Lynn and Blake have been friends since kindergarten. They were perfect for each other, all their friends would constantly tease them about their relationship. As best friends. Only best friends.

Lynn, with her elbow length brown hair, and chocolate colored eyes, and olive colored skin. Lynn, with her 5 feet and 3 inches, and her thin, small frame and stature. Lynn, with her always wanting to just do. Her unorganized plans and her big mouth that constantly got Blake and her in trouble. Lynn, who'd grown up speaking two languages. Those included English and Spanish. Lynn was a wolverine that looked like a snuggle bug.

Blake, with his messy blond hair, and baby blue eyes, and medium skin tone. Blake, with his 6 feet, and his husky, muscular frame and stature. Blake with his constant reminder to Lynn to plan and think before doing. His organization and respect. Blake was a teddy bear that looked like an MMA fighter.

The two were complete opposites. Literally. If you looked up the word opposite in the dictionary, a picture of the two of them.

Chapter 1 - The Quarry Group and A Godamn Zoo

"Be honest. Do I look like Mr. Dinges?" Blake joked. He looked at Lynn and she immediately burst out laughing.

Mr. Dinges is what they had called their band teacher, named Mr. Minges. He was a tall, old, man with a mustache like the one Blake had shaped perfectly out of sticks and placed on his nose.

"You look like Mr. Dinges." Lynn says through laughter.

Blake was always able to make her laugh. Even when her parents got divorced. Even when her dog Chloe died. Even when they had to go to their old band teachers funeral, as screwed up as that sounds. If Lynn was feeling down, Blake could and would, bring her back up.

"Okay, tell me what we're looking for again?" Blake asked after they'd finished their fits of laughter.

"Wild onion." Lynn stated obviously.

"Okay." Blake paused. "What's it look like?"

"Well, the onion itself is in the ground. The stem is what you're looking for. It's thick and fades from green to red and-"

A walker growled and stumbled from the bushes. Lynn wasn't great with walkers but she could handle them. Blake, however, had saved her life on numerous occasions. Lynn tripped over a root and fell backwards. Blake brought a knife into the walkers skull. It dropped to the ground and Blake turned to help Lynn up.

"You gotta learn to do that." He says seriously to her. She comes up easily with the help of one of Blake's strong arms.

"Not when I have you." She laughs, but Blake is serious. She knows this. But Lynn hates when things have to be serious. She would rather sit around in her sweats all day, watching TV.

"Hands up!" A man yelled from behind them. He had a thick southern drawl. Blake immediately did this and slowly turned around. Lynn, however, was a good an actor as any. She crossed her hands over her chest and turned around abruptly at the man.

He was tall, taller than Blake. He had a crossbow pointed at the teenagers. "Wow." Lynn says sarcastically.

"Lynn." Blake says out of the corner of his mouth, warning her.

Like always, she ignores him. "The world goes to shit; and you spend your free time shooting teenagers. Probably rape the girls, I bet."

The man stood still, surprise covering his face, "I - I don't go 'round shootin' kids. Or rapin' 'em."

"With the whole redneck look. The accent. The boots. The illegal crossbow. Do you even have a license? Because, in the state of Georgia, a crossbow hunter must obtain and posses a primitive weapons license." Lynn says knowingly. Lynn is smart. She's good looking. But she's got one hell of a mouth.

"What are you, a cop?" The man spat.

"No, but my daddy was."

"Didn't I say put your hands up?!"

"You did."

"Then why don't you?! I'm the one with the crossbow!"

"Yes, but you said you don't shoot kids. Therefore, my friend and I are not in any immediate danger." The man spit, frustrated. Lynn had a sly smile on her face.

Blake, basically giving up, threw his hands to his sides and gave Lynn a look. She knew the look well. She's been given it plenty of times by Blake.

"Y'all are just kids. Ya hungry or somethin'?" The man asked.

"Why?" Blake asked, suspicious. Blake had only ever had older siblings. Lynn had always had younger. That was one reason they were a good match. Blake liked to protect her, have someone to look out for. Lynn liked to be protected, instead of always doing the looking out.

"Cuz. I got a camp with more people. Just south of the quarry." The crossbow wielding man offered. "Names Daryl."

Blake pulled Lynn to the side. "I say we go. Damn, I'm sick of these wild onions." Lynn says.

"We don't even know this guy!"

"I do." Blake gave Lynn a look. "His name is Daryl. He's got a crossbow and no licence. Kind of a dickhead." She mumbled the last part to herself.

"Lynn. . ." The thing was, Blake would have loved to go. But he couldn't endanger Lynn like that. He was alive because she was alive. He needed to protect her.

"Please!" Lynn begged, folding her hands and looking up at him.

"Whatever. If we die though, I'm going to kill you." Blake joked, punching her arm.

"What's your names?" Daryl asks.

"I'm Lynn."

"I'm Blake."

"How old are y'all?"

"17." They say at the same time.

"How far is this camp? I don't think I can walk another step!" Another thing Lynn was, was dramatic. But if you even implied this fact, she'd flip out.

"It's about a mile. Suck it up princess." Daryl spat not looking any where but forward.

