~ Chapter 1 ~

Violet stared at the clock, which rested on top of the fireplace. It was official, she was losing her mind. The house was silent, not a sound could be heard. Nothing fun ever went on, the closest thing to amusement Violet got was when Hershel caught Beth and Jimmy kissing in her room with the door closed.

She scratched the side of her head and rolled her head back, resting it against the couch. Violet played with her knife, doing the little knife tricks her daddy had taught her before the outbreak, those skills were proving to be quite useful now, but she rarely came in contact with any of the creepers.

Beth had once said the name creepers when she first saw one of the zombies, it had kinda caught on with everyone in the house, much to Hershel's dismay. He held the strong belief that they were all still human beings, that being said, that's probably why he keeps the creepers in the barn. Violet had helped out with putting them in there, and she had to feed them with Patricia. She believed that once you were bit, you were gone and it was the way it was going to be, but when she saw the sadness in Hershel's eyes, she couldn't say no to him.

When the bombs had been dropped, Violet had been in the city. She always drifted from place to place, and she ended up in the middle of the city, on the day of the apocalypse. She really was blessed with luck. Violet had grabbed a knife from behind the counter at one of the stores and she'd taken off out of the city. She did what she did best and drifted from place to place, until she came across the Greene Farm.

Hershel had taken her in, though she could see the caution in his eyes, but she was glad that he'd learned to trust her, along with his family. She was close to them all, they kind of reminded her of her family. She knew her mom and dad were dead, but she wasn't sure about her little brother. He was only nine, but because she had been in the city on the day of the outbreak, it was hard to find him, since he'd been down in Florida with her Uncle Frank.

She missed her baby brother. He was the only thing she had left, she just hoped he was still alive. Violet didn't have the best relationship with her parents, she didn't hate them, but she could tell that they were ashamed of her. She wasn't perfect, she didn't get the perfect grades in school. She just didn't live up to their expectations, and Violet felt like she'd let them down. That's why she was really close to her baby brother, he was her rock and now he was gone.

She knew her mom and dad were dead, because they'd died a year before in a car crash. She'd been in the backseat. Violet remembered the bright light and then the force of the car smashing into the right side of the truck. Her dad had died instantly and her mom died later in hospital. She had only just turned eighteen, it happened just a week after her eighteenth birthday. And where it happened wasn't too far away from the farm. Now she was nineteen and she still prayed that her baby brother was out there somewhere.

The creaking of floorboards, pulled Violet out of her deep thoughts. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at Maggie, who was standing in the doorway. She quietly made her way over and sat down on the couch.

"You okay?" She breathed out and Violet nodded her head slowly.

"Yeah, I'm just really bored," Violet groaned. "There's nothing to do around here."

"You're such a child," Maggie laughed.

"You have farming...I hate farming, I'm not doing that," Violet retorted. "I'd love to do something more adventurous."

"Like what?" Maggie questioned.

"I don't know, just something that's better than sitting on my ass and doin' nothing," Violet glanced over at the open window, the curtains fluttering in the summer breeze. "I kinda' miss the city. More things to do."

"I never liked it. Daddy took me, Beth and Shawn into the city once and we lost Beth and daddy got mugged," Maggie smirked and Violet raised an eyebrow.

"What's so funny, it sounds tragic."

"It was, but the mugger only took my daddy's wallet and there was only a ten dollar bill and a family photograph in there, then later we found Beth sitting with a homeless man who had a guitar, singing with him for tips. Beth said she'd loved to go back, but daddy banned us from ever going," Maggie explained and Violet chuckled.

"That sounds like Beth," Violet shifted in her seat and she glanced at the family photograph on the fireplace. "I'm glad that you still have your family around. I know your brother and mom aren't around anymore, but you have your daddy, Beth, Patricia and Otis."

"You never talk about your family," Maggie whispered and she played with her fingers. "I don't mean to pry-"

"You're not its fine. They just didn't make it, just like a lot of people I knew didn't," Violet flashed her an assuring smile and Maggie returned it.

