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Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead, It solely belongs to AMC and Robert Kirkman. I only own my own Character Timi.

The First Meeting

It's been three days since I've seen anybody, well anybody who wasn't a walking corpse. I was driving down the highway, going in and out of lanes to avoid the broken down cars that were abandoned because of the apocalypse. I had just gotten into Georgia about two hours ago and I was slowly making my way to my destination.

I was heading to Pennsylvania to see if my dad was alive, but that was a long shot. Plus he's probably coming to find me back home in Florida or dead. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind; I've already lost my Mom, Grandma, and Aunt.

I sighed as I started to get towards Atlanta and more and more cars were littering the road. Then my luck faltered even more as my car sputtered and slowed down until it stopped completely.

"Great," I mumbled to myself.

I looked at the gas meter and saw that the tank was empty. I pouted and decided to find another car. I got my quiver and slipped it on over my head, it hanging on my back. I grabbed my compound bow, the keys to the car and made my way to the trunk. I opened it up and took out the back pack which had some supplies and clothes. I shut the trunk, but not too hard so the noise didn't attract any dead things.

I went to the first car that looked promising and decided to check it. I took a thorough look around the front and back seats of the car, luckily the doors were unlocked. I popped the trunk with the button inside the car. The trunk had a few bottles of water, a few granola bars, and some acetaminophen. I stuffed the things in my back pack and checked a few more cars.

Sadly I didn't find anything else in some of the other cars I checked. It started to get a little darker outside stating it was almost nightfall. I saw a crumpled piece of paper near the guard rail and decided to open it up and see what was on it. When I opened the paper it had directions on it and in capital letters said 'CAMP'. I contemplated if I wanted to travel up the small mountain to see if that camp was still there. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to go.

After about thirty minutes of climbing the mountain I regretted the decision, first off night was arriving quicker than I expected and second what if no one's there or they're all dead. I kept going though, despite being tired and scared of what I'd find up there. I heard a rustle in the bushes and I quickly pulled an arrow out of my quiver and loaded it in my bow. I pulled back on the string slightly and raised it towards the direction I heard the rustling.

I held my breath waiting to see some creepy mangled dead corpse, but instead a man with short kind of tussled light brownish hair and sun tanned skin came out. He had a light brown shirt on with the sleeves cut off, showing off his toned arms, light jeans, and boots. He had a crossbow aiming towards my head just like I had mine aimed at his.

"Ya bit," was all the man said with his eyes narrowed at me.

He had this real southern draw to his voice and I had to say to myself duh you're in Georgia not Florida.

"No, you?" I said still not letting my guard down, he could be dangerous.

"No, you're not from 'round here are ya?" the man asked me, he still had a scowl on his face, but he slowly lowered his crossbow and I followed suit.

"No I'm from Florida," I said to the man.

I heard another person coming towards us, he was loud and sounded like an ass.

"Hey Darylena where'd ya go, just takin' off like that leaving you're ol' brother Merle alone," The man apparently named Merle said as he stepped through the bushes.

Apparently they were brothers they really didn't look alike, but they both gave me a bad vibe, but mostly Merle, he looked intimidating. Standing by the two men at my 5'3 frame was very nerve wracking because they were both taller and muscular, well they were men.

"Well I'll be damned little brother ya found one sexy piece of ass. What's your name Sugar?" Merle said with a grin that made me want to slap myself for coming up the mountain.

"Timi," I said trying to hide my nervousness.

I was always shy, never talked much to anyone, but I had to be brave it's a whole new world out here.

"Huh an interesting name darlin'. Names Merle and this is my baby brother Daryl," Merle said while hitting his brothers back with the palm of his hand.

Merle continued talking, "I usually ain't inta Spanish bitches, but you're pretty fine."

"I'm not Spanish, I'm half black and half white," I said looking at the man.

People almost always assume I'm Spanish because of my tanned skin.

"Huh, well isn't that somethin'. I like her Daryl nice catch," Merle said still grinning like a psycho path.

I was getting really uncomfortable and wanted to run, but they'd probably catch me anyway.

