::Chapter 3::

I was able to hear a distant car alarm but it didn't take long before it disappeared. I mumbled angrily to myself while Turtle stuck his head out the window, enjoying the wind blowing in his face. I was so mad! Not only was I ditched, twice, but I couldn't find these stupid bitches so then I can kill them myself for leaving me.

The car alarm was the only thing I had going for me but then that stopped being loud and stupid so now I couldn't even figure out where they were. I was so mad I felt like shooting everything in a ten mile radius. Except for Turtle of course.

I looked around in the car, looking to see if there were any CDs or something that I could play to stop this deafening silence that was going on. Unfortunately, this person apparently never listened to music or they just didn't listen to music in the car.

My fist slammed against the steering wheel as my anger started to quench. I mean, I guess they didn't really deserve my anger. They didn't know I was there and they probably thought I was just another zombie. However, I had a dog with me and I wasn't staggering around like someone who was crazy drunk and I had a baseball bat in my hands. I never saw a zombie with a weapons or a baseball bat or anything like that.

Whatever. I had to remember what I learned in that anger management thing I went to. Deep breathing and… well that was all I remembered from that.

As soon as my I started to calm down, the car gave a violent jerk and a weird rattling sound erupted out of nowhere. The wheel went all crazy and I had little to no control left of the moving vehicle I was sitting in. I slammed my foot on the brake, making the car swerve and the back slipped and slid all over the place.

The car all of a sudden stopped with one last violent jerk and it was sitting horizontally across the road. At first, all I felt was panic and in that panic, I gripped the steering wheel with both hands so tightly my knuckles were white and my eyes were wide with fear. I turned my head to Turtle, just to make sure he was okay. He tried to crawl over onto my lap and lick my face, showing that he was perfectly fine and not hurt.

While I was stroking his head, I saw smoke rising out from under the hood of the car. I groaned, "Fuck…" I quickly opened the door and got out before reaching into the back of the car for my duffle bag. Turtle hopped out right behind me and sniffed along the road then just started to entertain himself while I tried to figure out what was wrong with the car.

I opened the hood of the car and looked inside. Something was smoking but I had no fucking idea what it was. I rummaged around inside of it, trying to figure out what was wrong. I did take Mechanics in high school but… I barely passed that class and the only reason I passed was because I was working with someone who sucked at math but was good with the engine and I rocked at math but sucked with the engine. We helped each other out. Now, all I had was my amazing math skills and no engine skills.

My fingers wrapped around a wire that looked like it was connected to the thing that was emitting smoke all over the place. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and pulled the wire out. At first, there was nothing but then, the car started its alarm.

My eyes shot open and I jumped back, surprised by the sudden loud noise that was erupting from car. Turtle barked at the car at first, only to be hushed by me. I knew my cover was already blown but that didn't matter, I had to find a way to re-cover it.

Since I had no idea on how to shut up the car, I took out my baseball bat and started to beat down on the engine and everything else in there. After around five swings, the car shut up. I smiled at my genius mind before I felt the anger starting to rise in my chest again. Now I had no fucking car. If it wasn't broken before, it was now.

I looked around, just making sure that there were no zombies around and as soon as I found out that there weren't, I laid out my anger on the now dead car. I hit it repeatedly with my baseball bat until I was calm again.

I sat against the car and dropped my baseball bat beside me. I didn't know what to do now. I had no where to go at all whatsoever. My family, if they were still alive, were back at home in Miami. Miami was a while to go with just walking. Especially during a zombie apocalypse.

Turtle continued sniffing around the road, his little stub of a tail wagging ever so slightly. I ignored him while I moved my right arm around uncomfortably. I quietly groaned, "Fuck me… I think I pulled somethin'." While I flexed and un-flexed my fucked up arm, Turtle practically hopped into my lap and grabbed my jacket sleeve in between his teeth and tried pulling me away. I looked impatiently at him, "Whaaaaaat?" He just pulled harder, a quiet growl forming from his throat.

"What? What do you want?" He let go of my jacket sleeve and bounded a few steps away, barking the whole time. I stood up and walked to him, grabbing the baseball bat as I left. Turtle jumped up and down, acting all proud and majestic and shit.

He ran away down a dirt road, barking and prancing around as I followed. I put my fingers to my lips, "Shut the fuck up Turtle! There's a low chance that there's zombies this far away but there's still a chance." He ignored me and continued barking while running up this road.

::Later That Night ((Mellisa's POV))::

Who knew that Lori and Carl were Rick's family? It was pretty adorable seeing their reunion and now Carl got his daddy back. It seemed like a great day. Rick got installed into the "family" and now we were sitting around the fire and everyone got to interrogate him.

