Hi! So this is the result of my endless daydreams in between watching TWD! Please bear with me as we delve into my crazy take on the show. Also, I decided to go write using he third person omniscient. However, I'll label it along the way whose perspective it is since I don't know how to put transitions in between changes :(

Also, please take the time to rate and review guys! It'll mean so much to me!

Constructive criticisms are also very much well appreciated! I mean, it'll hurt, but hey, it'll help me improve my writing! So, we're good! *thumbs up*

(DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE WALKING DEAD.)

-Andy Rudd-

I always loved the whirring noise of saw against wood from the shed outside the house. It meant dad was home and that it was Friday and no school for tomorrow!

Then, I also loved the soft hum of an untitled upbeat song somewhere in the house. It meant mom was in a good mood and good mood was what I needed that moment.

"Mom?" I asked as I crept towards the kitchen. She was by the sink and had her back towards me, body slightly swaying to the beat.

'Good,' I thought.

"Yeah kiddo?" she asked. I made my way to the kitchen island and sat there. It took me a few seconds to gather my courage.

"I got scolded," I blurted out.

"What?" she said with a surprised tone as she faced me with furrowed eyebrows. "Why?"

I could tell she wasn't angry but still, I couldn't dare face her. When I saw her approaching, I just dropped my head down and down, not losing focus on my fidgety hands.

"They were talking about the birds and the bees," I muttered. "I just told the class the truth. I got scolded."

When there was silence, I ready myself for a lecture as I closed my eyes tighter than usual. However, that never came and instead a chuckle echoed across the room.

Before I knew it, I felt her hands against my two cheeks as she raised it to meet her smiling face.

"You're smart Andy," she said. "Don't ever be sorry for that."

I was about to smile back when I saw her expression changed. Furrowed eyebrows, hallowed eyes and cheeks- the remnants of hunger and terror, disheveled hair, tattered clothes… I could feel the fear bubbling inside. Her fingers dug through my skin and as she got closer the foul stench of rotting flesh made me want to puke.

'Mom! Let go! Let go!'

I wanted to shout, I wanted to move but no matter what I just stood there transfixed at the sight of her.

"Murderer," she whispered against my ear then she began shaking me till I was out of my seat.

"Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!"

"Ha," Andy gasped as she was jolted awake from another nightmare. Apparently, it was the same from the nights before but this one was more vivid than usual. And it shook her…literally.

The vibrations ran through her body and it took her a moment to finally hear the snarling sounds of roamers from below. When she realized what was happening, she tightly hugged the tree trunk she was just leaning earlier.

It was a herd of the undead and fortunately she had a knack for sleeping on canopies rather than on the ground because if it hadn't been that way, she would be as well with them right now, either hungry for fresh meat or be the fresh meat. The thought made her cringe either way.

They were bumping against the tree she was on and she tried her best not to utter a sound. If she were to fall right now, she would be just dangling since she was smart enough to tie herself to the trunk. But still, she would be a hanging food and then she would be trapped. Hell knows what would happen next.

When the storm had passed and the last of them was out of sight, she unbuckled herself from the safety rope. She removed the rifle slung around her shoulder and tied it with a rope by its muzzle. When it had reached the ground, she threw her knapsack first and then herself with a thud. It wasn't that long of a jump but her knees buckled with the sharp pain in her leg.

"God," she grumbled as she stood up, limping to get to her gear.

However, just as she thought everything was safe, a roamer jumped on her out of nowhere. With her obviously child body structure, she was immediately tackled to the ground.

Its mouth was barely a few centimeters away and the only thing stopping it from eating her was her bare strength she ushered through her meager hands.

She was beginning to lose hope but then she remembered how to use her legs.

Andy kicked it and barely crawled away before it could even reached for her leg. Fumbling through her belt, she grasped the knife by its handle. By the time it tried to get her again, she was fast enough to stab it through the skull, went for the brain for a sure kill.

She huffed out a breath, adrenaline rush still coursing through her body. The blade was still embedded deep into its head and the blood kept oozing out. It was brutal but then again she was no stranger to the scene.

Andy pulled out the knife and wiped the residue of blood on its plaid shirt. Instead of the supposedly normal customs of feeling guilty after killing, she felt nothing rather than the sense of finishing another daily routine.

Yes, that was it. Killing nowadays was just another daily routine.

She got up and took her gear from where she had left it before. As she shifted everything to a more comfortable position- knife in her belt, rifle slung around her shoulder, knapsack against her back- she was ready to go.

