Hola (: Well, for one. The plot bunny is such an asshole. Anyways, I've been watching The Walking Dead for a while now and I'm in love with this show. I now know what to do if there ever is a zombie apocalypse …

Oh, and this is somewhere in the middle of Season 2 and will eventually start off in Season 3 :)

I hope you all enjoy! :D

Shit.

That's what everything around her was.

Just complete shit.

She scoffed as she rummaged through another drawer for food.

No such luck…

Sometimes she wondered how in the hell she even went on without any motivation in this god forsaken world. Those damn walkers… They took everything away from her. So she only had one thing to do… and that was survive the best way she could.

She sighed and shook her head as everything was wiped out clean. The only good thing was that the little house had first aid kits and other medical supplies. They also had a nice bed for her to crash in for the night. She dropped her things on the kitchen table and decided to stay there until the next morning. She looked outside the window; it was still evening out so she had plenty of time to hunt. But there was one thing wrong with her.

Somehow, she became sick and she still wasn't over it. She coughed and had a runny nose and even spiked a fever. Hell, she even threw up from time to time. She needed sleep and a lot of it for her to keep going.

Artemis made her way to the bed (which was somewhat clean) and laid down in it. Her stomach growled and she rubbed it, closing her eyes. After taking a couple of breaths to calm her nerves and sleep, the last breath she took tickled her throat and she went into an all out cough attack. She quickly sat up and covered her mouth to muffle the noises so she wouldn't attract any walkers. She cringed after her coughing slowed down and finally stopped. She looked down at her palm and saw blood splattered on it.

Clearing her throat, she slowly slid out of the bed and checked the dusty window to see if she had attracted any danger to her. She only saw one stray walker in the distance just wandering around.

Nothing too bad.

Second, she went to the small bathroom to dip her hands in the cold water to wash off the blood. Shaking off the water from them, she then wiped them on her torn shirt and went back to bed to hopefully get a few hours of sleep in.

A couple of hours later in her semi-light sleep, Artemis woke up to hear harsh scratching and scraping at the window. She winced and rubbed her aching head since she had a horrible headache. The scratching became louder and she heard growling. The sounds made her sit up, which triggered another cough attack yet again. Artemis covered her mouth and went to the window and then stopped, even her coughing magically went away.

The damn window had at least four walkers snarling on the other side, clawing for her. She backed away and coughed up blood again while simultaneously cursing under her breath. She ran back to the kitchen where she left her stuff and quickly emptied out her backpack and placed in all of the new supplies she had gathered, ignoring the next set of walkers growling at her. She threw her trash on the ground and kicked them under the table. Artemis hooked her machete around her hips and checked her three pistols. One of the three was her favorite. It had a silencer from which she took from one of the abandoned sheriff's office.

"Dammit…" She whispered under her breath as the other two were empty… only one useful weapon besides her machete and pocket knife.

The snarls and guttural growls became louder as she zipped up her bag and slung it over her back. She pulled on her boots and placed her pocket knife in its holster inside her right boot. She placed her mini flashlight on her side pocket. It was still daylight out there, but the sun was going down fast… and being outside at night was very dangerous.

Well, time to get out of this shithole.

Artemis quickly made her way to the front door and was about to unlock it and pull it open when she heard banging and growling again.

"Goddammit!" Next exit… She wiped her runny nose again and went to the next window in the back of the house and sighed as that too was occupied as well.

"Fuck. My. Life." She cursed herself and went back to the kitchen and unsheathed her machete, using its hilt, she broke the glass and pulled out her pistol with the silencer and began taking out the walkers quickly so she could get through. Once they were down, she climbed out and took off down the woods.

Well running wasn't a very good idea. She had to stop so she could catch her breath and that's when another cough attack came to her. Her hand automatically went over her mouth as she wheezed.

Artemis sighed as her coughing stopped finally, she started walking slowly , her vision blurring and her movements were wobbly. She sneezed, keeping her hand over her gun just in case. She came upon a big tree and slid down its trunk and sat on the ground, deciding to rest for a while since she didn't hear anything coming after her yet.

Artemis woke up minutes after when she heard the leaves crunching and the sound of growling again. She quickly pulled herself up and backed away, taking out her silencer out of its holster. Suddenly, a walker grabbed her arm and she gasped, snapping out of her tired-like trance.

"Let go of me!" She demanded and spun around, taking out her machete and slicing the walker's head off. She put her weapon back in place and made her journey to somewhere else safe so she could relax and recover from her illness.