"Beth's out with the horses. You should go and help her," Maggie suggested.

"Okay, I ain't got nothin' better to do," Violet got up from the couch with a sigh and she made her way out of the farmhouse. She scanned the area in front of her and she could see Patricia walking with Otis hand in hand. Patricia waved over at her and Violet made her way down the steps and over to them.

"How are you this morning?" Patricia asked with a bright smile.

"I'm fine," Violet's eyes hovered over to Otis, who had his shotgun resting on his shoulder. "You going hunting?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna catch me a buck," Otis gleamed with joy and an idea sparked in Violet's mind.

"Can I come with you?" She asked and Otis looked over at Patricia with a cautious look. "C'mon, please?"

"I don't know, that last time you fired a gun-"

"I know, how many times I didn't mean to kill the cow. I promise nothing will go wrong, I'm meant to be going to help Beth with the horses, but hunting sounds more fun, please?" Violet begged and Otis sighed, giving into her.

"Sure, okay you can come," He muttered and Patricia chuckled.

"You two have fun," She kissed Otis on the cheek and wandered off back into the farmhouse. Violet looked back at Otis and smiled linking arms with the older man.

"C'mon lets go hunt!" She chirped and pulled Otis along with her.

...

It was obvious to say that Otis really wasn't light on his feet, even she knew herself that to hunt, you've got to be quiet, but Otis's heavy breathing and loud footsteps crunching everything on the woodland floor, was probably scaring every animal in a ten mile radius off and letting every single creeper know nearby, that they were there and ready to be eaten.

Violet hovered her hand over her knife in her belt. She was much better with a knife, than a gun that was for sure. She always had a shaky hand and she could never aim a perfect shot, it irritated her, because she knew she couldn't always depend on a knife to keep her safe, but for now that was her only option.

They'd came across a young girl in the woods, with a princess rucksack. She was dead of course. She had a bullet wound to her head and Violet had felt bile rise in her throat. It reminded her of the young girl in the barn. Otis had come across her yesterday and she'd slipped from the pole, which was holding her and Violet didn't have it in her to put the poor girl down. So, she managed to wrestle with her and managed to get her into the barn.

It broke her heart, but she couldn't kill the young girl. She couldn't imagine what the young girls parents must be feeling, well that's if they're still alive, but she knew that if she'd came across her baby brother she wouldn't be able to put him down. It would destroy her.

"Violet," Otis whispered and he patted her arm. She looked over at him and he pointed through the trees and into the clearing of trees. "There's one beautiful buck."

"Let me," Violet whispered back and she nodded towards his gun.

"I wanna' do it," Otis retorted.

"Please, I promise I won't miss," Violet begged, pulling on his arm. "Please."

"Fine," He handed her his gun and she jumped up in excitement.

"Come to mama," She smirked and she carefully stepped out from behind the tree. She got down onto one knee and she held up the shotgun.

Violet lined up the shot and she closed one eye. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, this time she wasn't going to miss. She couldn't wait to bring this back to the farm. She smirked and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced through the young buck and Violet's eyes beamed with happiness. She watched the deer fall to the ground with a loud thump, but then she realized what she'd done. She saw the body of the young boy fall to the ground. His body immediately lifeless. The screams from two men echoed into her ears and she lowered her gun, her eyes widened and one of the men looked over at her, pure anger and hate in his eyes.

Otis stepped out from behind the trees and he observed the scene. He looked down at Violet, shame flooding in his eyes. She knew she'd fucked up pretty bad, her heart had dropped in her chest.

"We're from a farm...doctor, there's a doctor there," Otis breathed out and the man wearing the sheriffs' hat picked up the young boy and took off in a run after Otis.

The other man lingered for a second, then Violet was roughly pulled to her feet. He snatched the gun from her hands and threw it against the tree nearby. His grip tightened on her arm and she yelped out in pain. He began to drag her along behind him, like she was some kind of roadkill.

