I was in jail when it started. It being the zombie apocalypse. I didn't know what to think when they started evacuating the prison. I was 12 when it happened. I've survived the apocalypse using the rules from the movie ZombieLand. I know that's kinda lame, but it helps, more than your may think. I also have ADHD and I'm a control freak. Not the best attributes to have in this hell. Well, I'm 16 now and here's my adventure~

I just shot another fleshie. (That's what I call them.)

"Damn. That's the 20th one today." I mutter under my breath. I was reloading my gun when something pins me down.

"Drop the weapon." It says. I relax a little knowing that it's not a fleshie. I let go of the gun and a foot kicked it away. I growled a little.

"Shoot it again." I say as the handcuffs go on.

"Shoot what again?" The man asked. He has a thick accent. Weird. I roll my eyes and throw a knife in to the head of the fleshie I just killed. He put out his hand.

"Any more weapons I should know about?" I sigh and take one out of my boot, with difficulty.

"Why hit it again? You already killed it." He asked as we walked away, with my weapons in his bag.

"Double tap." I said while my eyes darted around to every noise that I heard. He grabbed the chain and led me to where he was staying at the time. I fidgeted while he was unlocking the handcuffs. A couple of people walked into the room. A boy around my age, a man with a crossbow, and a woman with a katana. What a peculiar bunch. The sheriff had me sit down in a chair and had the boy tie me up. I tapped my foot rapidly as my mind went a thousand miles a minute, thinking of how to escape. Apparently they were asking me questions because someone stepped on my foot. I looked up and saw the boy with a very annoyed facial expression.

"Hey. He asked you a question." He practically growled.

~~~~~ Carl's P.O.V ~~~~

Dad's been out for a while. I wonder what happened. We're out on a food run, Michonne, Daryll, Dad, and I. Michonne held out Big Kat bar.

"Wanna bet? I think he caught a deer." She said with a smile. I smirked.

"I bet he found someone." I know that it's a little far-fetched that he found a person, but him catching a deer is one too. Even Daryl played along.

"I think he caught a bird." We all started laughing until Dad came in with a girl. Michonne slipped the candy bar into the bag. We were all shocked that he actually did find someone. She was quite pretty, considering this world went to hell. She had long black hair with a fringe like mine, and she was fairly short compared to dad, so she reaches about my chest. Her eyes stood out the most. They were big, white-ish blue eyes. She was fidgeting a lot though and her eyes darted everywhere. Dad tried asking her a question, but he asked it 3 times. She looked like she was spacing out, so I had to bring her back down to Earth. I stepped on the foot she was rapidly tapping.

"Hey. He asked you a question." Her eyes snapped up to look me in the eyes and it seemed like she was analyzing me. I'm happy I know how to hold back a blush.

~~~~ Main Character's P.O.V. ~~~~

Woah. He looked really... Cute. My eyes darted around his face.

"Sorry. What was the question?" I asked as I bit my lip. My finger started tapping the chair.

"I asked, Who are you?" Sheriff said. I looked up at him.

"Prisoner 88356." My voice was soft since I didn't want to attract fleshies. The crossbow dude looked at me like I had two heads.

"Prisoner? What's your name?" Crossbow comes closer and I scooted backwards.

"D-Don't remember." I gulped. The Sheriff sighed a big sigh. I guess I was a huge bother to them.

"Did you belong to a group?" Katana lady asked. I shook my head.

"Nope. No groups. Always hiding." I said as my eyes drifted off to the window. I saw 5 or 6 fleshies coming towards the house. I turned back to them to find them discussing what to do with me.

"They're coming." They looked confused, so I jerked my head to the window. Their eyes widened. There was only 5 or 6, not like it's a herd. Then I looked back and saw loads more. So it is a herd. Dammit.

"It's a herd." The boy confirmed. I nod, getting scared.

