She clutched her baby to her, her wide terrified eyes staring around at the chaos surrounding her. They were everywhere people were screaming, running, crying. Her eyes darted from one direction to the next, everywhere around her were zombies, people were trying to fight them, trying to save their families, but the camp was over run, there was too many. Screams pierce the air as people were taken down. Jenika backed away holding her screaming baby tightly to her. She couldn't find her dad or her brothers, she was scared. She was pushed forward someone hitting her back, as she turned she watched the woman who had run in to her being grabbed by a zombie. The woman's terrified eyes looked up at her, as she screamed trying to fight the zombie off, she couldn't understand what the woman was saying but she knew she was crying for help, but Jenika didn't help. She backed away, turning her back, clutching her baby tightly she ran and didn't look back.

Two months that's how long it had been since the dead had begun to walk, at first there wasn't many of them, they were easy to avoid, easy to kill, easy to survive but then there numbers increased rapidly, they were everywhere in large hordes, tearing down anything in their way, cities fell people ran. In two months and the dead had taken everything.

Jenika pulled Nikolai to her, as she peaked around the corner of the building she was hiding behind, her eyes scanning the street. She could count five, four walking around and one sitting on the floor leaning against a car, he looked dead but she couldn't be sure. Nikolai gurgled in his sleep, the quiet sound muffled by her top and the sling he was wrapped in, but the dead stopped moving, they had heard it. She froze in fear her breath stilling as she pulled Nikolai closer to her, after what felt like hours but was only seconds the zombies went back to roaming aimlessly. She let out the breath she was holding releasing her tight hold on Nikolai. They were safe, for now. She really didn't have a clue what she was doing, she didn't even want to do this, she didn't want to go in to a town, towns were always the most crowded with the dead, but she hadn't eaten in two weeks and she was having trouble producing milk for Nikolai.

She needed food.

This was her first time attempting to scavenge a town. She had been sticking to the forests like her father had taught her, but she knew if she had any chance at finding food she'd need a town. Hence why she was standing her back pressed against someone's old house, across from an old store. Her heart was racing as she glanced around the corner at the zombies, she really didn't want to do this, but it was just her and Nikolai now, she didn't know where her family was or whether they were alive, dead or the walking dead. She had to be the provider now. She had to do this. You know what to do, just follow what dad said keep quiet, low and stay alert.

Oh how desperately she wished her fathers and brothers were here to help her. But they weren't it was only her and Nikolai, alone. Her family's fate was a mystery to her, she just hoped they survived.

She choked back the sob that wanted to spill from her lips at the memories that clouded her head. She couldn't cry, she couldn't make any noise, she just had to get to the store find some food and get somewhere safe before the zombies knew she was there. She didn't want to be found she didn't want to lose her baby to. Stop being such weakling! You have a baby to look after come on!

She peaked around the corner again making sure none of the zombies were facing her way, she quietly moved slipping from her hiding place and across the alley to the next building, her target the shop. The store had a broken back exit, the bottom window completely smashed, she crouched next to it, glancing inside the darkened store, her eyes straining to see any movement, when she was sure there wasn't any, she slipped inside, the broken glass crunching under her feet, still weary she cautiously began looking around, trying to keep out of sight of the front windows, she didn't want the zombies outside to see her, she didn't want to be seen fall stop get in get out. She nodded to herself roaming the aisles quietly. The store had already been scavenged; shelves were empty apart from empty tins or spoiled foods. There was nothing, no food, nothing. Jenika heaved a sigh as she stared at an empty can of beans, her stomach rumbling painfully. She placed the tin back on the shelf carefully and quietly looking around the store as if food would appear.

It didn't.

"Guess we're going to have to try somewhere else" She whispered to Nikolai turning to leave the store when the rolling of a can made her freeze, she stared down at the can as it rolled past her, before looking in the direction it came from, her eyes landing on a zombie as it crawled out from behind the counter. Its milky white dead eyes found her quickly and it began moving towards her faster reaching out, groans leaving its lips. Gulping she moved fast towards the broken window she had entered through, only to jump back as another zombie swiped at her. She backed away her eyes looking around for another exit. She couldn't go through the front of the store there was too many zombies on the street and there could be more, and these two were blocking her exit through the window. She gulped staring at the dead hungry eyes that stumbled towards her; as her trembling body met the wall she realized she was trapped.

