Chapter 2- Do I know you?
By the time she was 15, her world had gone even deeper into the shit. She thought it was pretty funny really, like some sick horror film. She'd always loved Zombie films. And now the dead were walking. This would be a piece of cake. She hadn't realised how wrong she had been.
The films didn't show you running, non-stop for days at a time. They didn't show you having to climb trees so they couldn't get you, they didn't show you having to piss yourself because you're stuck in some god forsaken tree due to some weirdo's having a bad case of the munchies.
A few weeks must have passed and Grace was exhausted. She didn't want to run anymore, running was for pussies. Enough was enough. It was time to take out these mindless monsters. She picked through her bag, seeing what she had collected since this had all started. A tin of tuna, some cereal bars half a bottle of water, a small first aid kid, change of clothes and a few other, useless bits. She sighed to herself. "Well fuck..." she swore, annoyed. She looked around the small group of cars she had been passing, checking them for supplies. She needed water at least; the summer in Columbus was way too hot. She was heading north, somewhere colder. Fort benning had been just outside of where she grew up and that was long gone now crawling with those things. Then she saw it, big and shiny next to small and sleek. "Bingo" she whispered softly to herself. One big, shiny Buck knife and a small sleek Revolver . With extra ammunition . She picked them both up and felt their weight. Perfect. She was almost ready to move on when she found keys in the car. She got into the driver's seat, practiced a bit and she thanked her gods that she was so lucky as she drove off.
One year later.
Grace had found a house a few months back, a big one with big gates to keep that dead out. She lied off the food she grew and the water she had scavenged. The last time she had seen anyone was well over six months ago and she was more than surprised to see lights from a car, shining against her windows. She grabbed her gun, this gun was a military one she had taken from a dead solider. She crouched by the stairs and aimed for the door. She heard the voices outside and waited. The door handle turned and popped open. As it opened, she stood and growled.
A man, a man she remembered. A man she wanted to forget. She growled at him again in a low voice as he raised his Crossbow. "Y'all get the fuck out of my house.. " she spoke angrily as kinder looking man stepped forward. "We're not here to hurt you , we're just looking for somewhere to stay the night. Look", he said pointing to a dark haired woman that reminded her of her mama. "That's my wife, she's gonna have a baby but tonight she needs some rest, maybe even a bed if you have one spare." His pleading eyes broke through her barriers and she lowered her gun. She eyed the entire group before turning to the man from her past. She spat on his shirt and looked at him, disgusted to be in his presence. "This man, is a dog, he stays outside or all of you go." She heard a few gasps from the women and smiled. "You will remember me Dixon.. just think of Mariah and the rose's" and with that she disappeared up the stairs.
The group looked at Daryl and Rick stepped forward. "You wanna tell me what that was all about then" he said, standing in front of Daryl. Daryl stood there, pale and sweating. He had known who she was as soon as he had seen those big blue eyes. His eyes