She had her pistol in her hand and shuffled through the thick woods until she stopped and heard a chorus of groans and guttural growls. Artemis rolled her eyes and turned around, her expression changing immediately. She aimed her pistol at the seven walkers coming after her.

"Oh God no…" She mumbled to herself and began taking out each zombie that came closer to her. She was almost done until her gun clicked over and over without emitting another bullet from it. She glared at her prized weapon and turned around placing her gun back in its holster running off from the walkers she didn't succeed to kill. She heard the groaning get louder as she slowed down to catch her breath since she was terribly ill. She kept going though, until she exited out of the thick woods, pulling out her knife from her boot and stopping so she could take them on one by one.

Artemis had nowhere else to go…Her other pistols were empty and all she had was her knife and machete… If she was going to die, then she was going to do it with pride and not like a victim.

Dale was sitting on top of his RV, enjoying the evening as it got dark outside. He looked over Hershel's farm and scanned for any danger. He saw nothing out of the sort…that is until he saw rapid movement to his left. He sat up quickly and snatched up his binoculars, peeping in them to see a small girl killing off each walker, but barely making it out each time. He stood up as she got tackled by one of the walkers. He grabbed his sniper rifle and aimed, he pulled the trigger but it only clicked and he stamped his foot angrily. He made his way down his RV to reload.

"Hey! Rick! Somebody get out here quickly!" He called out frantically as he exited his vehicle. Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl as well as everyone else came scrambling out.

"Dale? What's the matter?" Andrea came to his side as he was still reloading his rifle. Dale pointed out to to the distance and aimed, but he couldn't get his rifle to fire.

"Dammit! There are walkers out there and a girl just got eaten by them! Who knows, they could be heading this way now."

Rick frowned and quickly pulled out his own pistol. "What?" The others quickly went to get their weapons as well.

"Alright. Here's the plan," Rick stated. "T-Dog, Daryl and Glenn, you're coming with me. Shane and the others, stay here and protect each other until we get back."

"Glenn took a look to Maggie and then nodded to Rick. He took a crowbar while T-Dog had his own gun. Daryl was already equipped with his signature crossbow. They all took off quickly down the pasture to see four walkers following after a girl.

"Damn! She's slowing down. What the hell's the matter with her?" T-Dog announced. Rick ran faster when the girl turned around and began to fight – but without a gun. She growled at the walkers while she swiftly stabbed one of them in the head. After that one fell, another one quickly tackled her and snapped its jaws fiercely at her, blood dripping down its rotten mouth. Rick and Glenn killed off the last two walkers while Daryl killed the one on top of Artemis.

"Hey! Are you alright?" T-Dog helped her up, but she only pulled her arm from his grip and backed away, wobbling as she tried to stay up on her feet without falling over.

"Whoa there, we aren't going to hurt you. We just want to know what happened to you!" Artemis's vision blurred even more she then pulled out her knife from her boot, gripping it tightly. They all raised their hands up except for Daryl, trying to reason with her.

"Would you just relax? We're trying to help you and you're pushing us away!" Glenn said afterwards. Artemis raised her knife even farther and she charged after Glenn, pushing him aside and stabbing a stray walker in the left eye. She groaned and weakly pulled her knife out from the walker's eye and placed it back in her boot.

She then leaned over and unfortunately went into her cough attack she coughed up more blood than usual and turned around facing them.

"S-Stay away…from me…" She mumbled as blood trickled down her severely chapped lips. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fell forward unconsciously.

Rick and T-Dog went up to her as she fell forward, but Daryl caught her just in time before she hit the ground.

"Hey! Are you okay? Were you bitten anywhere?" T-Dog and Glenn patted her cheek but she was out cold.

Daryl looked at her facial features and he frowned instantly. She was panting at a rapid pace and she had dark bags under her eyes as if she weren't sleeping at all. She had cuts and bruises everywhere on her.

What the hell has this girl been going through?"

"We've got to get her back to the house. She's in bad shape." Rick eyed her up and shook his head and said one last thing. "Let's move."

Daryl easily lifted her up into his arms. She was as light as a feather.

They immediately took off back to Hershel's house to get the mysterious girl medical attention.

Well… this was written better than expected… Though I wish this chapter was a bit longer. Oh, and I apologize for any mistakes I might have missed.

Next chapter, will reveal who Artemis is and all that !

Tell me what think!