"Daryl, Michonne. I need you two to board up the windows and I'll lock the doors and windows upstairs. Carl, there should be an attic, so untie her and question her for me." Carl nods and unties me. I run up the stairs with him in tow and we head up to the attic. I pull down the stairs and we head up. I sit down by window and he tilts his head to the side. I look around at anything but him and sits down in front of me, so now I have no choice but to look at him. Great. I fidget and rub my hands on my jeans, move my feet around and blink rapidly. Jeez. My nerves are getting the better of me. I was practically bouncing around, playing my rules over and over in my head. I was spaced out until he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"What's with you and spacing out? And constantly fidgeting and stuff?" He asks and he scrunches up his nose a little. Heh. Cute.

"Well you see, it's called ADHD." I say while also sorting out things in my head. I see him nod and that brings me out of my thoughts.

"Well Prisoner 88356. Are you gonna kill us?" He asked. I looked at him in disbelief.(Forgot the rules so I'm making them up X3)

"No. Rule 43: Don't kill survivors." He nods.

"What if they're trying to kill you?"

"Rule 20: Kill anything that has a murderous intent." He smiles.

"So. 88356. What should I call you, because it's gonna get annoying calling you 88356 all the time." I smirk a little and nod.

"Uh, California." I say, remembering in ZombieLand how you don't share your real name. He tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Why California?" I look out the window.

"Rule 29: Never give out your name. Besides, I wanna go there and I can't remember my name." I explain. Then everyone comes up. I jump a little when they pulled down the stairs.

"We secured the house, but we will stay up here until the herd passes." The sheriff explains. I walk over to the boxes and see which one is the heaviest. Once I find it, I lug it over to the stairs and place it on top.

"Rule 18: Always be prepared." I walk over to the window. "Rule 10: Always have an exit." I stick my head out and see a gap between the roof and the window. You would have to jump to get across and just barely make it. Better to make it safer, I put down a board and secure it. I left the window open. and sat down in my place in front of Carl.

"Control issues." I say with a sigh. Daryl laughs a little.

"ZombieLand?" He asks and I nod sheepishly.

"Alright Rick, she's good. Anyone who uses the rules from ZombieLand has to be good." He nods, still a little apprehensive to trust me.

"Try anything and we're leaving you to the walkers." I nod.

"Son, did you get her name?" Rick asks.

"Kind of. She wants to be called California because that's where she wants to go and she doesn't really remember her name." I scratch the back of my head awkwardly as he looks at me.

"So, California, do you know everyone's name?"

"Pretty sure. And may I please have all my weapons back? Please?" I did puppy dog eyes. He sighs.

"Fine. But remember our deal." I nod and he gives them all back to me. I smile slightly to myself and put them where they're suppose to go. I stand up and head over to the boxes. I look through them all in search of weapons and armour. Garden tools, chainsaw, metal baseball bat, bear trap, gloves, and tons of magazines and newspapers. Good. It's a good arsenal. Everyone kinda stared at me as I got out all of these things. Carl snapped his fingers while was analyzing everyone as they analyzed me. I blinked a couple times.

"Huh?" I was kinda dazed after that.

"We asked you what were you doing?"

"Looking for weapons. Rule 18 remember?" I said and smirked really quickly before returning to my search.

"The herd is gone." Rick said looking out the window and down the street. I looked over at him and grabbed some old binoculars that I found with the baseball bat. I walked over and looked out the window. I moved the binoculars down the street and the herd was still pretty close.

"No. Not far enough. They're still pretty close to your cars and motorcycle. They're still moving, but slowly, so we should be safe by morning." I say while walking around, looking in boxes for some blankets. I finally found a box labeled 'Bedding' and threw everyone a couple blankets.

"Better get comfy." They looked at me weirdly.

"Better safe than sorry." I mumble before going over to the corner by the window.

"I'll take the first shift." Daryl says.

"Can I trust you?"

"Yea. You can trust me." He walked over and ruffled my hair. They all laughed a little and I smiled shyly. Daryl walks over to the hatchway and sits. I turn my back to everyone.

"May I sleep here?" I turn slightly to see Carl. He had a smile on his face.