His knife slide through the walker's skull, killing it silently and instantly before it could alert the others he was here; he didn't want a horde on him he just wanted to see if anything was left and move out, hopefully pain killers. It had been a week since he cut his own hand off and it still burned, he knew he had an infection, if the ugly green healing skin and puss was anything to go by, fuck officer friendly for making him cut his hand off. He was going to find them and make them wish he was dead. Leaving him to die like an animal caught in a trap. He even begged the black man to help him. Begged! A rattling sound snapped him from his thoughts, and he ducked just in time behind a car, walkers roaming on the other side. He glanced out from his hiding place eyeing the walkers before scanning the area for more, his eyes stopping on a small shop, it had probably been scavenged but it was worth a try. He pushed himself up hissing when he used his stump, he kept forgetting he only had one hand. Fucking bastards! In a fit of anger he kicked a stone, it skidded away from him clanging as it hit something. The walker's attention was drawn to it in seconds the five he had and even more pulled there self from there hiding places stumbling towards the noise, he waited till he was sure the coast was clear before running to the store, pushing open the front door and making his way inside. There was a back door 'emergency exit' with a broken bottom window, a second easy exit. His eyes barely got to roam the shelves when he heard the groans and his eyes landed on two walkers, scratching at the storage room door, whatever was behind it certainly had their attention. Migh' be an animal. Gripping his knife tightly in his hand, he stalked towards them unnoticed taking out the first with ease, and the second as it began to turn. He kicked the bodies out of the way; trying the door handle it was open. He turned the handle carefully opening the door, knife at hand, but when the door opened instead of seeing an animal for dinner he saw something else.
"Well fuck" He muttered not expecting to see a living woman hunched over in the corner, her head snapped up and she stared back at him with wide eyes, slowly standing giving Merle a better view of her. Just as good to eat I suppose. He eyed her chest seeing a bundle of something cradled to it, wrapped in what looked like a sling. He eyed it hoping it was supplies; maybe she had some food he could persuade her to share, but then he saw it, sticking out of the bundle in her arms, smaller than his little finger was a tiny fist. "Double fuck, you got a baby?"
The woman shook her head, jumbling out a sentence that was nowhere near English. Merle frown.
"First alive piece of ass I find is an immigrant with a baby"
His interest dropped in her knowing she wasn't English. Fucking immigrants still taking over even when the dead walk. He glanced around the storage room seeing a few boxes he decided to look through them completely ignoring the woman behind him. They were empty. Just my luck he grumbled throwing one of the boxes at the wall, the woman flinched hugging her baby to her when it stirred because of the noise.
"You bes' keep that thin' quiet woman"
The woman glanced at him seeing his glare at her, she made for the door. Merle turned back to the storage room, looking around for anything useful, when he heard her screech. He stormed out of the room ready to yell at her about attracting walkers when he saw what made her screech. All the walkers his stone throw had attracted earlier were outside the front of the store smacking gentle against the window. Fuck Merle cursed knowing they must have seen him enter. The walker's groans grew as they smacked against the window harder trying to get to them, they pressed against the glass and a crack sound echoed snapping the woman from whatever daze she was in, she darted to the emergency exit and Merle followed just as the glass caved in. There was a load of walkers behind the store as well, on both sides of the alley and a wall in front of them, boxing them in. Fuck! Merle growled his eyes jumping to the woman as she ran towards the wall using a chair to help her climb on the dumpster and on to the wall. Smart Merle followed heaving himself up on to the dumpster and on to the wall just as walkers surrounding the dumpster, there arms reaching up like toddlers asking to be picked up. There were only two walkers on the other side of the wall, Merle jumped down, hearing the woman follow and seeing her fall forward from the corner of his eye. He kicked the first walker backwards stabbing the other then turning and stomping on the firsts head crushing it before it could get up. Just as he went to jog on, more walkers appeared blocking his exit. There was to many for him to fight.
"Fuck fuck fuck! Come on then ya bastards!" Merle yelled gripping his knife tightly; if he was going to die he was going to take as many walkers as he could with him. The woman rambled in whatever language she spoke but Merle ignored her, his eyes focused on the walkers coming towards him, there was a large horde fuck and the banging noise was just attracting more. Fucking woman!
"Would you stop fucking bangin" Merle turned to glare at the woman, but she wasn't behind him anymore. Where the fuck? He glanced around him, his eyes landing on her; she was on a fire escape, she pointed towards the ladder, he hadn't even seen it. Merle ran over pulling himself up beginning to climb but as he only had one hand he was finding it hard, slow. Walkers grabbed at his legs, there rotten hands pulling him. He was losing his grip. Dainty hands grabbed at his stump arm pulling him.
"Don't need no help" He growled but using her help he managed to kick free of the walkers hands and pull himself up the ladder. He pulled himself up to a standing position glanced down at the walkers as they tried to climb the ladder. Stupid dead bastards.

He had made it out the city. Didn't find anything useful but he made it. Nothing can kill a Dixon but a Dixon. He nodded to himself climbing in the drivers side of his box truck. Someone had left it near the train tracks with keys and and half a tank of gas and he gladly took it. The sun was starting to set, he needed to find somewhere to stay the night away from the town. Merle started the truck his eyes flicking to the wing mirror, there was a small horde of zombies leaving the town heading towards him but he had some distance on them. There not heading for you are they brother? He's eyes fell to the woman standing on the road side looking around her, like some lost child, cradling her baby to her. Saves yer life so you live her to die, with her baby. Merle growled his fist tightening on the wheel. Fuck you Daryl. His eyes on the woman, he growled again punching the stirring wheel he reached over and threw open the passenger's side door beeping the horn. The woman jumped but made her way over to the box truck.
"Fucking brothers, fucking immigrants fucking babies fucking zombies!"