A.N: okay! I am EXTREMELY new to the walking dead. But I decided to make an OC for it. This fic is only about her death, and you will get the chance to learn about her a little.

I will make a story explaining her life and everything, and blah blah blah. But here's what's been in my mind for an hour.

I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm new to the fandom. Don't kill me...yet.

Disclaimer: I OWN THE GROUP OF MINORS AND KELSEY. DO NOT TOUCH. PLEASE. Oh! And I also don't own the walking dead.

The death of Scar:

Part 1 of 2

Kelsey screamed as the walker ripped out a chunk of her arm.

"Go!" She yelled through the mass of reanimated corpses that suffocated her. She could only hope that the group had heard her.

She knew she had to buy them time.

"Run!" She could hear their feet pounding the ground as they raced back through the building.

Leaving her behind.

To die.

A part of her wished this wasn't the end.

A part of her wished that the group would come back for her.

"Help." She sobbed softly to herself, the murderous creatures pushing her to her knees.

But she had a job to do.

She couldn't be weak now.

That group depended on her.

It was her life or theirs.

She snarled and pushed herself up, her vision blurred only slightly.

She twisted and turned, grabbing and wrapping the undead around her.

"Let's go, freaks." She closed her eyes, smiled, and leaned back, feeling the rush of wind surround her body.

Nearly half the horde fell with her, not afraid of their crisis.

Others followed her, walking right off the edge of the roof.

Everything faded for the girl, leaving her to her last thought.

"It was worth it." She whispered to herself as a the zombie that clung to her shirt ripped her throat out with it's teeth.

She felt no pain, no regret, no fear.

She was dead before she hit the ground.

Daryl barely had time to step back, pulling Rick with him.

A girl crashed to the ground in front of them, her head virtually exploding on the pavement in front of them, her neck snapping at a strange angle.

Walkers and roamers fell around her, making strange noises as they hit the ground, meeting the same fate as the girl.

"Well 'at's a damn shame." Daryl felt the need to say.

Rick waited until the zombies had stopped falling, then stepped towards the body...or what was left of it.

He picked it up, lightly jostling her in his arms.

"What, you plan on takin' 'at with us?" Daryl seemed incredulous.

Rick didn't respond. He didn't have time to before a small group of children and teenagers rushed towards them.

"You caught her?" The youngest girl asked, maybe 7 years old at the most.

Rick didn't know what to say.

But the oldest boy in the group did.

"She's gone, Sarah." He whispered as he picked the child up.

Rick and Daryl led the small band of minors to the prison, offering them shelter.

Offering them a home.