Hey everyone so this is my first walking dead fanfic. Me and my friend have been working on it together and came up with this idea after being very excite and angry watching the new season and were ranting to each other after an exam. So here you go hope you like it.

summary: It's been four years since the dead started rising. Since the dead started walking. Everyone has just about given up all hope on ever finding a cure, until now… Stitch is a 15 year old girl who holds the key to the cure. She's immune to the bite. For now she's all alone, with no hope of ever surviving but still has every intention of helping people. When Rick and his group of survivors find her and embark on the journey to get her to Washington, she will learn that trust is hard to gain, but even harder to lose…

Prologue

The names Viola but my friends and enemies call me Stitch. At this moment I am hiding from a horde of walkers in some bushes with Cat, my dog. I have no ammo left and getting too close would mean death and honestly I don't think I am ready to die just yet.

As for my family, they have all turned into those things that now walk the earth. I'm alone in the world and haven't seen any other survivors in a long time. I lived in Georgia with my family, until everything turned to hell. My parents were among some of the first people to turn. Me and my brother escaped and ran away together; leaving the place we once called home behind us, leaving everything we ever knew. I wanted to go back and see if my friends were okay but Matt just kept dragging me along, away from all the people and walkers. He kept us going. He wouldn't let me give up. That didn't last though, he lost faith quickly and struggled to keep going some days, but no matter how he felt, he still made me go on.

We found Cat, my dog, a couple weeks after our parents turned. I begged Matt to let me keep him. It took some convincing but the dog proved to be helpful. He was a big Rottweiler so no one even tried to cross us. Despite how scary looking he is, Cat's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

Later on we met up with Matt's girlfriend, Cecilia. She was bit not long after, she almost turned on us, should have noticed sooner. Then about three or so months ago my brother turned too. Everything went to shit so quickly. I barely had time to think about what to do next.

So that is, or well... was basically my life. So I'm currently curled up in a bush after I saw a horde of dead coming this way, so I hid, and now I'm too scared to move. I have been bit twice before but that was months ago. I should be dead but I'm not. I should have turned. I should be one of them… but for some fucked up reason I'm not! For some reason I'm immune. The thought of being bit again terrifies me. Every day it gets scarier because maybe this time I may not be able to stitch myself up in time and then I will bleed to death… or die of infection. Maybe become one of them or just gone. What if one day I just turn… no warning at all…? I just turn? That's what I fear, becoming one of them. Those mindless, hungry beings. Well you could hardly call them beings they are just their existing, barely surviving, mindless animals.

They call me Stitch because after every bite, cut or scratch I get, I stitch myself back up. It's pretty painful. A rusty needle, some thread I pulled out my shirt… but as long as I don't bleed myself to death, it's all worth it so that I can survive another day. I'll admit, after my brother died I wanted to give up, just let this all be done with but something kept me going. I knew that there was a reason that I was immune. I knew that I had to help people but how was I meant to do that on my own?

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The Name You Will Never Know

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