I only own my oc's. Also I may not go along the series fully.


I walked to Dad's old Harley. It was all black except for the angel wings Dad and I drew on each side (though mine looked more like an ass then angel wings). I put my helmet on and started the bike up and drove out-of-town.
I stopped at a Walgreens and pulled out my crossbow as I got off the bike. I walked up to the door and noticed a bell and I kicked it. A Walker appeared and I put an arrow through it's head. I walked into the store, not letting my guard down. I put another arrow into a zombie's head when it came around a corner and started running down the aisle.
I started throwing things into a bag but froze when I heard the click of a gun. I gripped my loaded bow and quickly turned and pointed my bow at the man behind me and I almost dropped my bow. There stood a middle-aged man I don't know and my Dad.
I dropped my bow, kicked tit towards Dad and said. "I mean you no harm. I was just looking for my father and had to stop for supplies."
The man smiled slightly and said. "What's your name and your father's? Maybe we know him."
I looked at Dad and said. "My name is Angel Marie Dixon. You know my father, yer standin next ta him."
"A-Angel?!" Dad pulled me to him, "I can't believe you're alright. I thought you were dead!" I hugged him. I can't believe I found my Dad.
"I missed you." I whispered.
Dad and I pulled apart and Dad turned to the man. "Rick, she's comin' wit us." the man-Rick smiled and said.
"Of course."
We walked to the store's parking lot where we met several people. One of which I noticed was messing with Dad's bike.
"Hey, china man, keep yer hands off of ta' bike!" I said and the Chinese man stood.
"I'm Korean, not Chinese. Who are you?" He said, glaring at me.
Dad stepped in front of me and said. "She's ma' girl, China Man."
"Sorry Daryl I didn't know." China Man said.
"Alright, enough. Let's get back home." Rick said, handing my bow back. I took it and got onto the Harley.
"How do ya' know how ta drive that?" I looked at dad and smiled.
"Lets jus say Uncle Merle's hot wirin' lesson came in handy. Lots o' practice." I said, starting up the bike. I followed the car and Dad drove a bike next to me. He smiled and I returned it. I couldn't believe what my new home is…
A prison


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