"Sure." I say. He lays down beside me.

"Goodnight California." He said. I smiled widely.

"Goodnight Carl." After those words left my lips, I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Alright, I lied. It wasn't very peaceful. My amazing dream turned into a nightmare. It's always the same dream too. My family dying in front of me, and me getting blamed. I guess it was Rick's turn for the shift. (You thought it would be Carl didn't you? X3) I woke up to him shaking me slightly.

"Hey. What's wrong? You were turning an awful lot." Rick said, obviously concerned. I brought my knees to my chest and hid my face. I didn't want to show weakness, but it's hard having to relive that horrid scene night after night.

"Nothing. I'm fine." He didn't listen to me and rubbed my back soothingly.

"It's alright California. You're safe with us."

"Thanks Rick." I mumbled into my knees. I stood up weakly and grabbed a slingshot. Rick watched as I went out the window. I can't go back to sleep, I won't go back to sleep. I picked up a few pebbles and shot them at a few roaming fleshies. I guess the kids liked to throw pebbles on the roof, there's loads. The slingshot was pretty accurate, but it took me a couple tries to kill them. Just to be sure, I hit them a bunch of times in the head with the remaining pebbles. I look up at the sky and lay down. The stars and moon calmed me. I know I was safe. I eventually fell into a dreamless sleep. Thank god.

"C...for..a." What the hell? Was it morning already? Someone was trying to wake me up I guess.

"Cal...orn..a"

"What?" I said but it came out garbled and sounded like a moan.

"We're going to head back to our camp. C'mon." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. A huge yawn escaped my throat and I stood up. I somehow ended up at the front door.

"Wait. The weapons in the attic." I ran as fast as I could and gathered up all the weapons in a box. Daryl helped me bring them down.

"Where are we headed?" I asked, kinda curious. I grabbed a duffel bag of food and Carl grabbed the other one, while Daryl grabbed their weapon bag.

"To everyone else in our group." Rick said. I nodded, my curiosity not satisfied, and we filed into a car. Daryl took the motorcycle, being the badass that he is.

"Wait… Where's Michonne?" I asked looking around.

"She went off to find other things."

"And you left her alone?!" I said, raising my voice a little.

" has a great strategy and she went to go find some things to entertain you guys." Rick said. I nodded. Rick had Carl and I sit in the back with the weapons in case of an attack. Nobody talked for 10 minutes, so I decided to take a swig of soda, which kinda backfired since I burped really loudly. Carl looked at me in shock and Rick chuckled.

"Excuse me." I said with a slightly blush. Carl held up his fist and I flinched a little. Dammit. He looked confused and shrugged it off.

"Nice. That's the first manly burp I've ever heard come from a girl." I bumped his fist and smirked.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment." We went another 10 minutes without talking and then Carl spoke up.

"So, Cali. Why do you wanna go to California? I heard it's pretty much a wasteland." Wait. What? I didn't hear that. Where. What? How? My mind felt like it was about to explode. My eyes well up with tears and I wiped them away with a sniff. A small sob seemed to escape my lips and Carl heard it. He moved to the middle and held me in his arms in attempts to soothe me.

"Hey I'm sorry. I didn't know." He grabbed my chin to make me look at him. Several tears ran down my face and clouded my vision.

"D-Don't worry. I-It's not y-your fault. Y-You didn't k-know. B-Besides. If y-you didn't t-tell me then I w-would have d-d-died." I wiped away my tears. "My uncle lived there. He would take me over there during the summer and would call me when my parents got into fights. He was pretty cool. I wanted to see him one last time before the world got to him." I mumbled into his chest. I calmed down after a few minutes. Carl looked down at me sympathetically. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and he hugged me tightly. It was… Nice. I only ever got these hugs from mom and those stopped around 6 years since I've had a real hug. It's comforting to know that he cares.

"It's going to be okay, you have us now." Carl said while rubbing my back. I listened to the sound of his heartbeat, and it soon lulled me to sleep.