My name is Rhonda Grimes, and I am the leader of a group called the Guardians. When shit hit the fan,my brother, Rick, had been in the hospital due to getting shot in a car chase. I have no idea if he's alive ornot, if
Lori's alive, Carl... All I know is, is that there's dead walking and the only way to kill them permanently is to cause damage to the head. Anyway, back to the story. When everything went down, I was with a small group of five people. TherewasGreg,
who saved my life from the nasty cannibal mother fuckers. Then John, Greg'sbrother. His sons, Sam and Robert; and finally little Lilla. The moment I saw her I knew she didn't belong to anyone in the group. As the six of us traveled thedirtyroadwith
little sleep and little to eat, we came across anarea of small houses, Greg said we should move on but I felt like it was a place to be for the moment. When we cleared out the houses out we settled for a while then went in search of food andwater.
Suddenly I heard a scream. I told Lilla and Robert to hide and ran towards the scream, Greg was being devoured by a walker that had staggered into his house. After I had killed it Greg told me to guard everyone with my life, to be a Guardianfor
those who could guard and protect themselves. My name is Rhonda Grimes, and this is my story.

A/N: Ok, I know everyone hates these things but fuck it. This is my third(?) story on here. I would like some feedback on if y'all like it or if I should take it down...

Ps:Disclaimer will be in a few chapters so here's the first.

DISCLAIMER!: I own nothing but the characters that are unfamiliar. Wish I owned Daryl Dixon or Norman Reedusbutsadly I don't :'(

~Malisa~