This is a complete rewrite of my original story 'Against The World.' The story features an OC by the name of Kirsten Howell and follows the plot of Season 2 with multiple alterations. Luke/OC pairing, also features some reviewer OC's. If you don't like these types of stories, I suggest you don't read it then? (the hell are you doing here anyway lmao)

But for those who do, enjoy.

STORY ONE

You can do this, you know you can. Did she believe herself? Part of her did, and the other part of her wanted to get across the parking lot alive. Kirsten pauses for a moment before removing the glistening hunting knife from her thigh holster. She starts to take deep, even breaths, closing her eyes every time she inhales. Kirsten's hazel brown hair drifts to the side in its ponytail, the late Autumn wind pushing strands of her fringe into her eyes as she glances at the first walker.

"Howe's Hardware." She mutters to herself, the store parking lot is filled with decaying, rotting corpses that roam and stumble around the cracked concrete. They're bodies are spreaded around everywhere, but she can make it. I hope Melissa's advice works, because if it doesn't, I'm screwed, She thinks, biting down on her bottom lip as she gazes at the surroundings. The fence looked poorly built from where she is, it isn't that high of a jump, even though being a relatively short person, it'll be a bit of a challenge.

You got this, She encourages herself, walking up to the first deranged corpse. Kirsten slowly raises her hand up and thrusts the knife into it's skull with a grunt. Dark, red, slimy blood oozes from the wound and all over her hand. She pulls out the knife to be splattered with it, mentally sighing as her clothes stain a dark crimson. As its body wails to the ground, Kirsten gets on her knees and hovers over the once flesh eating monster. She digs her knife into it's abdomen, sliding it across its torso to create an entrance. It's rotten insides developed a smell over the period of time, and makes her feel like gagging.

She never really did get used to the smell.

She reluctantly places her knife on the ground and takes a deep breath, sliding her hands into the slit of its stomach that contained its foul, stenched organs. She looks down at her ill covered hands before grudgingly wiping them down on her clothes, staining them in the process. As soon as she finishes doing the unthinkable, she grabs her knife off the now blood dripped dirt and stands up.

She takes small but deep breaths as she begins to slowly walk into the meager herd, although keeping her head straight, her light brown-hazel eyes gaze from one walker to another. She walks unnoticed, thankfully. Looks like Melissa was right about it.

Kirsten stumbles up to the fence, which looks a lot taller than she expected. She puts the knife in her holster and places her two hands on the board, pushing her body up as she wheezing. The board wobbles as one of her hands slip, sending her crashing down to the ground and landing on her side with a loud thud. She groans to herself as she shakes her head before sitting up, placing a hand on her forehead and rubbing it to regain her shaken sight.

Once she looks around, a few biters were stumbling towards the area. Shit, She thinks, jumping to her feet as fast as she ever thought she could and retrying to jump over. She jumps and grabs the board with her hands, gazing over her shoulder to see her surroundings. The biters were gaining on her.

She hauls one of her legs over the top of the board and swings herself over it, unexpectedly having her back land on the concrete with another loud thud. She groans before she sits upwards. "That hurt..." She wheezes, placing her hand on the small of her back and rubbing circles to dull the pain.

A self-back rub and a few curse words later, She stands up from her 'resting' spot and looks back at the board. It was rattling, surprising her that the poorly built structure didn't wail down. After looking around to see a comic book store and a shoe store, a sudden hinge clicks and an exit door opens. Kirsten quickly pushes herself inside the comic book store, but the bell gives away her immediate position.

"Shit," She mutters under her breath, looking around in the dark room but to no avail could she see anything. It's too damn dark... maybe they won't see me if they come in, She suggests to herself, propping up against a board of wood that was nailed to the ceil of the window. She slides her knife out of the holster and grips it tightly, waiting for who she assumes is her predator to enter.

The bell for the door rings, making Kirsten tense as their silhouette masked the tiled ground that was illuminated by the moonlight. The first thing her eyes gaze at was the tip of an AK-47, emerging from the door. As their full body came into sight, the door was still open and Kirsten was hiding beside it, masking yet another shadow over herself.