Branches tore into her clothes cutting her skin and face, but she didn't care. Her eyes were focused on the man carrying the young boy up ahead. She could hear his cries, and she could see his was struggling to keep it all together whilst carrying him. Violet could tell that he was his son and she felt the overwhelming urge to cry. She could never forgive herself if he died. She would be responsible for destroying that man's life.

Violet began to panic and her breathing became erratic. The man was thrashing her around like she was an old rag doll. Her eyes were stinging and her chest was heavy. She needed to stop, but she knew she couldn't. She needed to get back to the farm and help out with the boy.

The man that was pulling her, scared her a lot and she wasn't the type to scare easy. The look in his eyes wasn't normal, it made her skin crawl and she knew he was trouble. She just hoped that he wouldn't hurt her anymore then he already was, because she could tell that the boy meant something to him as well.

Violet knew she'd screwed up and she knew that she was going to have to deal with the consequences of what she'd done.

They ran out of the trees and into the field. The man was far ahead carrying the boy and Otis was stumbling behind them. Violet paused and she could see Maggie standing by the farmhouse. The man who had a death grip on her shoved her forward roughly and she fell to the ground. He grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her up. He continued to pull her along and Violet looked at her arm and she could already see bruising forming on her wrist.

When they made it to the farmhouse, Violet let out a scream and she pulled herself out of his grasp and she glared daggers at him. He glared back at her, a deep growl erupting in his chest. She walked up the steps and she stepped inside the house. She could hear the commotion and she raced into the bedroom.

"Put pressure on the wound," Hershel demanded and the cop did and he looked down at his son on the bed. Hershel placed the stethoscope on the boy's chest and he paused for a second. "I've got a heartbeat."

Violet felt relief flood her body. That was a good sign, at least for now. She wish she could just erase the last hour of her life. She should've just helped Beth with the stupid horses.

"We need some space," Maggie ushered him backwards and Hershel looked over at him.

"What's your name?" Hershel asked.

"Rick," He replied blankly. "Rick, I'm Rick."

"Okay, Rick we're going to do everything we can," Hershel said and he began to help Maggie and Patricia with the boy. "You need to give us some room."

Rick stepped back and Violet watch his broken posture. He stared out of the window and Violet stepped forward, but Rick barged past her and made his way out of the house. Violet followed behind him and she saw Rick's friend and Otis outside.

Rick took off his hat and he looked around. Otis stumbled over, heaving for air and he took his hat off his head.

"Is he alive. Is he still alive?" Otis asked and Rick wiped his hand over his face, wiping the blood from his hand all over his face. Violet reached out to grab his arm, but Rick roughly pulled himself away from her. She bit down on her bottom lip, knowing she'd really messed up.

Rick's friend stepped forward and began to mutter words at Rick. He pulled out an old rag and wiped his face with it. Violet watched the interaction between the two and then she looked over at Otis. He stepped forward and placed a hand on her arm.

Rick headed back inside and his friend followed behind him. Violet looked back at Otis who nodded his head and they both followed after them. Hershel was taking a glance at the bullet wound and Rick wandered aimlessly into the room.

"Do you know his blood type?" Hershel asked.

"A positive. Same as mine," Rick replied.

"That's fortunate. Don't wander far, I'm gonna' need you," Hershel said, looking back at him. "What happened?" Hershel asked, looking at Otis, who looked at Violet.

"I-I didn't mean to I-I swear...I-I didn't see him," Violet stammered, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand. "I shot a buck...It went straight through the buck and in-in to the boy...Hershel, I-I swear I never saw him."

"The deer definitely slowed the bullet down," Hershel replied, taking another look at the wound. "Which certainly saved his life." Violet felt another wave of relief wash over her. "But it did not go through clean. It broke up into pieces, I'm gonna' be able to get the pieces out, I'm counting six."

Violet stared back at him blankly. She knew what that meant. The bullet was still in there, and that only meant one thing, pain, a lot of pain. He was only a young boy and she was going to be responsible for making him feel the worst pain he's ever going to feel in his life.

