Spencer is trying to adjust to this cruel world. She has only her roommate and her five year old cousin, along with the group they joined. When everything went bad, they found these people who were like...home. Except one, who went by the name of Daryl Dixon. Rated M for far later chapters. DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN CHARACTERS. WALKING DEAD DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!

"Don't let go." The cold seeped into her bones and her teeth started chattering. Daryl shook his head, his eyes just as fearful as hers. "Please, don't let go." The truck tumbled forward and they were forced underwater. She was pulled from Daryl's grasp by the force of the motion but held onto the rope tightly before that too snapped. DD/OC [Rated M for later chapters]