Walking Dead. Only OC owned.


I am known as Candace Wellson, but with my short magic act am usually called 'Candy Well' for a stage name, but it works for a nickname on occasion and to be slightly anonymous. I tightened my grip on the hem of my shirt, but did not move far from the new group of people who found me. Perhaps because of the friendly old man, or maybe it is because there is safety in numbers, but I do not know for sure.

Looking back, the group had split to where some were combing the woods and half stuck with the r.v. in hopes to move out soon, before it gets too late. 'There does not seem to be those mean guys anymore.' I thought, before slowly approaching and watching the elder man tinker with his vehicle, than relax against it, almost a back and forth between rest and relax.

"Well, miss... you seem to be okay, care to share your happy thoughts?" Dale asks with a jovial look, almost like he was playing a game, but seemed to not fit the age he was.

"Candy Well... just know I love my candy." I explain, pulling out a mint candy and popping it into my mouth to enjoy the flavor. Dale gave a smile and nod, introduced as, 'Dale', while there was T-Dog and Daryl who gave a short introduction and nod, before looking ahead hoping for good news, but also not really willing to hope for it either.

Sitting next to Dale, I gently tapped a rythym on my leg to create a beat almost out of habit instead of any thing else. 'I have my bag that holds most of my gear and treats, including water...' my thoughts running inventory on what I had, while my tapping rhythm slowed as each thought was slowly being pulled forward.

There soon came a return of some people, being the blondie girl and Lori Grimes, the wife of one sheriff and friend to the other, while the actual sheriffs and Carl who left were still a no-show. My eyes wandered over them a couple times to make sure I counted right, and to keep a watch for any foreign movement that may ask for defense, 'So would be fun to shove that logic in the jerks face, we need a way to defend ourselves'.

Candace was quiet, watching them return with little in way of results and checking on each other and Carol whom was looking like a kicked puppy in many ways, but that was something Candace could see from the sympathizing looks and well wishes to find a girl called, Sophie. She did not know any of these individuals and they seemed to have been with each other at least a few days more than herself.

Dale seemed to smile softly, almost wishing hope for the sad older woman who was part of the group. The sudden thing that occurred was a woman in a car that called to Lori, she swiftly explained in an almost quick glib of events that Carl was injured and she needed to come with her, Maggie.

Candace felt little connection to the Grimes family, but much little to the group save for Dale who threw out the olive branch of friendship to her. Hugging her bag, she pulled out a journal that held technicals on how to treats wounds from start to finish, cutting it close to surgery where she personally felt squeamish. Tucking the journal back snuggly in the bag, under her clothes and other items of inventory.

'They dont trust me, so offering medical assistance wont be accepted without arguments anyways...' her internal thoughts decided, before focusing on the cars surrounding them currently. She went back to looking at the r.v. and asks, "could you show me how you fix your r.v.?" Tilting my head to the side, pushing my hair back and some tucked into my coat hood.

The group started to follow after Lori Grimes and Maggie as they rode horseback to wherever the incident was, or is being taken care of at. She quickly jumped to front passenger seat beside Dale, who drove the r.v. slowly and with a general respect of the road he was on, or any roads further down ahead.

Candace couldnt help but smile at the childish feeling of just riding along with Dale, bouncing lightly in the seat as she went along, a sight that very few people missed seeing as Candace Wellson rode with them. She did not pay the group much mind besides for Dale, who sat beside her and spoke idly of his own past with a wife and a wish for a family.

Candace did not know why, but she just felt closer to Dale then anyone else, but if she had to choose a second group person; it would have to be between Daryl and T-Dog, but I would never let either of them see me act like a child on christmas morn.

My thoughts stopped trailing those thoughts once the r.v. parked in a place that looked like a farm, but the only thing that could be missing was the cheery atmosphere in it. Leaving a small gloom cloud, where happy memories should be.

Looking around more, she notices there is a few vehicles, but if the cops were not in the farmhouse itself, than they left the premises for someplace, but where?

She opened the r.v. door and dropped herself out of the vehicle. Looking around more, she saw lights in the farmhouse, and hurried towards the building to see what was being done. Once she opened the door, she saw an older man who introduced himself as Hershal and guided me to the Grimes' boys. One, which was Carl, in the bed with his arm exposed to allow blood to keep going in, but next to the child sat Rick Grimes giving blood to his son, to keep him going.


This is a journey of how Candace Wellson does in zombie world, till death she parts or walks.