Note: Since we have reached over 100 followers, this is my gift to you all! Thanks so much for your support. Love you all!

{This is going to be spin off about what if Helena was born in the world of the Walking Dead. How would she have met Daryl? What would be different? You get to find out in this "Gift Story." I will update this story soon because we have already reached 150 and then again when we reach 200 followers.

P.S. My brother typed and did the editing for me. In return he wanted a character in the story to be named after him. (Thanks, Trent) 3

-Ladywolf44005

Helena Lowell was sitting in the middle of the wood at her massive property drawing a deer that was eating grass. She was far away enough so that the deer didn't find her threatening, but no so far that she wouldn't be able to see it clearly.

Helena had moved here from Italy about a week ago. She was born in the U.S., but her and her family had moved around a lot. The main reason why was because her Mother, Claire, showed high end Arabian horses and raced thoruoughbreds with many first place wins on her record. People from all over the world wanted her horses and would pay top dollar for them. Her father, Trent, was a stock broker and a part time artist. He liked to paint buildings whereas Helena liked to paint fantasy. For example, once she was done drawing the deer, she was going to add an elf warrior riding it. Not one of those dumb Santa elves, but something like the elves from The Lord of the Rings.

If anyone asked if her and her family were rich or not, the answer would be: 'Holy shit, yes!' She would not be surprised if her and the family were richer than the queen of England herself. Even with all of the money in the world, there were some things money could not buy, like a cure. Her father had developed ALS. ("A nervous system disease that weakens muscles and impacts physical function." -Mayo Clinic) So they had returned to the mother land where her father could live out his days in peace. For partly that reason is why she still has not yet moved out.

Tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear, she looked back up at the deer, the deer looked alarmed about something. Helena looked around until she found something not too far away on her right. Squinting her eyes, she could see a man with a cross bow that was aiming at her deer-on her families property!

Standing up quickly (which caused the deer to run away), she threw her scratch pad all the way over to the man. Her scratch pad landed on him which caused him to start cursing and also stand up. When his eyes landed on her, his eyes hardened. Helena could tell that he was about to bitch her out, but not if she could beat him to it!

"What the hell are you doing!?" Helena yelled at the hunter

Before he could angrily reply back, Helena added, "Are you aware that you are trespassing?!"

"Bull shit! This plantation has been abandoned for years!"

Smirking, Helena crossed her arms and told him, "So you knew? Well then I believe that trespassing is a crime. Since I am such a good citizen, I should report you, but I am not in the mood to do any type of reporting today so how about this, I never saw you and you were never here?"

Turning back around, Helena started walking back to her house, ignoring the cursing redneck behind her.