Rick began to shake his head and Violet stepped forward.

"I swear, I never saw him," Violet looked over at Beth, who reached out and placed a friendly hand on her arm.

"Lori doesn't know," Rick said. "My wife doesn't know," Rick's friend hushed him and placed his arm over his shoulder. "My wife doesn't know," He began to shake his head and he brought his hand up to his face. A cry escaped his lips and Violet felt tears burn in her eyes.

"Go sit down," Beth whispered and Violet shook her head.

"I can't-"

"You need to sit down. Patricia will have a look at those cuts on your face," Beth said.

"I'm fine. The kids more important, than some damn scratches!" Violet snapped and Beth's eyes widened. "Sorry."

"Just go and sit down on the couch," Beth replied and Violet turned to leave, but Rick and his friend pushed past her and shut the door behind them. The slamming of the door seemed to echo loudly into her ears and a whimper escaped her lips and her eyes drifted to the floor.

...

Violet's eyes snapped over to the boy and he began to squirm under Hershel's hold. She made her way over and helped to hold him down. Patricia and Beth continued to work around him and Hershel looked over at Maggie and nodded his head.

"Rick," Maggie opened the door and called out to Rick and he came back into the room. "He needs blood."

"Dad!" The boy cried out and Rick's hard exterior broke at the sound of his son's cries.

"You! Hold him down!" Hershel demanded and Rick's friend pushed Violet out of the way and Beth helped her back up onto her feet.

"DAD!" The boy screamed and Rick let the tears fall from his eyes. Hershel stuck the tool into the wound and the boy screamed out in agony, gripping at the sheets.

"Stop! YOUR KILLIN' HIM!" Rick raced forward, but Patricia grabbed him.

"Rick! Do you want him to live?" Hershel shouted back, not looking away from the task at hand. Violet felt hot tears stream down her face at the boys screams. It made her feel sick. This was all her fault.

"He needs blood," Maggie said and the man holding the boy down looked back at Rick.

"DO IT NOW!" He yelled and Rick continued to stare at his son.

Patricia grabbed his arm and pushed the needle into his skin. Violet watched in horror as the boy stopped moving. Rick looked over quickly and the man holding him down looked over at Hershel shaking his head.

"Wait...Wait," His voice croaked and he stared at Hershel.

"He's just passed out," Hershel assured him and Rick stared at his son's lifeless body in fear and pain.

The squelching sound coming from the boys wound, was making Violet want to be sick. She could see the concentration on Hershel's face and he eventually pulled a piece of the bullet out and held it up in front of his face.

"One down," He placed the piece into the metal bowl. "Five to go."

...

Violet sat in the window watching Hershel taking the boy's blood pressure. Patricia was dealing with Rick and the blood. His friend was leaning against the fireplace, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand.

Violet looked out at the dry summers day. When she'd said that she wanted more excitement in her life. She didn't mean this, she'd give anything just to go back to this morning and to have helped Beth out with the horses.

She looked back over at the pale form of the boy. Rick was looking around the room, his facial expression was unreadable to her and she knew that she was to blame for the pain he was feeling.

"Pressure's stable," Hershel said and Patricia nodded her head.

"Lori needs to be here," Rick said, shaking his head. "She doesn't even know what's going on. I-I gotta' go find her, bring her back."

"You can't do that," Hershel responded.

"She's his mother!" Rick snapped back. "She needs to know what's happened. Her son's lying here shot! Because of her!" Rick yelled pointing at Violet. She stared back at him blankly and Hershel looked over at her.

"And he's going to need more blood," Hershel stated. "He can't go no more than fifty feet from this bed," Hershel looked over at Rick's friend and he nodded his head in agreement.

Rick stood up suddenly and Patricia reached out to grab him, when he struggled to stand properly. His friend walked forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey c'mon," He whispered.

