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Daryl Dixon- The fight begins

He'll never forget that night. It was humid and his shirt stuck to him uncomfortably. He had been hunting, trying to ignore the impending doom on the earth when he herd his very first, guttural scream.

His fathers scream. Merles hands covered in blood. Two rucksacks packed and prepared by the door.

Brotherly love.

–

The enemy was so close, the smell of their rotting flesh hiding within every corner of the little shack but she had to keep calm. A deep breath and it would all be over by the time she exhaled. It was easy keeping an eye on their clawing hands, sharp teeth and oozing, rotting flesh but it was harder to watch their unpredictability.

Dropping her back she turned, her right leg swinging around with enough energy to high kick a walker down. Pouncing she punched her knife into it's decaying flesh. This attracted more walkers, there hunger spurred them on making them seem invincible to her touch. Bouncing back up she slipped her hand to the back of her jeans and within a slight movement an elderly woman with a swinging jaw covered in blood lay on the bare floor boards, a pocket knife in her skull. Executing these mother fuckers was easy. An unsettled grief and anger within her led her closer and closer to escaping.

The last walker fell forwards, it's open jaw hitting the table with a loud crack. Silence at last. The groans of walkers would stay with you for days if you let it, haunting your every move until paranoia made it almost impossible to survive. Wiping her knife on her trouser leg she stepped out of the little shack and looked around.

Silence. It hurt so much. Her fallen had been taken a long time ago and now she wandered aimlessly, dangerously fighting for control back in her tarnished life. Amelia Princely was a force to be reckoned with but also her own worst enemy.

–

Night began to settle over the prison bringing an unwanted friend, the bitter cold. The whole camp of people where still trying to adjust to it's newest members and one person found it especially difficult. Daryl Dixon was skulking on top of an over turned bus, keeping a close watch on the outside.

"I fuckin' told ya I don't want no fuckin' water' Daryl grunted as he watched Carol, a short silver haired lady approach from his right side. Shifting his gun he turned to face her fully, looking at her briefly then back to the out skirts of the prison.

"And I told you to take some out with you, you can't be up here all night getting yourself all dehydrated' and she placed it gently next to his feet. Carol was a warm, inviting person and she saw right through Daryl Dixon. As Daryl grunted she idly noted that his clothes needed scrubbing and his hair trimming, it was almost covering his eyes. Carol liked that he was the manliest of men and that he wasn't afraid to get dirty but it didn't mean he couldn't have a good wash every now and then.

"Anything exciting happening out there?" she asked with a bemused smile, ignoring his scowl.

He shook his head, not wanting to have a conversation in fear he might snap at her and he had done that a lot lately. Throwing the death of Sophia in her face and almost wanting to place the blame on her about losing T-Dog. Daryl didn't really blame her but she got under every one of his damn nerves. Woman liked to test him.

"About as exciting as this conversation" he snapped before shifting his gaze back down to the rifle scope he had been occupying all night.

"Well..."she sighed and he hated that damn sigh, it made him feel bad, for speaking his damn mind. "I have other things to do, night" and he could hear the hurt. Turning slightly to apologise his leg kicked the container of water and it splashed into her face. He wasn't even shocked, it was oddly satisfying watching the shock and anger on her face. He wasn't the only one frustrated.

Carol stormed off before he could even say anything.

Daryl sat there for a minute longer, watching the water drip from the bus and onto to ground. A flash back of Merle, his older brother staring at him from across the way with dark blood dripping from his chin. Daryl resisted the boiling rage turned back onto his stomach and focused on watching the walkers. He didn't care if Carol never spoke to him again, he deserved it.

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The sun woke Amelia with a start and she reached for her knife, a long jagged weapon that could gut a man within five seconds and jumped from the tiny cave. She was safe. Last night had been particularly bad for her, walkers had been passing by through the area non-stop, their groans haunting her scrambled sleep. Today was different for her also, her brain felt fuzzy and drained of any energy and her gaze darted all over the place.

Amelia had to move, she had to find a pharmacy in the closest town in hopes that she could sort her problem before it got her killed. That tickled her sadistic bone really, she knew nobody was long for this world and the irony alone could kill her. Picking up her backpack she began her hike into the next town, in hopes of finding a car and peace.

–

It wasn't long until she entered the deserted town, discarding of a few stray walkers as she warily made her way in. This would have been a nice town three years ago, she could imagine family businesses blossoming, settling down, retiring and general life all thriving her. Now all she could smell was putrid flesh and fear. The first spoil of the day was a dark red SUV which held a little fuel and the original keys in the glove box. Amelia's nerves settled, she knew if the town swarmed quickly with starving freaks she could make her get away.

A short distance away lay a food store and a pharmacy, relief spread through Amelia like a warm hug on a cold day until a walker stumbled out of it's broken door. Almost as if the wind had blown in it's direction it caught her scent, honing in on her but she wasn't worried. Strolling up to the rotten freak she began to plan her assault, looking to it's arms she noticed one was missing and almost smiled at how easy it was going to be. Nothing was ever that easy as she heard the soft growl of a car engine.

"Shit" she hissed, quickly planting her knife in the walkers left eye socket, pulling it into the side of the road and then disappearing behind a bin. It took her all of two seconds to press herself into a tiny space of the bin and the wall, listening for the car to stop. Her instincts where right, it stopped just where she stood a minute ago and she heard voices.

"I swear I just saw someone Glenn, stood right here!" she heard a young woman hiss, peering around the bin she noticed a couple, covered in dirt. The young girl she guessed was early twenties and the guy probably a little younger than her. Easy.

"It was probably a walker, just keep an eye out okay?" he grabbed her hand, trying to soothe her discomfort.

Snatching her hand away she hissed "When don't I?' and he shook his head, turned and made his way into the beat up store. Amelia didn't like being in a town longer than she had too and this couple where making everything harder than it had to be.

Do it, take em' out.

Angrily shoving her knife into her back pocket she began to walk towards the back of the store, in hopes that she could sneak in and sneak out without having to come to blows with this innocent enough couple.

Trust no one bitch, they'll slit your throat in a heart beat and you'll just let em'.

Amelia had just made it to the back entrance and checked to see if it was walker safe, sighing with relief she pried herself into the large exit. There was only one thing left on her list and she would be damned if she didn't get it, literally.

It was only when she was faced with a dark corridor did her heart beat quicken. You cant face your worst enemy in the dark. It didn't take long for her to recognise the harrowing groans and the dragging of limbs.

Sweat pooled at her palms and her breathing almost stopped as she slowly backed out of the door, her hands shakily reaching out for the handle. As soon as the light hit the room she counted ten walkers, all making their way to her, to dinner. Slipping out quickly and slamming the heavy door she came face to face with another terror.

"I told ya' I saw someone!" the young girl hissed as she pressed a knife to her throat. Their eye's where shaking with fear as they looked her over, as if she had been trying to kill them. Amelia could of responded easily but her brain began to cloud over and the next thing she felt was the back of a rifle assaulting her head.

Not so easy now.