Raven ran faster. She tried to ignore the erupting screams that circled her. Her short, dark curls swung into her face and she brushed them away with a quick had. Her father being who he was, she was great at running. People often considered her the female version of him. She went along with his football practices and got autographs for her friends. But none of that matters anymore. Not when the dead walk. Not when people are being eaten. Raven was being chased not only by the enlarging group of walkers behind her, but also by the military. Raven hated leaving her mother and father behind, but she was being chased out! Raven had been splattered with the walkers blood when she was fighting one and they had mistaken her for one of the dead. So she kept running.

Her dad would be proud of how fast she was running. He would say, 'Thats my daughter!'. He always said that, even when he was disguised, he would still let everyone know that she was her daughter. The rest of the Falcons football team would cheer too, no doubt. Saying how she'd be the first female in the NFL. But, in all honesty, Raven wasn't obsessed with football. She understood it, and with her dad being who he was, she ate, slept, breathed football. But she wouldn't want it as a career.

Suddenly, the military vehicle turned around. They really aren't that smart, are they? Raven thought. The idiots tried to drive them out of the city, it had worked, but now they were driving back into the city, taking the heard with them. The stupidity in the situation was beyond compare. Raven slowed to a walk as the walkers ignored her. After a minute, she was alone on the highway. Raven wasn't more than 13, and she would have to admit, she didn't like the dark. She stopped every time the wind rustled or a twig snapped. Suddenly, she heard a car and head lights were on her in a flash. She whipped around. The car stopped, not bothering to turn off the high beams, and a man got out of the passenger side.

"Ya alrigh'?" This man was breathtaking. Raven knew he was far too old for her, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? He had dirty blond hair just scraping his shoulders and sweet but hard blue eyes. Despite the fact they were blue, they reminded her of chocolate. He was wearing a sleeveless flannel, to her pleasure. His arms were muscular and his biceps were a different kind of muscle then her dad had. They were a type of muscle you got from doing not simply working out. He wore dirty blue jeans and heavy boots that cloped as he walked towards her. "Hm?" He asked again.

"Um, yeah I'm fine." Raven choked out, regaining her composure.

"Ya bit?"

"No."

"It ain't safe out here." He looked her up and down. She knew that this man didn't mean any harm. He wasn't a bad guy, she could see it in her eyes. That's one thing Raven was really good at. Reading people. The man seemed to be thinking. "C'mon." Without another word he turned back towards his truck. Raven didn't hesitate to follow. Despite how shady this guy was, she hated the dark. He allowed her to slide in first. The man in the driver's seat was easily the other guys older brother. He was bald but had a stubble on his chin and his eyes were a shade lighter than the other man's. They reminded her of the sky, because they were cloudy. He was muscular as well, wearing a wife beater tank top, over it he wore a leather vest. His blue jeans were worn like the other man's. He also wore heavy boots.

"Aw, C'mon Darleena!" He exclaimed. "Ya bringin' a nigga with ya?"

Raven was astounded. Her family (her mother, father and her) were all back, and the 'n' word was strictly prohibited.

"At least I ain't the white trash, redneck, cracker." Raven spit back. The man to her right snickered as they started to drive.

"I like this one." The racist man said. "What's ya name kid?"

"Raven Patterson."

"Hold up, ya wouldn' happen ta be Cordarrelle Patterson's kid, would ya?" The racist man asked.

Raven smacked herself for saying her last name. "Yeah, I am."

"Wait, for real?"

"Yeah."

"Nice, kid."

There was silence for a minute as the two men took in the NFL stars child. "What're your names?" Raven asked.

"Daryl."

"Merle."

Those were definate redneck names. Raven waited for a long minute. The two men seem alright. At least she wasn't in the dark by herself, and the headlights were bright on the highway. Raven examined the men more thoroughly. She looked to the one called Merle first. His eyes were, glassy and bloodshot. He was sweating a lot too, she noticed. His left hand on the wheel was shaking. Raven knew these signs from when her father invited his friends over when she was younger. He didn't really do that anymore, now that she was older.

"You're drunk." She mumbled to him.

"I migh' have a buzz. " He whispers back.

"You shouldn't be driving."

"I'm okay, ain't nobody else on the road."

"Where are we going?" She asked in her normal voice.

"Ta our house." Daryl said.

"How far is that?" She pressed. Raven didn't feel safe with a 'buzzed' driver.

"'Bout an hour." Daryl responded. Raven could handle that. Hell, she was uncomfortable but there wasn't anyone else on the road and Merle didn't seem like he was drunk drunk.

After a few minutes, Ravens eyes started to get droopy. It was around midnight. She slouched in her middle seat. She stared at the roof of the cabin. It was patted but dirty and stained. With what, she couldn't tell you. She thinks, how the hell do you stain the roof of your car? Raven slouched even more, pulling her legs up to her, her feet brushed the side of Daryl's leg and he flinched, but Raven felt the contact to be comforting. Raven started twirling her curls around her fingers, imagining what her mother and father would be thinking right now. Her father hated it when she was gone, and the outbreak had started at a friend's house.

Raven remembers sneaking out to Travis' party with her friend, Lyla, and walking down the street when a walker jumped from behind a building and grabbed Lyla by the arm and took a chunk from her throat. That's why Raven was running. That's also why she was dressed the way she was.

Her hair had been put into pigtails, though was now loose and slightly messy. She was wearing a blue and red flannel that was a few sizes too big over her white wife beater tank. Her short denim shorts hiked into her butt, but they were cute all the same. She also wore a rhinestone belt, though it wasn't really needed. To complete the outfit she was wearing her rebel flag cowboy boots. She also had her leather mini backpack with her. It didn't contain much. A few pads and tampons, a pair of gym shorts, her tooth brush (she was planning on spending the night at Lylas), and her phone. Her phone!

I'm such an idiot! She cursed herself before taking out her phone. She pulled up her dad's number.

"Guys, I'm going to call my dad, tell him I'm okay and that I'm with . . . . . my aunt. But, I need y'all to stay shut up so he doesn't worry about my safety." Before waiting for an answer, Raven clicked the green phone button.

"Baby, I'm watchin' the news right now. Where are you?" He says immediately.

"I'm with aunt Crystal, I'm fine. But it might me a while before we can talk again." She says, "My phone's about to die and you know how Crystal is about phones."

Her dad paused. "Aunt Crystals in Africa, helping out with the lions and shit. Where the hell are you?!"

Shit, shit, shit! Raven felt panic rise inside her. "I'm with the cops." She smacked Daryl's shoulder.

"Um, yes sir. We're keeping your daughter safe." He made his voice deeper, though Raven had no idea why.

"Are you in a vehicle?" Her dad snapped. "Who the hell are you with? Cough twice if you're in trouble!"

"Dad I'm fine." She said shortly. "But I, um, gotta go."

"Baby, wait-" But she hung up.

"Bad idea." Daryl says.

"No shit." Raven spat.

They were silent for the rest of the ride, they stopped occasionally to kill some undead. But Raven inly remembers stopping twice before she fell asleep.

A/N- I have no words, lol. Has potential, I guess. Anyways, comment 'Raven' for this story.