I am so sorry I have taken a million years to update! Life is just a ton of shit happening one minute after another! This chapter is loaded and I hope it does not seem too soon to have this information, but do not fret! Please do let me know if it does seem too soon and I will change it if you guys would like to go on more! If not, I will continue and now that Jordan knows what has happened to her it is time to put things to the test and eventually see what everyone else will have to say to what's going on! I hope ya'll enjoy!

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Jordan-

When I was five, my mother sat me down for my first of what would be many years of piano lessons. My mother felt that I had an ear for music, hence why I'd been taking violin lessons for about five months prior and music lessons for about six. My mother also thought I had the body of a dancer and so I'd been doing ballet since I was old enough to dance. Since grade school up until college, I was a dancing pianist who read music brilliantly and could play the violin with my eyes closed. I was a scholar because of my father, I studied more than I breathed, it felt like. I graduated college with high honors. I was second to being valedictorian in my class, the actual valedictorian being a boy from Alaska who had been the first in his family to even finish high school, let alone college; he had a cataract in one eye and a learning disability along the lines of ADD paired with dyslexia. Despite all of his obstacles, that boy was a prodigy and although I would have loved to be valedictorian, I could not think of a better person to run in second best to.

My goals growing up were simple, graduate high school – which I did, with honors, get into a good college – which I did, graduate college – which I also did, with honors once more, get into a great career and be happy. I never really thought about getting married or having kids, not after my mom died. All I could think about was getting my ducks in a row and making my parents proud and making sure my little sister kept in a straight path. I didn't care what my sister chose to do, as long as she kept true to herself, I was on board.

As you can imagine, I didn't get to the last part of my goals…

I was in a car crash that ended…and began my life..

But I went to sleep for a while..

And when I woke up, the world was estranged and the dead were walking the lands, sending the living into the wilderness, forcing them to become savages...

I wish I could tell you I remember everything before the accident, hell I can barely remember who I was before all this. But, that shouldn't be such a shock, nowadays, I doubt anyone really remembers who they were before this all happened. I've been lucky enough to run into a group of people who are caring and kind, something that was hard before and has only become but so much more rare after this horrid turn of events.

General—

The nights were silent, only filled with the sound of ruffling trees in the breeze and the crackling of fire from the low flames of a spit just outside the small farm house. Maggie and Glenn sat side by side listening to the silence of the night, they were the ones on watch for the night; everyone else seemed to either be sleeping soundly or going about their own business silently. No one had really said much since the slaying of the walkers in the barn, and it was an unspoken unanimous decision that something should be done about Shane. Jordan and Daryl kept out of the camp's politics; they pretty much stood on either one side of the fence or the other, never in the middle which seemed to be a popular stance with the people in the camp.

"What do you think we should do about Shane? I mean, we can't have some crazy guy waltzin' around ready to just kill a bunch of people. You heard that crazy talk about killin' them people that own the farm." T-Dog shook his head, his eyes looking at Andrea as he cleaned out the gun that has carried him the whole way here. Andrea shrugged, "I'm not sure. I mean, Rick hasn't said anything about it. What are we supposed to do? Leave him somewhere? Kill him? That wouldn't make us any better than him."

"No, that'd make us alive. He's crazy and I know he killed that man back when Carl was hurt. He is reckless and dangerous and probably wouldn't hesitate to put any one of us down if it meant him bein' alive." T-Dog resorted back, earning a look from Andrea.

"Even so, we're not a group of cold blooded killers. We can't just kill a man just because we don't like the way he's been acting. Look around us, the world is crazy, eventually some people are gonna snap; what do we do then? Just keep killin' people until there ain't no one left but us and a gun and we gotta be our only way out?" Andrea sighed softly, her eyes watching the gun T-Dog was cleaning. "All I'm sayin' is, we should wait until he's done something, something that threatens us and not some walkers and then take action. Yes, what Shane did was inexcusable, but those things are dangerous and shouldn't have been there."

"Yea and we shouldn't have been here either. Hershel and his family have been kind enough to allow us on their land and look what one of ours turn around and does. Hope Hershel don't end up kickin' the rest of us out 'cause of one rotten apple's stupid ass decisions." T-Dog finished cleaning his gun and got up, "I'm gonna go see if Glenn and Maggie wanna trade, I don't see me fallin' asleep any time soon." With that, T-dog exited the camper and walked towards the small farm home.

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"…Daryl…" Jordan muttered, her body was a bit tense, she had just woken from a terrible dream and her body was on guard.

"Mmmmm?" Daryl could barely formulate a thought, his mind groggy with sleep. It'd been a bit of time since either one of them had gotten any sleep.