"I know you're in here, you don't gotta be scared." What made the situation worse to her, is that he's a man, holding a gun as he stayed in the one spot, aiming it around the room. She was all too familiar with people saying those words, and all those times they were lying. She wasn't going to give in, not just yet. She eyes him as best as she could in the dark room, he didn't have a strap around his gun. I could easily disarm him from it if I play my cards right...

Taking a deep breath, she puts the handle of knife in her mouth and latches her hands onto the back of his shirt, pulling him backwards and slamming his back on the edge of the door. She lightly winced at the noise of the wind being knocked out of him. He drops his AK-47 and falls to his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air.

Kirsten kicks the gun out of his reach and places her boot on the side of his torso before pushing him over onto his back. She climbs on top of the man and pulls the knife out of her mouth before placing both of her hands over the handle.

She lifts the knife up into the air, just as she is going to slam the knife down into his skull, his hands stopped hers.

"Stop! Stop! What are you doin'?! I wasn't goin' to hurt you!" He pleads, his chest heaved up and down as he gasped for air. "You don't need to kill me!" He continues, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

Kirsten stops applying as much pressure as she originally was and her wrists lay in his hands, "Bullshit! You came at me with a gun, like hell you weren't!" She forcefully pushes the words out of her mouth, trying to sound as intimidating and strong as she can, before applying pressure again.

"Stop it! Stop! I- I wasn't goin' to shoot!" He pleadingly says, rushing into his words as he's still huffing. She gives him a skeptical look before she stops applying force, feeling his body untense under hers. She scrutinizes him for a moment, the only thing she could gather from him was that he was a scared mess. They were both silent for a short, awkward while. "I see you- um... fought your way through that herd, huh?" He casually yet awkwardly asks, looking up at her shirt as it's still stained by the blood. Not to mention the awful smell.

Kirsten fiddles her wrists out of his grasp and stands up on her feet, noticing his AK-47 near a pile of boxes and walking over to it. She bends down and reaches for the weapon. "What did I walk into?" She huffs out through small panting, turning around to notice that he is already on his feet. She carefully yet reluctantly hands him his weapon as he hesitantly nods.

"A community. We take people in and you play your part, contribute to the community. The more people we've got goin' in here, the better." He tells her, his southern drawl was smooth and a little more deeper sounding than when he was pleading for is life. It made her feel a little safer knowing that she scared the hell out of him.

She nods her head, sliding her knife carefully back into her holster. Any place but the cold ground to spend the night in would be like heaven Kirsten, especially after the incident with her sister. "Was that an invitation?" She casually asks, looking up at him with a slight grin.

He shrugs his shoulders, "If you want it to be."

She looks down at the ground for a moment. Wouldn't hurt to stay for a bit, right? "I give it a shot, then."

"Alright, then. I just need to tell Bill you're here and that you're comin' in." He informs her, reaching for a radio that's strapped to the brim on his pants. He lifts it up below his chin and clicks the red button, only for a consistent blur of static to retaliate. He looks down at it to find it cracked and a little dismembered. Kirsten tries to hold back a grin, realizing that she broke it in the tussle they had. "Alright, then. I can just take you up to his office... But only on one condition." He implies.

Conditions, huh? "What's that?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't try and kill me on the way."

"Kirsten. That's your name, right?"

She nods her head at the raspy-like voice, gazing at the man who's referred to as Carver, his full name being William Carver as he introduced. His brown coat tops off with a fur lining around the hood, his gray-black moustache bent into a curve as the man sat up-right at his desk.

"Well," He continues, giving her a heartfelt smile as she stares at him blankly. "Welcome to my community. We've got rules in this sanctuary, Kirsten. And one doesn't disobey these rules, you understand? We all have a role to play, we all need to contribute to bring back civilisation. That may include some forced labour, but of course that's temporary-"

"Forced labour?" She looks up at him with her lashes, raising an eyebrow at his comment. Was he serious? Forced labour? In the outbreak? "So, you hold your people against their will?" She questions, tightening the grip on her folded arms as she stares at him.

"That's what being a leader is all about, you need to control your flock." He insists, planting his hands on his desks as he hovers over it. Kirsten glanced down at is hands before looking back up at his eyes, "What kind of leader would you be without authority?" He asks, looking straight at her with determination.

"What kind of person would you be without morals?" She retorts, "Not a very good one, right?" She unfolds her arms and lay them in her lap, keeping an eye on her knife and the gun in his holster. All she keeps feeling is bad vibe from this guy.

