DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Walking Dead (duh) I'm only gonna say that once.

REMEMBER: This story idea was originally started by BreenaBelle-xoxo, but she wasn't able to fit the story in her schedule so she gave me the rights to it.

Here's the first chapter! These first chapters will establish the group more before Daryl and Merle are introduced in it.

This chapter is dedicated to Dame Rivere and skyeblue5565!


Josette's POV:

"Alright, kid. Here's where we split ways. Good luck to you," the man told me. I hummed in response, watching as the man, his wife, and three children walked off into the forest. Once they disappeared from my eyesight, I looked around, completely lost at what I should do. My family was dead, there were moaners going around attacking people, I had no food, water, or protection, and let's not forget that I'm only 12 years old! I allowed myself to sit on my knees, crying as I tried to think of what to do next. Eventually my tears dried and my stomach began to gurgle. Food. I'll go find food. That will be my first mission.

I wandered into a subdivision after about an hour of walking. Surely there would be people here that would feed me. The neighborhood was empty of people and moaners. Things scattered the front lawns of people's houses from when they left. I stepped up to the front door of a large two-story house. I knocked gently on the door, which swung open as soon as I touched it. I carefully stepped in, calling out in the house for someone. I got no response. The people had left, abandoning the house. That meant anything in the house was fair game, right? But it would be stealing and that's wrong. I struggled inwardly with my morals as I walked to the kitchen. After opening the fridge and seeing it was still stocked full of groceries, my hunger gave out. I grabbed enough sandwich meat, cheese, and bread to make me just one sandwich, careful only to take just what I needed.

As I ate my sandwich, I walked around the house, looking at the photos of the happy family and wondering what happened to them. As I made my way into the garage I stared in awe at the man's weapon supply. There were tons of knives and a few guns. I knew I would need protection from moaners, but it still didn't feel right stealing these things. I talked myself into taking one hunting knife, which I carefully put in my backpack. I looked down at the pink flower dress with lace at the bottom. No matter how much I loved this dress, it was impractical to wear. I quickly shed my clothes and changed into my loose fitting jeans and a bright pink t-shirt. I left my light blue sweatshirt in my backpack since it was too hot to wear. Thinking it would be better to have the knife out where I could get to it in case of emergency, I attached it to my belt loop. I did a quick inventory of my bag. There were a few coloring books, some colored pencils, pencil sharpener, and one change of clothes. I sighed. What was I supposed to do now?

I walked back through the house, deciding I should put some more distance between the city full of moaners and myself. As I walked out the door, a moaning sound to my left caused me to turn just in time to see a moaner coming for me. It grabbed my arm, making me let out an involuntary scream. I quickly yanked my arm free, running as it followed me. Two more came out from the side of the house and followed me. I was so busy looking over my shoulder I didn't see what I was running toward. I ran into another body, causing me to fall to the ground. A curvy, dark haired brunette easily stepped over me, pulling out a large knife from her side and walking from one moaner to the next, stabbing them in the head. I sat there, watching with wide eyes. As the last moaner fell to the ground dead, the woman turned around. She had almond shaped eyes that were a golden brown color. Her skin was a fair aside from the 'y' shaped scar on her cheek. Her long, dark brown, wavy hair went to her hipbone. She wore a black tank top that showed some cleavage, a black leather jacket, tight jean shorts, and a pair of lace combat boots that went all the way up to her knees. She looked to be in her early twenties and wore what seemed a permanent scowl. The phrase "resting bitch face" came to mind. She calmly wiped her blade on one of the moaners clothes to clean it before putting it away.

"You alright?" She asked me. I blinked at her, still a little stunned by her appearance and display of violence. "Were you bit or scratched?" I finally shook my head in response. "Are your parents around?" Again, I shook my head. "You alone?" I nodded slowly, unsure if I should be telling someone this. She studied me for a second. Her eyes seemed to soften a fraction. "What's your name kid?"

"Josette Scott," I said softly. The lady walked forward to me, sticking out her hand to help me stand. Hesitantly, I took it.

"I'm Skyler Chamberlain, call me Sky. Wanna stick with me? I promise I'll keep you safe, and as fed as possible," Sky offered. Her face remained neutral, making her hard to read. She had saved me, so I guess she was safe.

"Okay," I mumbled to her. I would still stay on guard around her. I didn't know her at all, and there was no way that I was going to let my guard down after what happened to my brothers.

"Follow me. Stay close and speak up if you hear or see something," Sky ordered as she marched out of the neighborhood and back toward the highway.

"What are we looking for?" I asked. Sky didn't look back over her shoulder as she answered me.

"A safe place to stay the night. It's getting dark and this place doesn't set well with me after the biters I just killed," Sky answered.


Sky's POV:

Josette was strangely quiet for a young girl. Most children, even the injured ones I would see at my work, would try and talk my ear off. Josette however was content with one word answers and very little talking had been during the past day. I glanced at the girl at my side. Josette was very slim, not quite having gone all the way through puberty. Her reddish-brown hair fell to just below her ears, bangs sitting on the right side of her face, with her short hair layered and messy. Her height didn't look like it even reach 5 feet. She had olive skin with dark freckles across her nose and large, brown, doe like eyes. The way she looked just screamed innocence and you couldn't help but want to protect her.

"So Josette, what's your most favorite thing to do in the world?" I asked, hoping to draw the girl out of her shell. There was such a length of silence I thought she wasn't going to answer me.

"Coloring," Josette finally answered. There was a sight blush, like she was embarrassed by the fact that she still liked to color.

"Cool. What do you like to color most?" I asked, pleased that I had finally gotten her to talk.

"Fairies. I like coloring their dresses and wings. Or pictures of sunsets because there are so many colors you can use," Josette answered much quicker this time. The corner of my lip twitched in amusement at the excitement in her voice. So this was how you got her to open up. "What do you like to do?"

"I like helping people. Before the outbreak I was a paramedic," I replied easily. "Let's sit here for a quick break and a snack." Josette complied, plopping to the ground as we pulled out a granola bar. We sat in silence, sipping on our water and eating. A sudden snap of a twig caused both of us to jump.

"Did you hear that?" Josette whispered. I nodded in answer. "Think it's a moaner?" I didn't respond but moved my hand to my knife anyways. People were untrustworthy before the outbreak, much less now. I wasn't going to let anyone near this little girl. The bushes began to rustle, as a moaner made its way through, only it wasn't just one moaner, there were at least a dozen. They came at us, grabbing at our clothes. I stabbed one in the head while I attempted to hold off the others.

"Josette, run!" I yelled, but it was too late. A moaner was grabbing at her clothes, too. Josette struggled with it before tripping and falling with it on top of her. She let out a terrified scream as she tried to get it off. I stabbed another moaner in the face, struggling to get to the girl as more moaners came between us. It seemed like no matter how many I stabbed, another moaner took its place. We needed help, and quickly.


Sky looks like Summer Glau

Josette looks like Mackenzie Foy