"I'm alright," Rick replied, pushing him away from him and he walked off. Patricia went to follow after him, but his friend stopped her.

"It's alright, I got it," He disappeared after Rick, shutting the door behind him. Patricia looked over at Violet and flashed her a smile.

"Please don't smile at me...I don't deserve it...Look what I've done," Violet cried, wiping the stray tears from her face.

"Sweetheart, it was an accident," Patricia walked over and sat in the window with her.

"I could've killed him..." Violet stared back at Patricia. "You shouldn't have let me go."

"I can't control the decisions you make," Patricia said. "You made a mistake and you've got to pay the consequences, but I don't hate you, and neither does Hershel-"

"That boys going to hate me, when he wakes up he's going to hate me, and that doesn't compare to his mom, Rick and his psycho friend!" She hissed.

"Let's have a look at them cuts," Patricia reached out and traced her finger over one of the cuts on her face and Violet flinched.

"I really didn't mean too," Violet whimpered.

"I know," Patricia whispered back. "I know you didn't."

"Is he going to be okay?" Violet asked.

"I think so," Hershel replied getting to his feet and he opened up the door, wiping his hands on an old rag. "He's out of danger, for the moment."

Violet pushed Patricia's hands away from her face and they both walked up behind Hershel. Violet looked over at Maggie and she sent her a smile and Violet nodded back.

"But I need to remove them remaining fragments," Hershel explained.

"How?" Rick croaked and Hershel sighed. "You saw how he was."

"I know, that fragment was the shallowest one. I need to go deeper to get the others."

"Oh god," Rick sighed.

"There's more," Hershel interjected and Rick looked over at him.

"Tell me," His voice was a rough whisper.

"His bellies distended, his pressures dropped...It means there's internal bleeding. A fragment must've nicked one of the blood vessels," Hershel explained and Violet placed a hand to her mouth, to block out the sound of her sobs. Patricia placed her hand on Violet's back and stroked small circles in an attempt to sooth her.

Rick nodded his head. His face flushing white and his eyes burning with fresh tears.

"I have to open him up," Hershel continued. "Find the bleeding and stitch it. He can't move while I'm in there and I mean at all. If he reacts the same way as before, I'll sever an artery and he'll be dead in minutes." Rick stared down at the wooden floor, then back up at Hershel.

"To even try this, I have to put him under, but if I do he won't be able to breathe on his own...the same bad results," Hershel shook his head.

"What will it take," Rick croaked.

"You need a respirator," Otis said, stepping forward. "What else?"

"The tube that goes with it and the surgical equipment-"

"If you had all that, could you save him?" Rick questioned.

"If I had all that...I could try," Hershel replied, not wanting to fill Rick's mind with false hope.

"The nearest hospital went up in flames a few months ago," Otis said.

"There's a high school," Violet suggested and Hershel looked over his shoulder and nodded at her.

"That's what I was thinking. They set up a FEMA shelter there, it will have everything we need," Hershel said, looking back at Otis.

"The place was overcrowded the last time I was there, you couldn't get near it. Maybe it's better now," Otis explained.

"I guess it's all down to me," Rick's friend said from the corner and Violet looked over at him.

"Shane, I hate for you to do this alone," Rick replied.

Violet stared back at Shane. The name somehow suiting him better than any other name. His eyes still looked possessed to her and it still made her skin crawl. She could tell that she was on his bad side and she didn't like it one bit.

"C'mon now, I'll be fine," Shane said and he looked over at Hershel. "Doc, why don't you write me up a list and get me a map."

"You won't need a map, because I'll take you there," Otis stepped forwards and Violet shook her head.

"Otis, no," Patricia said, moving past Hershel.

"I'm responsible for this. I should go," Violet stepped past Patricia and stood in front of Otis.

"No, I'll go," Otis smiled at her and Patricia shook her head frantically.

"No," Patricia repeated.

"That boy needs help...I'll be alright," He assured Patricia and she stared back at him.

"Are you sure about this?" Shane asked.