"…Nothin', get some sleep.. I'm just gonna get some fresh air." Jordan whispered, getting up and walking out into the cold night. Jordan wore something Maggie had given her, a black V-neck shirt and black yoga pants with Jordan's own combat boots and a baggy beige sweater to sleep in. Jordan had no weapons on her, she didn't need them. She'd been showing Daryl hunting tips and gave him the rest of her arrows, the one sword she had in possession was stuck in the carcass of some walker because there'd been a horde not too far from the farm and Jordan was acting fast, her primal side taking over and her primitive side not thinking too far ahead. But, it was all right, Jordan didn't need any weapons.

Outside, Jordan walked around silently, watching as Maggie and Glenn called it a night and T-Dog took over. Jordan listened as she heard soft breathing from the tents as the others slept or talked lightly amongst themselves. Her thoughts drifted and Jordan thought back to before this, to the last thing she could recall…

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"Danni, this CD is so depressing, I have no idea why you listen to it so often." Ronnie sighed deeply, ejecting the CD from the car player and turned on the radio.

"Well, the third track on that CD is the song I did my first concert to. Mom had given the CD to the dance teacher and told her she saw my personality in that song. The teacher agreed and I did my first big solo to that song." Jordan answered softly. Ronnie gave her big sister a knowing look then sat back in her seat a bit, looking at the silver CD in her hand. She knew Jordan missed their mom so much, their mom and Jordan were practically best friends. They did everything together, and although Ronnie loved their mother too, she was more of a daddy's girl. Ronnie bit her lip and sighed, looking for the case to put the CD in.

"It should be in the holder under your seat. " Jordan muttered, her voice in a daze. Ronnie nodded and slowly began to reach for the case only for the CD to slip off her finger and onto the floor. "Ronnie…" Jordan moaned softly, the CD had fallen just beside Jordan's seat and Ronnie was too busy reaching for the case that she hadn't even noticed. Shaking her head, Jordan slowly reached for the CD as she continued to drive….

Everything happened in a flash, a truck or something as big as a truck ran a red light and went right into Jordan and Ronnie's car, pushing them with such intense force that the car flipped.

Everything was black; all she could hear was the blood rushing through her body and sirens in the distance. The smell of blood and gas…and screaming..

Jordan could hear the screaming growing louder and louder, only to realize it wasn't Ronnie that was screaming- it was her. Jordan could barely breathe; her ribs were either broken or crushed and she was losing consciousness fast. Looking over at Ronnie, it was obvious she was either gone already or passed out; Jordan could only hope it was the later.

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"What… What do you mean she will write our destinies?" Asked another voice.

"You see, we've been having reports of people dying… and turning into these monsters… They'll die and come back and they are not who they were before, far from it in fact. It has all been hidden and we've made sure no one has any idea what's going on with it, but this is what we've been waiting for. This woman, her mother was a host, she volunteered to be a testing subject since she was about 13. We'd been testing and testing, but to no avail. When she got sick, we were hoping the infection would take over and she'd be… better, but she did not make it. The last surgery she had for her cancer took her life and she did not come back to us.

"This girl, however, when she was born, was born just as you see her, except for her eyes. Her eyes were crimson and everything about her screamed success… But the infection went dormant. We wanted to continue testing, but we had no right, the original host had been a volunteer. This, this was a baby and the original host denied us access to her offspring – but we knew. We knew eventually this would happen; we unfortunately did not want her to have to die. You see, now, that her body has died… Her body is responding with the infection… She's connected to the virus on a genetic level. She's reviving and her body will fully heal and she will be… She will be the cure to what is soon to come." The man smiled, his eye watching Jordan as her body pieced its self back together.

"What about her sister? Was she not affected by the virus in her mother's system?" The man looked up at the person who spoke.

"No, the host was too weak to continue testing, that combined with the radiation would probably have had bad consequences, as well as her being pregnant, we didn't want to push the risk."

"And the father… What do we tell the father? Doesn't he need to see the body… and..."

"We've got that all covered…" Answered the man, his train of thought cut off when Jordan woke up, gasping for air and screaming in pain as her ribs broke themselves and placed themselves back in place. "Get her under, we need her to sleep during this process and then we need to start testing."

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Jordan's eyes widened, that was the most she'd ever remembered…. And it all felt as if it happened just yesterday, but then again for her, it was just yesterday. Her body was shaking and her eyes were crimson, "I'm infected…" her voice was just above a whisper that was carried away with the wind.

"You remember now, don't you?" came a rough voice from behind. Turning quickly, Jordan's green hues met with the blue skies that were Daryl's eyes.

"Yes… I remember…" Jordan whispered.

"Good, you don't have to share with anyone what you remember until you're ready." smiled Daryl, walking over to the shaken Jordan. Daryl brought her to him in a soft embrace, something foreign to them both. "Thank you, but I fear you may not want me around any longer when I do…"

"That's impossible. Not many people left in the world, I'll be damned if I walk away from one of the only good ones around."