Carver sighs, hanging his head down low before backing into his chair. He slumps down in the leather furniture as he gazes over at her, "You tried to kill one of my men, where's the mortality in that?" He asks, making Kirsten roll her eyes at him.

She sits up in her chair before answering him, "He came in with a gun, was I supposed to let him shoot? Even if he wasn't, how would I have known?" She asks, gesturing her hand up to him in a sign of annoyance. Okay, so maybe that wasn't really moral of her to do. But from past experience, what else could she have done?

He sighs another time, looking down on her. "People with morals are sheep, Kirsten. People with strong-wills and domination are leaders." He darkly exclaims, looking down on her as she rolls her eyes. "You get what I mean?"

Kirsten sits up in her chair uncomfortably, it was hard and cold against her legs. It made chills race down her spine as she bit onto her bottom lip, "Well, that's sickening to hear." She uneasily exclaims, raising her eyebrows at the man as he grins.

"I'm not a people pleaser, Kirsten." He admits, still containing a grin on his lips as she looks away from him. For a moment, they were both silent. Carver eyed her clothes, noticing the rotten stench and sight of the guts. "You're covered in guts, you wanna explain that to me?" He asks, resting his elbows on his desk at his balled up hands were in front of his chin.

She looks down at her clothes, noticing that she has been ignoring the smell the whole time. "I had to fight them to get over the fence, one fell on me." She lies, looking up at him as convincingly as she could. If worse comes to worse, she'll know the real way to get out of a herd and he- or his guards, won't.

"Looks like you handled yourself."

Kirsten nods, "I did." A moment of silence struck as the two glanced at each other.

"Well," He stands up from his leathered chair and motions for her to stand up. "I can have Luke assist you over to Bonnie, she works in the supply room at night. Probably doing a count on them, she'd be able to get you new clothes. In return, your first station will be told to you in the morning and you'll get straight to work." He insists, walking over to the door and ushering her out.

As the door slams, Kirsten looks up at an awaiting Luke - who she had just learnt the name of.

"Yeah, I heard." He tells her, "I'll take you to her now."

"Here's your shirt, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans." Bonnie handed the folded up wardrobe into Kirsten's arms, "I reckon you'll love this place, we've got electricity and fires that'll keep you warm at night. When's the last time you sat by a warm fire?" She asks, smiling as she guides her behind one of the separating walls to put her clothes on.

"A couple nights ago." She replies, slipping her boots off while she detaches the holster from her thigh. "They're not that hard to make." She admits from the other side of the wall.

Bonnie folds her arms and leans against the wall, smiling to herself as she replies, "I'll rephrase that; when's the last time you sat by a warm fire without worrying about it drawin' attention?"

"I guess you've got me there." Kirsten admits, pulling the drawstring on her tracksuit pants and pulling them down. "But you said you had electricity... You don't have heaters?" She questions.

Bonnie shakes her head, ignoring the fact that Kirsten couldn't visually see her do it. "Well, newcomers and workers stay in the pen when they aren't workin'. Guards stay in some of the rooms in the buildin'. But there'll be an expansion, and we'll move the workers in there." She informs her, unfolding her arms. Her voice sounded concerned, Kirsten figured that she didn't want her to feel driven away by whatever place this was. She had a feeling it wasn't exactly a good one, but... for what they're giving them? She could do a bit of forced labor for food...

"Sounds... comforting." Kirsten uncomfortably giggles, stepping out from behind the wall with clean clothes on. She almost felt refreshed, but it's not like she just had a warm shower.

"Come on, you should get to the pen." Bonnie insists, "It's gettin' late and you'll need to get up early for your first chore. You can chat and whatnot to the others in there, but once Troy says lights out, you'll need to hit the hay." She informs her, as Kirsten gives a small nod to the woman.

A/N: Eeeh! Hope you liked that chapter!

Kirsten will be staying at the camp longer than she did in the original, so that means more people as guards! So... send me your OC's! You can write them in the reviews and I'll PM you to tell you if you've been accepted or not. I'm in need of three males and three females, so send your OC'!

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Can't wait to see what interesting characters you guys can create!

Until the next chapter, thanks for reading.

-Inf.