slapped herself on the forehead as she slumped down on the bed facing the door. Why didn't she kill the asshole?

She shrugged the thought off before placing the gun beside her and reached around pulling the knife from her shoulder. She gave a loud yell against the pain as a tear drooled down her cheek. "Fuck," she mumbled throwing the knife and it stuck into the wall. She quickly took a rag from one of the bags and tied it over the wound the best she could manage with one hand. Mutt sat in front of her protectively, starring at the door.

He would look back ever so often to check on her but he didn't let his main interest go unattended for long. Angel finally stood after a long silent moment. This was making her extremely uneasy. The man could be any where by now. She quickly grabbed up a rifle beside her and walked over to a corner in the room.

A long string hung down from the ceiling and she pulled it, stepping out of the way when a small set of steps fell. She climbed them with Mutt following closely behind her. She walked to the edge of the roof perching herself. She brought the rifle up winching against the effort to hold the heavy gun up with her hurt hand. She spotted the man running towards the woods. She gave a warning shot which kicked up a cloud of dirt by his feet.

He didn't turn to look as Angel laughed softly. Her laughter faded though and was replaced by a frown. She looked at Mutt with sad blue eyes. "What are we going to now?" She asked him resting the rifle strap on her good shoulder. "We can leave in case he brings more people back or we can leave and find another home. Your call buddy." The dog turned his head back at the opening in the roof. He starred at it for a few moments.

He then looked back at her before standing and walking towards the hole. He disappeared and she understood what he wanted. She sighed and frustration oozed out with it. She stood then and descended the steps back into the loft. She closed the hole up and removed the barricade from the door with her foot. She then grabbed up all the bags once again and took them downstairs.

She stopped long enough to grab up all the bottles that had some booze left in them before she loaded all her belongings in the car. She stopped and ran back inside taking the single pillow off the bed and the sheets. She stopped once more glancing over a rug that she had never noticed before standing up in the corner. She grabbed that to and took it out to the car. She slammed the trunk down and leaned against the car.

Mutt jumped in the car as she looked over the bar one more time sighing. He gave an anxious bark and she turned looking at him through the windshield. "Ok buddy . . . I'm coming," she said softly. She pushed herself away from the car and jumped in the driver's seat.

She dug in one of the many pockets of her pants and pulled out the key and slammed them in the ignition. She turned the key halfway and a Soundgarden song came blasting from the speakers. She had to laugh before she cranked the car and it roared to life. She threw the transmission in reverse kicking up dirt before the tries touched the pavement. She quickly threw it in drive before speeding off as the tires screeched against the asphalt.

A few hours later she found herself parked on the side of a dirt road smoking a cigarette, drinking a bottle of Captain Morgan, and blasting a Sound garden album on her cd player. She had let Mutt out to pee and he came running jumping back in the car over her lap wagging his tail happily. "Did you get it all out?" she asked and he yipped smiling at her.

She smiled at him enjoying the small buzz she was getting. For a moment she forget about the dead walking around. She felt like a teenager again except her child hood friend wasn't there. It was the only thing missing, not that Mutt didn't do the role justice. She still felt lonely.

Her heart skipped a beat when gunfire met her ears. By the sound of it was a battle. She let her curiosity get the better of her and slammed the door shut before cranking the car and speeding in the direction. She turned the radio off and followed the sounds. The dirt road led right to a prison and she rolled up near the fence seeing some people farther in the prison yard.

She starred at the movement of the people for a short moment as the gunfire continued. She cut the car off. "Stay here!" she ordered Mutt. Before pulling the keys out and jumping out the car slamming the door behind her. She noticed the tall fences with the razor wire at the top. A hell of an idea sparked in her mind. She ran to the back of the car opening the trunk and pulled the rug out. It'd come in handy after all. She ran over to the fence tossing it over the wire before climbing up and jumping down grabbing it as she fell. It protected from the harsh razor wire.

She repeated the same routine until she was in the yard she had saw the people moving in. She stood there for a moment listening. They were no longer there but a pile of walker bodies were. She was about to enter the facility but a door opened near her and out walked an older man with one leg, a Korean looking man, and a young girl. Her heart leapt in her chest. "Glen?" she questioned in astonishment. He starred at her with a shocked expression.

Before he could say anything two more men came running out from another door. Angel recognized them immediately and a smile spread across her face as she dropped her pistol and ran at one them. "Daryl? She questioned grabbing his shoulders with tears in her eyes but her smile didn't linger. He starred at her mouth agape.

"Where's Lori and Carl?" Rick yelled over to Hershel. Angel backed away from Daryl and looked at Rick who didn't pay her any mind at the moment.

"They weren't in the cell block," Hershel answered.

"We have to go look for them then," Angel said grabbing her gun back up. Daryl and Rick turned to run back inside but a loud crying stopped them. Everyone turned in the direction and Maggie and Carl were walking out carrying a newborn baby. They all starred in astonishment.

"Where's Lori?" Rick asked. Maggie looked up from the baby and started crying as Carl starred at the ground. Angel covered her mouth in shock. What she didn't know was that Carol and T-dog were both dead next to Lori.

Rick fell to the ground and started crying and yelling no. Angel stumbled backwards bracing herself against the fence. How could Lori be dead? The woman that would always fix her a plate of food and said nothing whether she ate it or not. The same woman that always asked if she was ok. It was a tough pill to swallow but she wasn't going to cry.

She starred up at everyone and a question she couldn't avoid popped into her head. Where was Jewel? where was her little girl . . .