"Yeah" Emilee's crackled voice said to mysterious boy. The boy just stood there not sure of what to do next, after of a long period of silence, a man which Emilee has never seen before appeared, he was covered in grime and dirt, disgusting although everyone was these days, she probably didn't look any better. He carried a cross bow, which was now aimed at the girl. He saw that she didn't look like a threat so he caustically put the bow down. "Who's this" He asked the boy. "I don't know" he replied, he started walking over to her while asking, "What's your name" "Emilee" she replied as she looked down at her feet, to the corpse that lay there. "What?" asked the man, he sounded like an obvious redneck to the girl, "Emilee Stryder" she said just loud enough in her cracked up voice. "Who else are you with" The boy in the cowboy hat said, Emilee didn't know who these people are or what they wanted with her. They did save her but what if they did that so they could rob her of all her supplies, which wasn't much. She tossed that thought out of her head, because they could have let that crawler kill her. After a period of time of acting oblivious to the scene she replied, "No one. There dead, and the others I were with… I was separated." She replied hesitantly. "How far was it until you were separated? We can help you find them, Daryl here is a tracker" The young boy pointed at the man he referred as Daryl. "You probably won't want to search my trail, the separation was five weeks ago" Emilee said, the boy noticed something on her face, tears. "Wow little thing like you surviving these woods that long, must have some skill" Daryl said, she took that as a complement. "Should we take her back with us?" the blue eyed boy asked the redneck. "She the 'ell looks like she wouldn't hurt a fly, we'll besides one of those geeks." He told the boy. "Alright." The boy replied. He walked over her and lifted up her bag from the ground and handed it to her. All the girl could do was nod in reply. She stayed little back until, they noticed they were leaving "You coming?" Daryl shouted. Emilee looked up and jogged swiftly behind to catch up. The walk was not that long, they came upon the prison, that she had scene when she was being chased. Hope really didn't die, she thought as they came upon the gates. She saw an Asian boy open the gates; he seemed shocked to see her. "Who is that" he asked as he locked them behind her. "Emilee, she been on her own for five weeks." The one in hat replied. "Wow." Was all he could say, "How old are you, how did you survive that long, what happened to your group?" The girl became over whelmed with all his questions, she didn't like that her had started spinning. And everything went black.
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Wow, she must not be a people person, Carl thought as he helped Daryl bring her to her feet. "Great, thanks to you we got to carry her all the way back" Daryl grunted as Carl and Glenn grinned at each other. He decided to help as Glenn picked her up, so he picked up her bag, sheath of arrows and bow. He felt the weight of the bag on his back, there was barely anything in it, one thought ran through his head as he trudged up the path to the prison, how did she survive?
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"Emilee!" Her mother shouted as they ran toward their car. The girl around 12 was putting her photo album in her bag, apparently the news media said that the dead have started to rise, and eating people! Her mother wanted to be with the rest of our family so we could be together at the end of the world. They would be heading for a safe place in Atlanta, which was instructed by the Government apparently. "Emilee!" Her mother shouted again, and before she could realize she was in her room scoping her up and carrying her toward their car. Little did that girl know is that her mother wouldn't be making it to Atlanta, nobody was, this was the beginning of the end for everyone.
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Carl entered the cell block while Daryl yelled for Hershel, He and Maggie appeared out of a cell, "Oh my god" Maggie said as she gestured to the limp girl in Glenn's arms. "I need towels and water" Hershel said as he clunked his way to his cell block, Glenn laid Emilee down on the bed as Carl just stared at her amazed by her way of surviving so long in this world, he just stared at her amazed at the girl. Everyone gathered in the cell block looking at the young girl, "Oh my, who is she' Carol said as she hurried over to Hershel's side to assist him. "We found her being attacked by a walker, been alone surviving off the woods for weeks" Glenn said as Beth and the two surviving prisoners entered the cell. "Is she ok" Beth asked in her worried tone. "She'll be fine, just passed out of dehydration and nutrient issues, she'll need some rest but someone keep an eye on her pulse in case it goes down, howler to me." The old man told the waiting crowd, "Right now will give her some space, 'because she passed out when I started to ask her a bunch of questions, I don't think she will like waking up to a bunch of strangers staring at her." Glenn said as he ushered some of the group out of the cell. Carl was still dumbly staring at the sleeping girl, Beth seemed to notice, "Carl!" She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Uh I'll watch her" he said as he sat down feeling the girl's limped wrist in his hand. Beth just stared at him, and walked away thinking, what is with him. After hours of staring at the girl Carl felt her pulse speed up, he looked at the girl whose face was scrunched up, Carl just sat not knowing what to do, while he sat there the girl let out a terrifying scream as she lurched of the bed and fell on top of Carl. When she sat up and saw what happened she screamed again and scurried back on to the bunk, Carl believed that she had a terrific nightmare. Every one suddenly appeared in the gateway of the cell, "She, she had a nightmare, her pulse sped up" Carl said as Hershel went toward the girl. "Are you ok" He asked gently as he took wrist and felt her pulse. "Nightmare" her cracked voice whispered. "Want to talk about" Carol suggested as she sat down next to Emilee shivered in fear. The girl didn't reply as she looked at everyone in the room. "Let's give her some space to settle down" Hershel said as he followed everyone at. "Wait" Emilee said as she sat up a little more on the bunk. "Stay please" She said cracked up as she pointed to Carl. He nodded as Glenn looked at him with a stupid grin plastered on his face; Carl shrugged as Beth glared at the shivering girl on the bed. "I'm Carl by the way, Carl Grimes" he said as he sat down next to Em on the bed. She nodded and whispered, "Thank you" the boy nodded toward her, as she smiled. They sat there for a while, until he felt weight lifting of his head, Emilee took his father's hat and put it on her own head as she placed a grin on her dirty face. "Oh know you make a move" says the boy as he tries to reach. The girl laughed as she dogged his hand, "You don't talk much do you" he said as he gave up on reaching toward his hat. Emilee shrugged as she looked toward her hands, he noticed as she didn't like for him to mention her lack of speech in front of people she barely knows. "You know you look good in that hat" he told her, she gave him a wide smile in reply as a thank you. As well she put his father's hat back on his head. "My father gave that to me after I got shot" The girls eyes widen as he mentioned himself getting shot. "He gave that to me saying I was part of the club, he was shot on duty" The girl listened to him as he explained his father's amazing story of his father's entrance into this world. The girl believed that hope was really on his side. "Of course everything is different now, he doesn't seem to want anything with family now, ever sense he killed his best friend, he went cold, more insane after my mother died "The girl didn't know what to say, the boy told her the story of Atlanta, on how were all infected with this dieses, the farm and the harsh winter, he even explained what it felt like to him during the last few moments with his mother. The girl put her hand on his shoulder in sympathy, "I'm so sorry" she told him while tearing up. Those were the first non-cracked words she ever said.