Nothing within the Walking Dead universe belongs to me. That right is given to the wonderful writers. I do take credit for my character Meredith.

I'm doing my best to keep everyone in character. If someone seems too out of character please let me know! Criticism is always welcome! I have several chapters written already but I don't want to get ahead of myself so for now theres only one chapter. I may try to upload another later today/tomorrow!

Enjoy!

P.S This one is super short but it's just a little intro piece. More to come (:

P.P.S I'm looking for a possible nickname for Meredith. For now she gets called Red or Fire Cracker but I know Red is common for red heads. Does anyone have any suggestions?

Name: Meredith Lamont

Age: 25

Height: 5'10

Appearance: Shoulder length red hair. Slender frame. Brown eyes. (Celebrity lookalike: Karen Gillan)

Birthplace: Edinburgh, Scotland

Location during outbreak: Emory University Atlanta, Georgia

Surviving relatives: Unknown

Meredith Lamont was only going to be in America for one year. As a writer she wanted to experience the world outside her home country of Scotland. The last thing she expected was to wake up to her roommate trying to eat her. Even worse she was now stuck in another country as the world was literally coming to an end.

She'd been attending Emory University in Atlanta Georgia as a writing major. She had a small two-bedroom apartment on the edge of the city with her new friend Lila. There wasn't a lot of room not nearly as much as the farm back home but Meredith had never felt any luckier. She had been accepted into a great university and had found someone willing to take in an international student.

Now everything had gone to shit. She didn't know what happened to her family or even the rest of the world. The news stopped playing days ago maybe even weeks. She had no real way of knowing what day it was.

Meredith wasn't an extremely religious person but she was a believer. She was raised to be a good Catholic girl and just like all Christians she knew what the rapture was. Flesh eating monsters was definitely not what she expected.

The news said the army was going to build a refugee center in the heart of Atlanta. Most of the other tenants of her building wanted to try and make it there. They thought it would be safer because of the army. None of them made it. Meredith watched a large number get ripped apart by the infected. Their insides became food for the living dead.

Those that made it to the refugee center were blasted apart. A couple days into the outbreak fighter jets flew over the city and dropped bombs. Meredith's part of the city had been spared only because it was near the edge of the city. There was no refugee center; no one was coming to save her.

Her parents taught her to be a fighter. Never give up. That's exactly what Meredith did. She found a weapon; an axe left behind by someone who was probably dead now and fought her way through the infected in her apartment. Not knowing the land well enough she chose to stay in the city.