I don't own anything, but my OC's and some of the scenes. I can't really remember all of the line by heart, so they are being changed a little. I am going to try and stick with the original stuff, but there will be some changes. Thank you for reading! Please Review!

"Those are the Dixon Brothers..." Glenn whispers, leaning towards me, "The oldest one is Merle, he is a real piece of work, then there is Daryl. He isn't as bad as his brother. If he actually talked to people, we might actually get along with him. Whereas his brother, who is vulgar and bigoted, we wouldn't,"

"I think I can handle them." I hissed. I moved closer to them with Isis right behind me.

"Oi! Who 're these lookers?" 'Merle' yelled, slinging some rabbits over his shoulder. He gave us a rather creepy grin.

" 'ey I am Ivy and this is Isis, my sister." My southern drawl came pouring out. The guys looked at me like I was retarded or something.

"Hot damn girly. I'm Merle and this is my baby brother Daryl. Why don't ya sneak into my tent tonight for some fun?" The older male, Merle, smirked seductively at me and Isis, causing us to gag.

"I'd rather not actually. I ain't in the mood to get the Clap. Plus, ya ain't really my type. I like my men like I like my coffee, strong." I hissed. I heard several gasps and snickers coming from the people around me.

"Ain't got the Clap sweetheart! And 'at makes ya think I ain't strong?" He growled.

"Yeah, ya do. I know the signs, because I am medical professional. And you ain't the kind of strong that I am talkin' about, darlin'." Again there were several gasps from the group.

"You can't be more than 25, how are you a medical professional? Are you a nurse or something?" A aggressive sounding man asks, sitting down next to a graying woman and a little girl.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask, resting my hands on my thin waist. "AND by the way, I am only 23 and I also a Doctor."

"Don't talk to me like that little girl. I am Ed," This guys is already getting on my last nerve and I just met him. There is something about him that makes me want to hit him. You see, I have some aggression issues and there are certain things that set me off; like this scumbag.

"I ain't no little girl, mister- " My sister covered my mouth and pulling me back over to the car. I fought her the whole way, in the end she pinched my lower back. I squeaked and glared at her.

"Don't go startin' anything Ivy! We just got here, maybe I would actually like to stay here for a little bit before leavin'. It would be nice to have someone other than my sister to talk too." I gasp, pushing her away from me. "I am sorry-" I cut her off.

"No, it's fine. I can see when you don't want me around." I moved around her, grabbing my pack from the back a long with my weapons. "Don't let these people touch our stuff. I do inventory, I'll know if anything is missin'. I'll be back whenever, not that you care." I took off running through the woods, away from camp. Away from the only family I have left.

I only ran for twenty minutes before I came to a stop in front of a little river bed. I fell to my knees and rested against this big bolder. I pulled my bag in front of me to get out a small blanket that I stored in my bag, since it was getting a little cooler at night. I covered myself and glanced up at the stars. They were the most beautiful thing that I've seen since this whole mess happened.

Before this happened, all I ever did was work. I focused solely on school and my career. I never stopped take in a movie or go out on a date. Sometimes I wonder, maybe if I'd been different I could have had a normal life. I wouldn't be a doctor right now and I would have had friends, maybe even a boyfriend.

~Flashback~

My dad was shoving the family camping supplies into the back of our mini van, while Isis was getting in her morning pushups and I am studying for my MCATs. You see, I am studying to be a doctor. I may only be 16, but I am also a genius. Isis says that I start to act rude and egotistical when I start talking about "smart people things" just like Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. And I retorted that she was just simple minded like Penny. That got me ground from a month, I don't regret saying that and I say it again in a heartbeat. I got enough bullying in High School, I don't need any more from my own sister. My dad even took my books away, or well-tried too at least, but I told him that I needed them for school. So, I got them back. If I needed something, I could always tell my dad that I needed it for school and he'd get it for me.

"Alright girls, time to get into the car. We are ready to go!" He boomed cheerfully. You see, my father is a retired Navy Seal and he takes us on these trips to train us to be survive in the wild. It is always the same time every year. It is always the three weeks surrounding the anniversary of my mother's passing. He always had to get out of the house if something reminded him of mom, like when Isis came home in soccer clothes. Mom played soccer in High School. I grabbed my backpack and got into the back seat. Isis got into the front with her People magazine. She glanced back at me and sighed.

"Nerd, why did you bring your schoolwork camping?" My dad reached over and smacked her in the arm, "Ouch!"

"Unlike you, I actually care about my education. Plus I am studying for my MCATs, you know the test that gets me into Medical school." I reply simply.

"You need to get you head out of that book and smell the roses. You know act like a normal teenager, you know the ones that go out on dates and go to parties. Girl, you get invited to college parties." Isis continued.

"Girls, stop it! I don't want you fighting this trip! Life is short. Today could be the last day we ever spend together. Now, no working on school stuff and no fighting. I want us to be able to work as family, not a company of strangers." Our father ordered. We simply nodded and went with what he wanted.

That was the best trip we had ever been on together.

He never knew that a year later, he would be dead.

~End of Flashback~

A year later, our father killed himself in his bedroom while I was at school and Isis was away at boot camp. I still beat myself up about it. I had been the last one to see him alive and I had been the one to find him. We had a standing Sunday dinner date. So when he didn't show, I got worried and went to look for him. I still have nightmares about it, not like I did. Sadly, it took his death to bring me and Isis closer than ever before. He didn't leave us a note or anything. I think that is what hurt Isis the most, because she hadn't heard from him. She wanted to know why, because he seemed depressed.

The sound of footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. There wasn't any growling, so I figure it wasn't a Walker. I kept my eye locked on the lake in front of me as the person sat down next to me. I looked up and saw Glenn sitting there with his knees pressed to his chest. He glanced over at me, seeing me looking at him, and smiled weakly.

"I heard your fight with your sister. What she said was kind of uncalled for." He mumbles.

"It's fine. This world has changed us both. She used to be this bubbly outgoing girl, now she's quiet and reserved. You know, I used to be calmer. Now, I let my temper get the best of me." I reply, pulling at a piece of string hanging from my blanket.

"What were you thinking about before I came?"

I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"You don't have to answer me." He stuttered.

"No! It's alright," I took a breath, "I was thinking about this trip my dad, Isis, and I took. It was a year before my dad killed himself. It was the best and last trip we took as a family. We came back different. It didn't start out great, but it end amazing. I learned so much that trip." I rested my head on his shoulder, letting the tears fall.