Author's Note: Okay so this is mainly Lucy's side. Next chapter will be a lot better guys. ;D Promise.

Chapter 3:

Sacrifices

Honestly Lucy and Shelby were having fun… Most of the time at least. For the most part the twins only had to deal with a small herd of Walkers instead of a large one like from when they had been stuck in the shop. It was fun because they were able to just make it on their own, be able to not have to worry about paying bills, deadlines, getting woken up early for an emergency, etc. If it wasn't for the walking dead it would be an ideal situation! The two walked side by side, heading toward Atlanta. The last that they heard it was supposed to be safe. Or at least safer than how they had been living for the past few weeks.

Shelby smiled softly at her sister. Now Shelby was definitely the calmer, gentler, more caring one of the two. She reached up and gave a one arm hug to her sister. "You know I love you, right Lucy?" She asked softly.

Lucy smiled but rolled her eyes, "I love you to, but what's up with the sentimental shit?" She asked jokingly. However she did lean against her sister as they walked. They were all that the other had in the world now. The last of the Grammic family, the future of their family was all in their pale hands now. Should they ever get the chance to actually ever rid themselves of the annoying Walkers and get the chance to continue on their family line anyway. As the two walked they slowed upon laying eyes on a Walker. Lucy got her Speargun from her back and aimed it at the Walker. Pressing it close to her left shoulder she squeezed the trigger. The action sent a 13-inch spear flying straight into the Walkers' head. Since the spear was straight instead of having an arrow head she was able to pull it from the Walker with ease and she quickly placed it back onto the holder, winding the thick cord back in its place.

Shelby grabbed her hunting knife, just in case. As they walked they were able to see the town of Atlanta. Their hearts stopped in their chests however upon the noise that came from behind them. Lucy looked back and stopped. "Oh, holy shit." She mumbled, "Run," Lucy quickly said to her older twin sister. As the two ran, surely enough they were being chased by a very large group of Walkers. "Shit, shit, shit!" Lucy hissed out as they ran as fast as they could. Luckily enough for the two they were able to duck inside of a small home. Lucy closed and locked the wooden door, but they were met with three more Walkers who had been roaming around the home. Lucy brought out her hand gun and quickly shot each in the head.

Meanwhile Shelby noticed that the door wasn't holding. She bit her lower lip and watched her sister take down the Walkers without even thinking about it. "Lucy," She said quickly, "The door isn't holding!" Shelby noticed the Walkers surrounding the house and beginning to pound against the windows. "… Go, Lucy. I'll hold them off." She said softly when Lucy moved next to her.

"What?" Lucy asked in disbelief, "No, no way in hell am I going to leave you!" She said seriously, "If we're going to die we're going to die together!" Lucy stated as she looked into her twin's eyes. "There's no way in hell that I'm going to just leave you here to die. No way!"

"Lucy, if we both die then all of this would just be a waste. You know me, I hate having to kill and I hate fighting. You're good at it, you're going to be able to make it further and I would." Shelby said softly, giving her sister a tight hug. "I love you, Lucy. And I'll be watching you from the other side. I swear to the Gods and Goddesses that if I see you up there any time soon I really will be pissed off." Shelby murmured. Although Lucy said nothing she knew she would agree. So she removed her duffel bag and rifle and gave both to Lucy. "Now go!" She said as she motioned forward. "Find the basement and go, I saw the cellar door while running in and there weren't any of these damn things near it."

Lucy gave her sister a tight hug and kissed her cheek before very reluctantly heading off. She found the door to the cellar and quickly went down into it. She had to force the doors open that lead to the outside. Of course as they busted open Lucy stopped and looked back. She could hear the sound of one gunshot before the sound of the door being broken down sounded. She bit her lower lip before quickly beginning to run. At least her sister was saved from the pain of being devoured…

Meanwhile, at the same time Daryl currently prowled the woods while Merle was yelling, almost beginning for his life. That damn T-Dog… he was cuffed to the roof, no way of getting off and there were Walkers surely just itching to come and eat him right up. Lucy ran as fast as she could, and upon seeing a huge truck she yelled for whoever it was driving it to stop. Although it didn't totally stop the back of it opened up, just enough for her to jump in. The woman, sporting a side braid, quickly dove into the back of it and closed the truck's back door behind her. She panted heavily, lying on the floor of the truck. "Fuck," she groaned out. At that moment she felt numb, like someone just ripped out her heart.

She was very well aware of the people staring down at her, but she just really couldn't care less. Her whole body, from head to toe, was dirty and she just felt like shit. The sound of a car siren seemed to be the only thing that she could hear at the moment, but honestly she just couldn't care less. She lost everyone now, her friends, twin, even the people who she hated but pretended to like she missed. Lucy's green eyes closed for a moment. However feeling someone's hand on her forehead she quickly opened her eyes are glared up. Some blonde girl. "What the fuck are you doing?"

The blonde retracted her hand, "Seeing if you were hot. That's a sure sign of being bit." She said matter-of-factly.

"I wasn't bit," Lucy said harshly before sitting up. "If I was I would have shot myself by now." She said coldly as she leaned up against the side of the truck. Her face was void of any emotion really.

"Why… why would you shoot yourself?" The woman asked with a furrowed brow. Suicide… it seemed like a pretty sad thing to do. "Wouldn't you just get someone else to kill you?"

Lucy laughed dryly, "And have to deal with knowing that for the rest of that person's life, they would have to bare the fact that they shot a living breathing human?" She shook her head, "Hell no. I'm not selfish like that."

And that was pretty much the last thing that she said… until the guy in the passenger seat began to talk. The mention of someone named Merle was what made her finally look up from staring at the floor. "No one is going to be sad that he didn't come back… except maybe Daryl." Her face lit up just slightly. Of course it could have just been a misunderstanding. So when he said that it was his brother she had to ask. "Daryl and Merle Dixon?" The small group looked back at her.

"Yeah," the blonde nodded, "You know them?"

She paused while looking at her and nodded her head a little. "So… what exactly happened to Merle? He get bit or something?" Lucy asked curiously.

The group then went on to inform her of everything that happened. Merle shooting off of the roof, the man then beating up T-Dog, Rick cuffing him to the pipe on the roof, everything. Even though she knew the two and honestly was thrilled to hear that Daryl at least was safe she just nodded quietly. At least someone she knew was still alive. Everyone went quiet until they finally arrived at the camp. As they began to hurry to get out of the truck Lucy just sat there. She was in no hurry since Daryl was out hunting. The sounds of people being so happy about seeing the loved ones that they thought was dead… it made her sick.

As the night wore on she stayed mostly to herself. Even when they built a fire and all. Lucy just stayed by herself, leaning against the camper and getting something to eat out of her duffel bag. It was going to be the first night in the whole 32 years that she had been alive that she spent away from her sister. Even in college. They managed to get an apartment near the college so they could still be together. She bit down on the ring piercing in her lower lip, staring up at the sky. As everyone began to get into their tents she simply laid on the ground. But when it began to rain she moved into the back of the van that they had come in. She just set down a jacket and laid on that, using a blanket from her bag to cover herself with.