"Do you even know what any of the stuff he's talking about looks like?" Otis asked and Shane shook his head. "Then, we either do this slow or quick?"

"Quick," Shane replied.

"Thank you," Rick stepped over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm just doing what I can to help out," Otis responded. "I need to go get some things," Otis walked off and then Maggie stepped over to Rick.

"Where is she, your wife?" She asked.

"In the woods," Rick replied.

"I'll go find her," Maggie nodded her head and Hershel shook his.

"Maggie-"

"No, daddy I want to help," She stood her ground and Violet walked past Hershel.

"I'll go to...You have a group don't you?" She asked Rick and he looked at her with pure disgust and hatred.

"Yes!" He spat and Violet cringed at his tone.

"I'll go with Maggie and she can bring your wife back and then I'll stay with your group and lead them back," Violet explained.

"Violet, I think you should stay here," Patricia said.

"No, I'm going with Maggie," Violet replied, stepping away from her and closer to Maggie.

"Okay," Maggie said. "Let's go saddle up a horse."

...

Maggie gripped onto the reigns and rode through the trees. Violet had a firm grip on the baseball bat and she kept her eyes peeled for creepers. She preferred a baseball bat over a gun any day. She was captain of the softball team at school. So, she had the perfect swing.

Violet knew that she needed to bring Rick's group back. It was the least she could do, but she understood that this wasn't going to make up for what she did, she wasn't sure anything would, but she needed to try somehow.

Screams filled the woods and Maggie urged the horse to go faster. Up ahead, Violet could see a blond women screeching loudly, trying to get away from a creeper. She tapped Maggie's arm and she nodded her head. As they got closer, Violet jumped off the horse and she swung her bat, knocking the creeper down. She then used the end of the bat to smash its skull in.

Maggie brought the horse to a halt and she stared down at the women. Violet looked over her shoulder and saw four people running over.

"Lori?" Violet asked the woman on the floor and she shook her head.

"Lori Grimes?" Maggie asked, looking over at the other people.

"I'm Lori," Lori stepped forward, panic flooding her face.

"Rick sent us, you gotta' come now," Maggie demanded, gesturing for her to come closer.

"What?" Lori asked, confused as to what was going on.

"There's been an accident-"

"I shot your son," Violet spoke up and Lori turned to look at her.

"Carl," Lori whispered.

"It was an accident. I never saw him-"

"He's still alive, but you gotta' come now," Maggie intervened. Lori hesitated and Violet glanced at the man behind her. He was carrying a crossbow and glared at the scene before him. "Rick needs you, now!" Lori took off her rucksack and tossed it to the floor and then the redneck held out his arm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, we don't know these girls! You can't get on this horse!" He hollered.

"Rick said you have others, back on the highway. Violet here will bring you back to our farm," Maggie took off on the horse and Violet watched them disappear and when they were fully out of sight. She sighed and turned around to face them all.

Another creeper came stumbling out of the trees, groaning loudly. The redneck held up his crossbow.

"Shut up!" He snapped, firing a bolt into its skull. "Now, who the hell are you meant t'be kid?"

"I'm Violet, and I'm not a kid" She walked over to the blond woman and held out her hand and she grabbed a hold of it and got to her feet.

"Coulda' fooled me," He muttered, pulling the bolt from the creepers skull.

"You shot Carl?" An older woman stepped past the Korean man and Violet nodded her head.

"It was a-an accident," She stammered. "I was huntin' a buck with Otis and I didn't see him until the buck hit the ground and it was too late."

"Your face," The blond woman stepped forward and pointed to the cuts on her face.

"I'm fine," She replied.

"I'm Andrea," She said and Violet smiled at her.

"It's nice to meet you."

"That there's Glenn," She pointed to the Korean man and Violet nodded at him. "That's Carol and that's Daryl."

"Okay," Violet whispered. "Rick said there were others back at the highway?"

"Yeah," Glenn said and he continued to stare at the place Maggie had disappeared off too. "That girl?"

