this is my first real try at writing so i apologise if its not very good, thank you 3
As I shot the walker through the head I had a flashback. It was last December, and I was running through the house with my latest university grades. As I the memories ran through my head I started to feel waves of emotion rushing through me. I turned to see if the others saw my shot. I saw Daryl was staring at me with a small smile on his face. Thank god I thought, he's finally realizing I can handle a gun. I always felt like he looked at me like the child of the group. I don't understand why, I was an adult. I started walking towards the farm. Ever since I was adopted into this group of survivors my life has been looking up. Lately I have felt more comfortable with our life here at the farm. Sometimes I feel as if Hershel and his family still see us as outcasts, but I allow myself to push the thought towards the back of my mind so that I don't have to think about it. I am the newest member of the group as well, which is still tough sometimes. I still remember how they found me. Rick and Shane were driving 18 miles out from the farm to get rid of some kid. I don't remember his name. They saw me walking through the fields. I think to begin with they believed I was a walker, as I had been living it rough by myself for a while, killing walkers with a makeshift spear I had fashioned out of a dead tree. Rick and Shane stopped the car and picked me up, and took me back to the farm. Then my life was totally turned upside down. I didn't know what to believe about the walkers. Many had said that they were still people, they were just very very sick people that needed help. They were wrong.
This is the story of my life. I like to pretend maybe one day I'll be able to tell people I lived through the end of the world. When everything ended. And people ceased to exist. Before this my life seemed so simple. I had the same routine everyday. And that's how I liked it. December 2011 everything changed. To start with it was one or two cases of people eating ad attacking other people. Then it started happening all over the country. I was living in Boston with a few friends. They left on a road trip and left me alone. I didn't know what to do so I got as far away from everything as possible. For me, memories are painful. Nobody in the group talks about their life before this. I can't bear to think about anything. Allowing myself to remember my parents and family causes severe panic attacks. For me, running away from what is real seems a lot easier then having to face it. This group is the best thing that has ever happened to me. They have taken me in and cared for me.