While everyone was asking Rick questions, I began to think about what would happen tomorrow. It wasn't going to be as great as today. Daryl was gonna be fucking pissed when he found out we left Merle handcuffed to that roof but I guess we could deal with that tomorrow. And by "we" I mean Shane and new guy.

T-Dog was just leaving when everyone heard something. It sounded like… barking? We all looked down the road to where it sounded like the barking was coming from. Shane and Rick started to stand up just as a Rottweiler came running into camp.

The Rottweiler barked at us, not in a menacing way but in a "HEY GUYS!" kinda way. I stood up and walked over to him, "What's up random dog?" He jumped up at me, biting my jacket and tried pulling me away.

I let him lead me away until I heard Shane say, "Mel. You shouldn't be leavin' during the night."

I flicked my hand at him, "This dog knows something. Maybe there's someone around or something."

"How can you be sure?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Fucked if I know but you can never tell with this kinda shit. I'm gonna go just in case."

Dale stood up and walked over to me too, "If you want to go that much, you're not going alone. I'll go with you."

In the end, I got to go with this random dog with Shane, Rick, Dale and Glenn. I think everyone else was curious to know what this Rottweiler wanted too.

Quite a ways down the road, we found some girl sitting down on the ground with her back against a big rock. She was looking down so it really looked like she was dead. The guys, besides Glenn who didn't have a gun, pointed their guns at the body while Glenn and I just stood there.

The dog let out a threatening growl and stood in front of the body with stiff legs. The moment the guys lowered their guns, the dog stopped growling and relaxed a bit. He went over to the body and stuck his nose into her neck, letting out a little whine as he did it.

The body shivered and the guys raised their guns again to the body. The girl's hands raised slightly and she let out a quiet groan. We all took a step back from her, all of us immediately thinking that she was a Walker and her dog just didn't know it yet.

The girls arms raised some more and pushed the dog away, "Turtle you melon fucker." The girl said. "All I'm trying to do is sleep. God…" She looked up and her eyes widened when she saw us, "Holy fuck… what're you guys doin' with those guns? You guys lookin' for a gun fight? I got one too." She pulled out a shotgun and pointed it at us, "That's right! Bring it on bitches!"

Rick held up his hands, "We're not looking for a fight."

The other guys did the same as Rick and Shane said, "Now I think you should just put the gun down."

The girl looked angry and stood up, "Put the gun down? You guys started it!"

"We just thought you were a Walker." Glenn said, the panic very clear in his voice.

She looked at him, "Walker?" She dropped her gun to her side, "Fuck. Well I'm obviously not. What kinda fuckin' Walker carries a shotgun? Then you come along, tryin' to shoot me and shit!"

"Look, they're sorry-" I began, only to be cut off by her again.

"I don't think 'sorry' is gonna cut it. What if I came up to you while you were sleeping on the side of the road with a bunch of other twats then pointed a gun at your face? How would you react?"

"Well… I guess I'd be pretty freaked out." I admitted.

"Ya well you know what they say! Don't fuck a wounded bear!"

I raised an eyebrow, "How… how does that have anything to do with this situation?"

She shrugged, "I dunno. I just heard Nathan say it from Misfits once."

I smiled, "I love Misfits!"

She smiled too, the past now forgotten in her mind, "Oh my God so do I! Do you know, if the world didn't end and shit, that they were gonna get rid of Nathan in the third season?"

"WHAT? That's awful."

"I know eh?"

We were probably gonna continue talking about Misfits if Rick didn't have to ruin the moment by saying, "We should get back to camp. It's late and Walkers could be anywhere."

Shane nodded, "Ya we should get going."

The girl held out her hand to me, "My name is Elise MacManus. You can just call me Elle though."

I shook her hand, "I'm Mellisa Ryder. You can call me Mel I guess. And that's Glenn," I said, indicating to the, now calming down, Asian beside me.

He gave a small wave, "Hi."

"Hi." Elle said back politely.

Then I indicated to Shane and Rick, "And that's Shane and Rick," then I nodded to Dale, "And that's Dale."

When everyone finished their greetings, we left back for camp. "Oh ya!" Elle exclaimed, "And this is Turtle." She knelt down and stroked the Rottweiler's head. "He's as friendly as friendly can be. I haven't seen him be aggressive to anything since this one time this dude tried to mug me. He nearly bit his finger off. Funny as Hell!" She said, quietly laughing to herself as we continued onwards to camp.