Daryl shook his head and said, "Leave the girl alone, she probably ain't even legal."

"I'm 18," I said with annoyance.

I looked young; I hated having a baby face, well sometimes. They both quirked an eyebrow. Maybe I shouldn't have said my age, this will not help me get away from these two.

"See she's legal Darylena stop bein' such a pussy. He ain't never been a ladies man Sugar," Merle said coming over towards me and putting an arm over my shoulder.

I gulped and tensed under him. Were they going to rape me in the woods; wow, I'm having bad luck today.

"Leave her alone and let's take her back to the group," Daryl said slinging his crossbow over his shoulders and onto his back.

"Fine, Come on Sugar. Just between us the rest of the group are assholes and pussies," He said guiding me towards their camp.

I seriously doubt that the group can be as bad as these two. We arrived shortly to a camp with some tents, an RV, a few cars, and living breathing people. There was even a few children running around. Maybe my luck has turned around or has it.

About fifteen minutes after the Dixon brothers, as I found out was their last name, brought me to camp, a whole debate if I should stay or go was underway.

"We can't keep her we already have enough mouths to feed," The sheriff named Shane Walsh said to the group.

"Come on Shane, she's just a young girl we can't send her out in the middle of the night alone," A lady with long brown hair said, I think her name was Lori Grimes.

She had a son named Carl who was standing by her while everyone talked to decide my fate. So far most of the camp was on my side, only Shane and some other man named Ed were skeptical. After a few more minutes of people agreeing for me to stay, Shane made the decision to keep me here, but he was not too happy about it.

"Fine she can stay, but don't come to me if we go hungry," Shane said as he walked away from the group.

Everyone from the group gave a quick introduction of themselves then went their separate ways. Everyone seemed pretty nice there was Lori and Carl, a Spanish family the Morales's, another family Carol, Ed and Sofia Peletier. The man Ed looked kind of shady and seemed to have a strong hold of his wife and daughter, I shall stay clear of his bad side.

Then there was Andrea and Amy who were sisters, they were pretty nice to me, especially Amy the younger sister she said we could be friends. I liked that idea in this world you didn't have many friends so it was a nice feeling.

Then there was Glen Rhee and T-dog, who were nice; Glen told me he did most of the runs to get supplies if I ever need anything, he was sweet and friendly. I think we'll be friends too since were close in age like Amy. There was also a woman named Jacqui and a man named Jim who were friendly. Lastly there was and older male named Dale he reminded me of a grandpa figure, he was really sweet. He also got me an extra tent and sleeping bag to set up in camp.

After I got the tent and sleeping bag I went to the only open spot to set it up and sadly it was next to the Dixon's tent. I put the tent down getting ready to set it up. I pulled a few pieces up and looked at it confused. Okay I've never put up a tent before maybe once when I got a cute little kiddie tent when I was younger, but that was long ago and I've never camped out ever.

I sighed and tried to figure out what goes to where, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I heard two pairs of feet coming up behind me and stopped by my lifeless tent.

"Ya never put up a tent before Sugar?'' Merle asked looking at me than towards the tent then back to me.

"Nope," I said and let out a frustrated sigh.

"How'd ya even stay alive this long," Daryl asked in a mumble as he bit at his thumb.

"Mostly stayed in my car," I mumbled back with a shrug.

They nodded and was about to walk away, I knew they wouldn't offer to help so I asked, "Do you think you guys can show me?"

I heard light chuckles and they came back and gave me a hand. After about ten minutes the tent was up and I had my stuff inside. I gave the Dixon's my thanks and set up the sleeping bag inside the tent. Later we had some squirrel that apparently the Dixons hunted earlier and talked around the fire until it got late.

I found out a little about everyone in camp and they learned something's about me. Nothing to personal, but enough to become comfortable around one another, but we all kept are deep personal stories to ourselves. We all went to bed and as I laid down in my tent, I thought to myself that I have new friends and a group.

"Maybe my luck has changed for the better," I mumbled as I succumbed to sleep.