With a last glance at the biter, she took off with a slight bounce in her steps. She just survived an nth time near death experience after all. A new day and she was still alive? That was more she can bargain for. Besides, killing the walker so early in the morning was a good sign she was going to survive the rest of the day.

"Yep, this is going to be a good day," she mumbled to herself with the hopes of keeping her optimism up.

Well, she had to. It was the only thing keeping her together beyond everything after all.

Judging from the angle of the sunlight and the hot temperature, she would have guessed it was already late morning. For the past hours she was left wandering, it had been quiet- too quiet to her own liking anyways. To her, it could mean two things. It could either mean she's the only living left on earth or there was danger lurking ahead. Either ways, she didn't want that. Moreover, she has a slight tendency to put down her defenses in these times which she didn't like either.

So, when she heard the rumbling of a vehicle from behind her and moving in fast, she couldn't be more happy and confused and afraid at the same time. Happy because there were still others left, confused because there were humans in the area and afraid because they were humans.

It was a two vehicle convoy: a pickup truck and a bike. I squint my eyes trying to get a clearer vision on the man riding the bike. He was wearing a poncho and had that rugged kind of look. But the one thing that made him more intimidating was the crossbow hung around his body.

When they stopped a few meters away, by instinct, she immediately stepped back and held tight on her gun.

'Fight the dead, fear the living,' she thought with furrowed eyebrows.

Then the man from the pickup truck got out. He was an Asian guy probably in his mid 20's and carrying a pistol. But despite that, he looked friendly enough. Well, the kind of friendly that isn't psycho anyways.

'But maybe they're good people. I have a gun, I have a gun. I can shoot them if they try anything,' she thought.

"You got point?" the Asian guy asked the other man.

"Yeah, I got it," he replied while he shifted his crossbow in his hands.

She held her gun in return, slowly tracing towards the trigger. If he were going to shoot her then at least she was prepared to retaliate. Well, that is if the arrow won't reach her first.

When he let his weapon hang on his side, she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding as she relaxed on her grip. Well, at least he didn't mean harm. For now, at least.

"Jus' you out 'ere?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied with a nod.

The two men looked at each other. Their faces were void of emotion so it was hard for Andy to figure out their thoughts. However, when it came to times like this, it was almost and usually pity. She hated the feeling. It doesn't reinforce hope. But the worst is how it reminded her of all her shortcomings and undesirable position. It was a dead-end emotion.

Nevertheless, she stood upright and waited for them to get it over with.

"How long's it been like that for?" he asked again.

"I don't know. I was with one group and another one after that."

"They din't make it? Neither one of 'em?"

Andy let out a small shake of the head- a no and at the same time getting rid of the memories trying to crawl into her mind, vivid images like it was yesterday.

"What's your name?" the Asian man asked softly and with a smile as they paced forward to meet her. "I'm Glenn by the ways and this guy here is Daryl."

She nodded in return.

"Andy. I'm Andy Rudd."

"Well, Andy, we have a camp—"

"How many walkers you've killed?" the guy named Daryl interrupted.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows while Glenn looked at him like he was absurd. But from the way she saw things, apparently, he was dead serious about his question. She liked it.

"She's just a kid," she could hear Glenn whisper to Daryl.

"Haven't kept count," Andy replied with a shrug. "A couple dozen?"

Daryl looked on with a passive face.

"How many people you kill?" he asked with a straight face.

I squint my eyes at him. It was too invasive of a question but still it meant he sees her as an adult, not a child. That was good enough for her.

"I can't believe you," Glenn scoffed under his breath. "Daryl, I don't think these questions applies to a child-"

"1," she interrupted. Caught completely off guard, she looked at them staring at her with furrowed eyebrows.

'Better they know it beforehand,' she inwardly sighed, fighting off the guilt she felt with her confession.

"Why?" Daryl asked, cutting her off from her silent monologue.

"He asked me to," she sighed.

The rustling of the trees, the sound of the birds and cicadas chirping took over the awkward silence that followed.

"Want to come with us?"

Maybe trust wasn't completely there but the offer was too tempting to resist. The word 'camp' these days was quickly associated with food, security, people and the fragile promise of survival. What was ambrosia to the gods was this little flame of hope for a home in a messed up world filled with the undead.

"Yes," she answered without even batting an eyelid. "Yes I do."

It was for a second but she certainly saw Daryl smirked before heading back to his own ride.

"You go ride with Glenn," he called out. "He's got more room for that big pack of yours."

"Come on," Glenn chuckled as he cocked his head towards the pickup.

Yay! Chapter 2, yeah? :D