Lynn had stopped in her tracks. Daryl and Blake were several steps ahead before they realized this and turned around.

"He didn't mean it, Lynn." Blake tried to calm her.

"If I'm such a princess, where's my prince, huh?!" She exclaimed, getting inches away from Daryl's face.

"There I was guessing." Daryl pointed a slightly shakey finger at Blake. Both teens burst out laughing. "What? You two ain't fuckin'?"

"Yeah," Blake joked, "She can't keep her hands off me!"

"Oh, yeah, and he's just waiting to eat me out!" Lynn busted.

"I feel like a fuckin' idiot. What the hells going on?" Daryl asked.

"We ain't fuckin'." Blake says after a minute.

"She yer sister?"

"Might as well be. Either that or I've been stuck in the friend zone for more than half my life." Blake added.

"Y'all are so horny." Daryl joked as the three kept walking.

When they got to the quarry camp, the three had drawn eyes from everyone at the camp. Lynn liked the attention. That's how Lynn was. She liked attention but she didn't crave it, nor did she fight for it.

Blake, however, hated eyes on him, unless it was for football or basketball. Because eyes were supposed to be on him. And they weren't just on him. He had an entire team.

Lynn saw him gulp and his face go slightly clammy. She put a hand on his shoulder, reassuringly.

"It's okay. I'm here too." She whispered to him. Daryl had heard this and found it hard to believe that the two weren't fucking.

Daryl hadn't bothered to introduce the two to everyone that had slowly gathered. Instead he went to a tent a few yards away and didn't look back.

"I'm Lynn. This is Blake." Lynn motioned to the boy next to her.

"Okay. Looks like Daryl isn't going to be a very respective host." A man with gray facial hair and a fishing hat says. "Glenn, you mind showing these two around?"

"No, not at all." The Asians eyes fell for a moment on Lynn, but he looked away, his face slightly red. But of course, that was from the Georgia heat. He cleared his throat. "Y'all hungry?"

"Yeah." Lynn says eagerly. She grabs Blake's hand and chases after Glenn. They sat at a little campfire.

"It ain't much, but that Daryl was supposed to be hunting." Glenn mumbles handing two bowls of oatmeal that the two teens gobble down delighted.

"So, will you two be sharing a tent?" Glenn asked.

"Yeah." Lynn says.

Glenn felt his heart drop slightly. "Okay, I can set it for you."

"That's alright. We know how, but if you could just put it where we know it's allowed. . . ?" Lynn asks, batting her eyelashes slightly.

"Yeah, if course." Glenn mumbles, leaving the fire.

"I wish you wouldn't do that." Blake says after a minute.

"Do what?"

"Toy with people. Make 'em like you and then let 'em down."

"Glenn doesn't like me like that. I know when enough is enough. Don't worry about me." She says reassuringly. This is how it always went.

Lynn would scrape the surface. Then she's get her shovel. Then she'd get her goddamn bulldozer. Soon enough though, Blake would have to come and dig her out of a hole too deep for her to get herself out of.

"Goin' huntin'." Daryl yelled to the camp, getting Blake and Lynn's attention.

"Can I come?" Lynn asks.

"Hell no."

"Well why not?"

"Cuz I ain't no babysitter."

"You don't have to babysit me." She paused. "Please?"

"Why?"

"You better say yes man," Blake says before either can continue, "I think that's the first time I've ever heard 'please' come from her mouth."

Lynn kicks him roughly in the side. "I just want to get back in the woods, that's all."

Daryl could see that she liked the woods as much as he did. "A'ight. Hurry your ass up though."

Lynn jogged behind him.

Annoyed would be an understatement, to describe Daryl Dixon at this moment. He had always been a hunter, not hunting for fun, hunting to survive. Meaning he was quiet on his feet. Barely making a sound. Lynn, however, seemed to make every leaf within ten feet crunch under her feet.

"Why isn't anything showing up?" Lynn whispered to him furiously.

"Because your louder than a goddamn zoo." Daryl barked.

"Well then teach me."

"Huh?"

"Teach me how to be quiet." Lynn urged.

Daryl sighed. He wasn't a fucking teacher but he needed to hunt. "This one's called the. . . um. . . fox method. Bend your knees."

Lynn bent her knees excessively.

"Sure this isn't so you can check out my ass?" Lynn mused.

"Hell no. Your a minor, kid." Daryl paused. "Now take a step. Let the outside of your foot touch the ground first, then your toes then your heel." Lynn did these things. She wasn't silent, but she was a hell of a lot quieter.

After a minute, Daryl continued walking. Followed by Lynn. "How come you're not walking like me, but you're still quiet?!" Lynn whisper shouted.

"Cuz. There ain't no method kid. But you sure as hell look like an idiot." Daryl laughed.

"Bastard." Lynn shoved Daryl's shoulder and the two kept walking.

Lynn wouldn't admit it, but she liked Daryl. She hadn't really met the rest of the quarry group, but Daryl was a fun guy.

It was difficult for Daryl to think this thought, but he too liked Lynn. She was funny and smart mouthed. Daryl saw himself in the kid. He couldn't deny it.

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