Hello! Sorry for the long time to update; I was busy with school and stuff.

Though, I won't be able to update from the 20th on, since I'm going on vacation.

Don't worry though ^^ I'll try to update as much as I can while I'm on break, and I'll write more when I'm off and will update as soon as I come back. I would like to thank toomanyfandomssolittletime, SeverusSnape'sLove, and Crystal Forest for giving positive feedback. And Crystal, thank you for convincing me to put this story up^^

You guys should check out her story Have Hope, and its sequel, Turmoil

Anywho, on with the story! And I apologize for the short chapter, I promise the next ones will be longer!

Between the world going to hell and staying with the fairly new group she had found, Anya hadn't bothered to keep track of time herself. She had guessed that it had been a few months, maybe more. Though, she knew it was long enough that she had been able to survey most of the other members, and learn a few things about them.

Firstly, there was Dale, one of the ones to keep his morality since the world collapsed. He was the oldest of the group, being in his sixties. His age could be fairly distinguished, from his white hair and bald spot. With talking to him, Anya found that he used to have a wife that had died from cancer, and that he had rescued Amy and Andrea before being part of the group. Anya respected him not only for his wise personality, but also for keeping a level head during these times.

Amy and Andrea were the type of sisters that had a tight bond, despite their large age differences. Though, Anya learned that it wasn't always like this; Andrea had told her of the times she wouldn't come to see Amy, which earned her resentment from the other. Anya guessed that the two only began to bond just before the apocalypse.

Then there was Lori, now a single mother raising Carl, her only son. Apparently, she had been married to a police officer who had been shot down and sent into a never-ending coma. The husband, known as Rick, had died in the hospital according to Shane, whom had worked with him. To Anya, if she weren't suspected to be shagged by Shane, she may have viewed her as an honest woman. Despite this, she still kept closest to her, seeing that they had almost similar fates.

Carol was one of the other women of the camp, who was very humble and kind in Anya's eyes. She was another survivor at the camp that she had highly respected, even dealing with her abusive husband and raising her daughter. As for Ed himself, Anya loathed him to her very core; not only for his abusive habits towards Carol and Sophia, but being an overall drunken ass. Shane often dealt with him, which was perfectly fine for Anya; she would have done much worse if it had been her.

The rest she had remembered simply by name, not finding much about them or where they came from. But this was fine with her; she wouldn't ask unless they decided they wanted to share. Though, among those many acquaintances, there were few that she felt needed a swift kick in the arse.

Nevertheless, she bit her tongue, helping with the daily chores. The group often rotated, so that no one was stuck with one job. Anya mostly took to helping with laundry and teaching the children (to lessen the load on Lori.) She would also occasionally hunt –if the powers that be let her – to at least have some food at the end of the day.

Hunting. That was what she had been doing from quite some time in the dim woods as she surveyed the trees. Quietly stepping further in, to not attract anything unwelcome, she watched for anything to catch. That is, until she saw a squirrel on one of them; it sat alone in the tree, nibbling innocently on nuts and berries it had scavenged.

Anya pursed her lips as she nodded to herself, tightening her grip on her 29"recurve bow. She silently retrieved an arrow from the quiver on her back, carefully mounting it on the arrow rest and nocking it.

'Steady now.' She thought, her breathing hushed as she pulled the string a few inches from her chin.

"Don't move." She barely mouths, keeping her eyes on the oblivious squirrel in front of her. She aims the arrow to her target before eventually letting go of the string. The arrow flew, a soft thud sounding on the ground before the wood became silent once more.

Anya smirked slightly as she walked towards her kill, picking it up by the tail and slowly pulling the bloody arrow out. She tied it off on a rope of half a dozen others that hugged her waist like a belt. She looked up at the darkening sky, sighing to herself. Deciding to head back before it became too dark, she put her arrow back into its sheath before sauntering back to the camp.


"Looks like you made it out alright, as usual." Dale said to Anya, sitting by her as she allowed the meat to cook over the open fire. She chuckled at his statement, glancing up at him before returning her attention to cooking.

"Sounds to me ye don't 'ave faith in me." She joked lightly. She studied the meat carefully, seeing that it was done. With the help of Lori, she managed to serve everyone their meals; minus the Dixon brothers, to which she saved meat for them when they came.

They all sat in silence for quite some time, though nobody seemed to mind; there really wasn't much to say. That is, until Glenn –who had been sitting next to Anya—finally decided to create a conversation.

"So uh…Anya, right?" he started awkwardly, looking to Anya as to silently ask if he was correct.

"Aye."

"What did you think of America, you know, before all this?" he asked quietly. Anya slightly raised an eyebrow as the attention of the group was now on her. It made her feel odd, all this attention. She silently wondered why they were so interested in getting to know her, nonetheless finally mustering up the courage to answer the Korean-American.

"I thought it was nice." She stated simply, "A good place to live an' make a decent income."

"Did you come often to see your brother?"

"Aye, when I could."

"What was Belfast like?" the questions from Glenn seemed endless.

"'Ey, slow down there! Why don't ye save some of those for a later time, eh?" Anya responded, with a chuckle from some of the others. Glenn nodded shifting guiltily. "Aw, lighten up. I was only jokin'" she laughed, nudging him. This earned a small smile from Glenn, before they all fell silent again.