Chapter One
When they first found me I thought they were impossible. Nobody could be that lucky. They certainly didn't think so sometimes. But they were. Daryl says it's because of Rick. He doesn't realise he's important too. But Rick is the one who got them out of Atlanta, the CDC and Shane's mess and found the prison after surviving the winter on the run.
Piper and I never thought anyone could be as lucky as us but it turns out that we weren't that lucky after all, just manipulated. Woodbury seemed like the perfect town, the perfect escape from the undead. Unfortunately, appearances aren't everything. As it turns out, the Governor was just batshit crazy, leading us all on in his mission to become all powerful and gain revenge on the 'bad guys'. What do you do when the bad guys turn out to actually be the good guys and you're a minion of the devil? I ran. Well, I tried. Martinez, the little shit, is not as good with that rifle of his as he'd have everyone think. Piper wasn't so lucky. She was shot by the Governor himself, a headshot ensuring she wouldn't return as one of the undead. That, at least, I could be thankful for. I don't think she suffered, or at least I hope not.
Rick's people found me when they came after the Governor. He had gunned down everyone who had gone with him to the prison battle and then took off. I hope he dies. Bastard. Anyway, they found me hiding in the bed of the truck, a shot wound to my thigh. After taking in all the people left in Woodbury, Herschel stitched me up and Maggie and Carol got me settled in my very own cell at the prison.
It's been a month or so since the attack on the prison. I've made friends here, buried Piper here. Herschel said she was classed as family now too, even though she never really met them. She's buried with the original groups' friends, Lori and T-Dog. I hope she's happy wherever she is now. I know I'm content here. I have food, shelter, friends and my leg has finally healed enough for me to go out on runs now so I can start pulling my weight more. Not that killing walkers through the fences isn't hard labour but I'd like to contribute more to the people that saved me. I know Piper would kick my ass if I didn't.