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This story follows some of the Story line of 'The Walking Dead, TV Series'. Though, I did veer off of it because it suited the story, enjoy.

The Characters (Daryl, Rick, Carl, Sophia, Carol, Lori, Shane and Etc.), all of course belong to The Respective Creators and Writers.

My characters (Lucas Jameson, Olivia Jameson, Dylan Jameson, Destiny Jameson, Adam Jameson, Faith Jameson and any other characters that don't occur in 'The Walking Dead TVS'.) Belong to me.

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"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than Fear." -Ambrose Redmoon

Destiny's POV:

I looked over at my older Brother as he chopped some more wood, so we would have warmth tonight.

It was his turn to chop wood and I was Glad, I am Happy to contribute any way I can, but chopping wood is boring.

I was on 'Walker' Watch, but I knew that I could be out there with Dad and Otis, hunting.

We lived fairly close to the Greene's, so we ended up moving into their home because their house, was bigger and it was safer than trying to run back and forth between the homes.

So we have been helping them survive through this apocalypse, hunting, going on runs for supplies and keeping any walkers away from our home; though they rarely came around.

Otis, Jimmy, and Dad are hardly ever at home anymore. They are almost always out hunting or doing Walker Patrol. I may not get along well with Dad, but I wish he would try to be here for Dylan and Faith.

Dad was out Hunting with Otis, as per usual; my younger Sister, Faith, was hanging out with Beth, Dylan was chopping wood and Mom was in the Kitchen cooking with Patricia.

"Des, have you seen your Sister?" Mom asked me through the kitchen window and I nodded my head, though quickly realized she probably didn't see that.

"Um, no I thought that she was hanging out with Beth in either of their rooms or around the house; because I haven't seen them Out here," I informed her while still keeping watch.

"No, Tricia and I haven't heard them around the house, so we thought that-" She was telling me when we heard a scream.

"Mom, Close the door and wait for our knock, you hear me and keep a sharp weapon with you, You to Pat!" I instructed both of them, as I went running toward the scream.

"Des! Shit no! We don't know who-" Dylan was yelling at me from his spot by the trees and I just bolted past him.

"That could be Faith or Beth!" I Yelled back at him, without turning around and continued to go running blindly toward the scream.

Mom and Dad know that, if or when we are all separated that one of us goes to find each of us and one of us stays at the house if it's safe.

I couldn't give a Damn whether or not I was running headlong into chaos, so long as I could protect my family; at all costs.

That couldn't be Faith, I was praying to whatever God would listen that, that wasn't my younger Sister because I had already lost someone dear to me.

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