Chapter One: The Beginning of a (somewhat) New Beginning
"Granny, when do you think Mom and Ed will be back?", I say as I worry on. "They'll be fine. They'll be back soon. Surely it can't take that long to give a baby a bath.", she replies. I then hear leaves rustling. "Shh, Granny.", I whisper. I grab my machete just in case it's a walker, which it probably is. I then see a face. Oh, how long since I've seen a face that was intact. "Granny, look! A person!", I exclaim excitedly. "Hey, look, Beth. People, not walkers.", says the face I saw. "Stay back! We don't know who these people are, Fawn. They could be dangerous people.", Granny says, looking somewhat worried. "Yeah, Daryl. Like she said, they could be dangerous.", says a somewhat short blonde girl that looks about 3 or 4 years older than me. "We're not dangerous.", I tell the two faces. "We're not dangerous, either.", says a man with long dark hair. He was the first face I saw. "Well, I guess y'all can come closer. Y'all got a place to stay?", Granny asks the two. "Yeah, we got a place about 3 miles up the road.", says the blonde. "Oh.", I reply. I then see a walker, coming towards Granny. "Granny, duck your head.", I say to Granny as I grab my machete. She ducks, and I throw the knife, hitting the walker right between the eyes, making him fall to the ground, signaling that he's dead. "Great shot.", says the blonde. "Thanks. I've had a little practice over the past few years.", I reply. "You look like one cool chick. What's your name?", says the man. "I'm Fawn. What are your names?", I reply. "I'm Beth. This is Daryl.", says the blonde. "Why don't you ladies come check out where we stay?", says Daryl. "We have others.", I say. "Where?", replies Beth. "There's a fresh river about 5 minutes up the hill. My mom and brother are up there.", I tell them. "Hey, people!", my mom exclaims as she runs down the hill with my brother in her arms. "Mom, they're nice people. Not bad people.", I tell my mom as she hands me Ed, my 6 month old brother. "You don't know that, Fawn.", my mother says as she grabs the machete I threw at the walker out of his head. "Granny trusts them.", I say, knowing that she'll trust them if she knows my grandmother trusts them. "Oh, well then, I guess they're ok.", she replies. She copies everything Granny does. "Is this all of your people?", Daryl asks. "Yeah.", my mom says. "Well then, let's get back to our place.", says Beth. "Wait, what? We just met you people and you think that you can take us wherever?", my mom asks. "I told them we'd go, Isabel.", Granny says. "Well then, let's go.", Mom replies. We pack up our stuff, things like clothes we found for me and Ed, a few flasks that we found full of water from the river we found, and a few other things, and follow the two back to their camp.