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"Great, just great." Concealed, Rick watched as a girl that couldn't have been older than fifteen recovered from tripping over a log. She had a gun on her belt and a dagger strapped to her leg. How long had she been out here? She wore clothing that looked slightly tattered but not too badly, she had a small pack that didn't look like it could hold much, and her mid-length blonde hair was pulled back in a tight braid that hung down her back. She kneeled by the stream and opened her pack, it was nearly empty. She sighed, and then froze. The leaves crunched and raspy breath was audible. It was a stray walker. Rick got his knife ready to help, but the girl turned around, and in a fluid motion, kicked down the walker and embedded her dagger in the it's head.
"I know you're there. I don't know who you are but I know you're there." She whispered. Rick came out of his hiding place. Not knowing how to react, the girl pointed her dagger at him.
"My name is Rick Grimes. I just want to talk with you." He said, setting his knife on the ground. She sighed again and then strapped her dagger back to her leg.
"I'm Roslynd."
"How old are you?" Rick asked.
"Fourteen." She replied.
"Are you alone?" She nodded.
"When this all started, my parents... Not important. I've been traveling by myself for a couple months now, raiding what I can and finding the best hiding spots."
Rick blinked. A fourteen year old?
"Listen, I have a larger group. Let me ask you three more questions, and if you pass, we'd be willing to take you in."
"Would you really do that for a stranger you just met three seconds ago?" She asked
"It's hard to be alone right now, of course we would. But first, How many walkers have you killed?"
"Too many to count."
"How many people have you killed?"
"Two."
"Why?"
"They tried to kill me."
He stared at her for a moment, and then motioned for her to follow.
"Come and meet everybody." She gave him a small smile and began to follow him.