Story will not continue the original plot, except for prisoner + Woodbury-ish stuff. Reviews are love.

I do not own the Walking Dead storyline(/characters's)

"I will kill you for this—"

"Ah little girl, you still want to play games now, do ya?"

"Shut up. I will find you. And when I do."

"Ooooh, threatening now, are we? Well, how about I'll help you a little bit? Push you over the edge, maybe?"

Her sister's scream echoed through the open spot. The screaming died away and was replaced with the gurgling sound. The sound that she would never forget. The teenage girl fell down, still choking in her blood, as she landed next to the lifeless body of her parents.

Harley grabbed the gun from the ground with trembling hands. She tried to aim for his chest, but shot the guy in his kneecap instead. The other men tried to grab her, but she was already running.

The groaning noise woke her up and she immediately reacted. Her hand reached for the knife that was hidden behind her belt, and she looked around to discover the source of the groaning and moaning.

The geeks were only a few metres away from her. There were 4, to be precisely. She didn't hesitate before running towards their direction and stabbing one in the eye. It fell down with a thud and she repeated the process with the other 3.

After she made sure they were really dead this time, she grabbed her backpack and continued her journey into the forest. She knew she had to get food and water at some point, but she couldn't find a town. It would help if I would get a damn map, she grumbled in thought.

Her legs felt heavier with every step she took. The muscles were protesting by the lack of protein. All she had eaten the last couple of weeks were squirrels and canned peaches. She had managed to go on a run one week ago, but being alone was way too risky. At a certain point, she had heard muffled voices nearby the grocery where she'd had been at, but she managed to get away before they could notice her.

The sudden sound of rustling leaves made her turn around. She raised the knife, but felt vulnerable with it, so instead she took the gun out of her holster. Hesitating, she clicked the safety off and looked around.

Nothing.

She sighed, let the gun slide back into the holster, and continued to move forward.

After 20 minutes, she allowed herself to take a short break. She leant on her knees and heaved a sigh.

Sometimes, her mind would wander off to her previous life. Before the world had gone to shit. But she realised digging up the past wouldn't make her feel better, so she would always force herself to think about something else. Yet she caught herself thinking about her sister and parents every now and then.

Harley had been so different back then, before the whole walking dead thing happened. Loving and caring towards others, reading and writing a lot, and finishing up her college. She even looked different. She used to have a labret piercing, but after the outburst had started, she decided it would be safer to remove it in case a walker would rip it off.

The groans interrupted her thoughts and she looked up. She reacted too slowly as she moved backwards and tripped over a rock. The geek landed on top of her with its teeth moving up and down as it was trying to bite her. Harley pushed it back with all force, but felt lost in that sudden moment.

The faces of her little sister and parents were crossing her thoughts. Had they died for nothing?

Her blood was boiling at the thought that she would never be able to kill the murderer who had slaughtered her family.

I'm sorry, she thought as she was still trying to fight the walker off. But she was weak. Weak, tired, hungry; any kind of physical weakness that a apocalypse surviver could have.

The sound of a flying object caught her attention, and before she could response, a knife was shoved through the walker's head. The blood spat all over her jacket and she closed her mouth and eyes, to prevent that the blood would come in touch with her face.

It had been killed. She was still alive.

When she tried to push it off her, she realised it was too heavy for her weakened muscles. But suddenly the body disappeared and the daylight shone into her eyes again. Someone offered her a hand and she accepted it without thinking. Her head was spinning around when she was standing straight again. A pain shot through her shoulders and she realised the person behind her was holding her arms on her back, to prevent her from defending herself. Harley gasped for air.

"Let go off me, fucking idiot!" she growled, while trying to break free by kicking her legs around. But the person behind her was obviously way taller than the short girl. The stranger pushed her to the nearest tree and her face scraped along the tree bark. "Ya got anythin' on ya that I need ta know of? Guns, knives, shit like tha'?" the voice behind her rasped. His southern accent drew her attention. She grinded her teeth and tried to look around, though the stranger pressed her even further against the tree. "Give me one fucking reason why I should tell you." she snapped while she was starting to lose her patience. "Ya better tell me sugar, or else I will look for it m'self an' that ain't gonn' be pretty," the voice grumbled while stroking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Though I gotta say, I wouldn' mind ta give ya a body search." the voice neared her ear and she tried to fight back. The man chuckled darkly. "Calm down princess, I ain't a rapist. Just don' wann' 'ave ta cut ya pretty lil' neck."

Harley snorted and realised she was in no position to defend herself. She relaxed under his grasp and sighed loudly. "Yes," she admitted finally, "I do have weapons on me. Who do you think I am, some kind of idiot who wouldn't arm herself during a fucking apocalypse?" she snapped. The husky voice laughed and Harley smelled the cigarettes breath. "I don' know princess, ya tell me. Some women only know how ta change diapers 'n cook a steak." the stranger chuckled behind her, almost giving the intention that he was challenging her. Harley scowled and realised he was playing a game with her. "Well, you're definitely underestimating me, then—now, can you let go of me now? You're hurting my fucking arms. Or do I need to cook you a steak first to prove myself?"

"Steak would b' good righ' now."

"Fuck off."

The stranger laughed again, amused by her feisty personality. "Alrigh' girl, I'mma let go of ya know. Ya goin' ta turn around nice 'n slow, 'n don' do anythin' stupid or I'll have ta kill ya. Soon as ya turned r'ound, ya goin' ta drop all 'r ya weapons."

Harley nodded and swallowed the lump that was stuck in her throat. The stranger seemed to be a very large man, but as soon as the stranger let go of her and she slowly turned around with her hands raised in the air, she nearly choked at the sight of the man.

The man was probably in his mid 40's, a large man and very muscled. But that wasn't the only reason why she was staring at him like the way she did; his right hand was replaced by a piece of metal with a knife on top. Harley felt a shiver running down her spine, and the stranger had noticed the expression in her eyes. "That's right princess, take a long good stare. Ain' seein' men like this these days now huh?" he smirked. Harley stared with her brown eyes into his blue ones, and she noticed the widened pupils. Drugs.

Are you fucking kidding me? she thought mockingly.

"Well, continue tha show princess. Off with dem' weapons." he growled. Harley startled and took the knife from behind her belt first. She let it fall on the ground while feeling the guy's stare linger on her. Next, she took the leg strap from her left arm and the one from her right leg. She then dropped the 2 holsters. Meanwhile, the stranger looked at her with a quite surprised look on his face. That's right motherfucker, keep watching.

When she grabbed the small knife sheath out of her bra, she almost heard him moan under his breath. Harley chewed on the inside of her cheek and grabbed another knife that was clamped her belt on her back.

There was a long silence.

"Ya finished?" the stranger asked with a frustrated undertone in his voice.

Harley smirked. "No."

The stranger watched in disbelief when Harley grabbed the plastic polybag out of her backpocket, that was filled with white pellets. The guy's eyes widened, but soon he furrowed his eyebrows. "Tha fuck 's tha'?" he wondered out loud. Harley shrugged. "Rat poison. Leaves no traces. The perfect solution of an innocent murder. Or perhaps if someone catches you and you manage to get a grip on their dinner." she chuckled, amused by his sudden change of facial expression. The man shook his head. "Not sure if ya jus' a twisted fuck or a hot piece of—" "—watch your tongue," she warned while lifting her finger. The stranger growled something to himself.

"So, ya goin' ta share ya name now princess?" he asked while he slowly stepped forward. Harley rolled her eyes and decided it wouldn't be a big deal to give him her name atleast, even though the man was rude as fuck. "Harley."

"Well Harley, my name's Merle."