K guys. This is my first chapter. hope you like it! *i don't own any of the TWD characters or whatever...*

I open the blue car door. I grab my army green bag and duffel and jump out of the car. I sprint up to the prison fence and search for the gate. I can see a movement in the red watchtower. I glance to my right and see the gate, but the area around it is crawling with walkers. I take my chances and run towards it. I flash by two or three walkers that take little interest in me. I reach into my army jacket and find my array of throwing knives. I grasp for three of them. I grab one by the hilt and fling it at a walker in a police uniform. The knife sticks it right between the eyes. I do this two more times with walkers closer to the fence. I reach the gate only to see a padlock on a chain wound around the opening. I look around desperately for another opening. I run along the fence. Nothing. There are only two choices left. Get bitten and turn or climb the fence and risk injury. I do the ladder. I stick the toes of my combat boots in the rungs of the fence, one after another. I make it to the top and look down. There are about five walkers below me grasping up and making groaning sounds. I reach my leg down and kick one in the head. My boot makes a horrible shthuck sound as it goes into the walker's head. I pull it back out and the walker drops down the ground, its head open with brains and blood oozing out slowly. I feel bad for whoever that once was. I look back up and see the barbed wire winding around the top of the fence. I try to grab for a spot that isn't spiky One of the walkers grabs my leg and my hand slips. My palm lands on a spike. I bite my lip and kick my leg free from the walker's grasp. I then pull myself up higher, pushing my hand into the spike even more. I put my other hand on the wire. I look behind me and see more walkers emerging from the woods. Now the pin of the barbed wire is the least of my troubles. I yank myself up and toss my body over the other side of the fence. I land on my back and it knocks the wind out of me. I sit there for a moment, gasping for air, my eyes wide open. When I get the air back into my chest, I look down at my hands and legs. My hands are cut and my black jeans have been torn at my knee and thigh. And the worst part is that there is still another fence behind me, with more barbed wire. I struggle to get up on my feet but I do. I brush the dirt and gravel off my jeans. From where I am, it looks like I'm on a gravel track around the prison's courtyard. The track is lined with the fences on either side. I stumble when I take my first step, but eventually keep up and start to jog around looking for openings. I almost run past a hole in the fence that has been bound with red string. I fumble with it for a little bit and finally unwind it. I climb through and realize that if the fence was cut open and bound up again, someone has already cut it to get in. They must have planned on staying. I decide to give them a good first impression and bind it back up again. Maybe it's not a first impression; maybe it's a way to not let them know I'm here. Either way, it's a good idea. I drop my duffel and bag and begin to loop the string through the holes in the fence. When I finish binding it up, I tie it with a slip-knot. I turn around, shoulder my bag and pick up my duffel. I start to make my way across the green turf and up to the prison. I notice at least a dozen, two dozen dead walkers on the ground. Someone definitely has been here. I see an old camp site, complete with a fire pit shoe prints. I look around the area and here a shallow and raspy breathing. I almost shout out, "Walkers!" to my group. But I have forgotten that I don't have a group any more. Half of then turned and half of them left me for dead overnight. I almost I almost did die to. It's a good thing that I never have been a heavy sleeper. I stop thinking of the past and search for the walker. I see it farther up, closer to the prison. I run up in that direction. If people were here, they had to have slept with these things crawling around the place. I sprint up to the prison. I start to search for an entrance. I see the walker coming my way from around a corner. It's making its way closer to me. But it's also making its way towards a door. It's a good thing I can run faster than the walker. I make it to the door first and I get lucky. It opens. I pull it closed behind me. I can feel the walker on the other side trying to push it open. I look behind me. I see a hallway that veers off to the left. I take my chances with it and let go off the door. I start to sprint away. I can barely hear the walker shuffling behind me. I keep running as fast as I can, turning down random hallways. I am running down one hallway and right when I'm going to pass another hallway opening to the one I'm running down, someone comes out of it. I slam into them, sending both of us to the ground.

"Shit!" I say to myself.

The other person starts cussing to themselves too. I get up and look down at the other. It's a boy. He's about my age, 13 or 14. He has brown hair and bright blue eyes. There is a cowboy-ish hat that is on the ground next to him. He lies there on the ground, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping his side. I just stand there, panting and staring at him. I don't even bend down to retrieve my bag and duffel. I can hear the walker coming our way though. I turn in the direction in which I came. I bend down to zip open my duffel bag. On top of all my clothes is an axe. The head is red with a silver stripe on either end. The hit is polished wood. I grab it and get it in position to swing. I can see the walker's shadow at the end of the hall, where it turns down into another. The shadow staggers, stops, and sniffs the air. The walker starts to come down the hall, becoming clearer in the dark. He is only about five feet away when I get pulled down by my leg. I let out a yelp as this happens and land on the cold floor. The boy gets up and runs a knife through the walker's head. The walker falls to the ground and the boy pulls the knife out of its head. He turns around to face me. The side of his face is splattered with blood. He is panting and sweaty. I just sit there and don't say anything. I just sort of glare at him.

I'm the first one to start the conversation, "I could've killed it myself."

The boy looks down at me, "No you couldn't."

"Bullshit!" I yell at him. I can't believe this kid. I haven't even told him my name and he's telling me I can't do something by myself. He doesn't even know me.

"What happened to your hands?" he asks simply and bends down and tries to look at my hands.

"I was fine until you ran into me!" I jerk my hands away.

He puts his hands in front of him, as in saying, Okay, I won't touch you. "Fine, don't use my help." He stands up but still offers me a hand.

I sigh and push myself up by myself, "Since when did you care so much about strangers?"

He knits his eyebrows, "With the world the way it is now, talking to strangers isn't much of a threat."

I smirk at this and he smiles. He puts out his hand, "I'm Carl Grimes."

I take his hand and look him in the eyes, "Celeste….Michelson."

K guys that's my first chapter. tell me if you like it. and tell me if you think i should add anything or whatever... BYE!