"Maggie," Violet smirked.

"Maggie," Glenn whispered.

"C'mon, we gotta' get back to the highway!" Daryl snapped and he shot a glare over at Violet, before heading off into the trees and everyone followed him.

The older woman, Carol stayed behind and walked in step with her. Violet looked over at the fragile woman and she could see that her eyes were bloodshot and shinning with fresh tears.

"What's wrong?" Violet asked.

"My daughter's missing. Walkers came when we were on the highway and she got scared and ran," She explained with a sob.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Violet whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I should've protected her-"

"Hey, don't be like that, I'm sure she's out there safe, you'll find her," Violet assured her.

"You're too kind," Carol replied.

"I'm just tryin' to fix my mistake."

...

Violet stood on the highway. The graveyard of cars surrounding her. She'd met Dale and T-Dog who were standing by the RV, and Carol was standing next to her rubbing her arms. She looked around the cars, struggling to keep it together.

"I can't do it," Carol said. "I can't just leave."

"Carol," Dale spoke out and he leaned against the RV. "The group is split, we're scattered and weak."

"But what if she comes back and we're not here...it could happen," Carol strained her voice and Violet looked at the looks everyone was giving her. She could tell that they didn't have hope for the missing girl.

"If Sophia found her way back and we're gone...that would be awful," Andrea said, looking over at Dale.

"Okay," Daryl nodded his head. "We've gotta' plan for this. I say tomorrows good enough to pull off stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I'll keep watch tonight, stay up on the RV."

Violet smile at the unexpected suggestion from Daryl. She knew judging a book by a cover wasn't something you should do, but the first thing she thought when she saw him was redneck trailer trash. He was the type of person her mom had told her to stay away from, the kind of person her dad would tell terrible stories about.

"If the RV's stayin' I'm staying," Dale said, messing with his hat.

"Thank you," Carol whispered. "Thank you, both."

"I'm in," Andrea said, raising her hand.

"Well if your all staying-"

"No, Glenn you take Carol's car and find this farm," Dale interjected.

"Why is it always me?" Glenn retorted.

"You need to reconnect with our people and find out what's going on. Most of all you need to get T-Dog there," Dale explained and Glenn looked at everyone, and they were agreeing with Dale. "This is not an option, that cut has gone from bad to worse, it's a very serious blood infection, get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics."

"We do have antibiotics," Violet said and she saw Daryl turn and walk away, heading over to a bike.

"T-Dog will die, no joke," Dale's tone was deadly serious and Glenn nodded his head. Violet watched Daryl pull out a bag and he looked over at Dale.

"Why did you wait till now to say anythin' I still have my brothers stash," Daryl muttered, rummaging through the bag. "Got some kickass painkillers," He threw the bottle to Glenn.

Violet heard a twig snap and she turned away and walked over to the barrier. She scanned the treeline, gripping her bat tight. She couldn't see anything, but that didn't mean nothing was there. She heard someone cough and she turned around to face everyone.

"Are you stayin' with us or are you going back with Glenn and T-Dog?" Dale asked.

"I'll stay here with you guys," Violet replied and Carol smiled at her.

"Thank you," She whispered and Violet nodded her head in response. She could feel someone's burning gaze in the side of her head and it wasn't hard to figure out who it was.

Violet looked over at Daryl and he looked her up and down, before turning away and returning to his bike.

"How old are you?" Andrea asked.

"Nineteen," Violet replied.

"That woman, Maggie is she your sister?" Carol wondered.

"No," Violet smirked, running a hand through her long brown hair. "None of them are. I don't have any family left. I came across their farm at the beginning of the outbreak and they took me in-"

"She only asked if she was ya sister, never asked for your fuckin' life story," Daryl hissed and Violet raised an eyebrow.

"Well aren't you just a box of firecrackers."

AN: Hi! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Please leave me a review so I know to post more for you, because I already have a few chapters written. I'm very new to this, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes and I hope you stick around :)

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