A/N Hi this is my first ever fanfic I've created I want to thank Fallen Angle Awakened for being a Beta for my work.

I hope you enjoy feel free to review it so I know how to improve

Chapter 1 The Day He Found Some Light

Elliot was in the woods, hunting for something to eat, when he heard a noise he never thought he would hear: a massive explosion. As the ground rumbled beneath his feet, he thought to himself, "Shit! What the hell was that?!" He decided to make a bold move, abandon his daily hunt and head in the direction of the noise.

After five minutes of running, Elliott saw walkers and heard screaming. He decided he had to deal with the walkers before he could do anything else. He pulled out his prized weapon-a katana that his sensei had given him four years prior-and made quick work of the ten walkers that he saw. Once finished with the walkers, Elliot sheathed his sword and looked down at himself. The walker blood didn't show up on his black clothing, but the horrible smell assaulted his nostrils all the same.

He looked like a psychotic mess, adrenaline rushing through his system. Another scream pierced the air, and Elliot began making his way towards the sound. Moments later, he emerged from the forest and caught sight of a massive prison, bodies everywhere. It looked like a massacre from a horror film, and the fighting was still happening. He found the closest tree, sheathed his katana, and decided to try and climb it which proved difficult due to his physical disability. While climbing, he gritted his teeth and through, "The joys of having Cerebral Palsy."

Once Elliott reached what he thought was a decent height, he could see what was happening. His first thought was "shit, I'm glad I'm not a part of that fight." At first, he thought it was just walkers against humans, but boy was he wrong; it was a massive battle between two groups of survivors. The scene reminded him of why he stuck to the shadows, and after the start of this apocalypse two years ago, he had trust issues.

Elliott unsheathed his katana and read the engraving at its hilt for the thousandth time. The engraving was the creed he lived by for the ones he trusted and cared about: "when the need is required my sword is your shield". He currently had nobody he cared about. His parents had died in the early days of the apocalypse, but he suppressed the memory day after day, as he always blamed himself for their death. And as far as he knew, the rest of his family was dead in England.

Elliot returned to reality and heard lots of gunfire. He could see people struggling to fight back the huge herd of walkers that were approaching he spoke to himself in his southern English accent, "I guess I wasn't the only one who heard the dinner bell." only then did he see what said dinner bell was: a massive tank.

Elliot squinted his eyes and could just barely make out a figure throwing something into the barrel of the tank, then another massive BANG shook the ground. Flames erupted from the hatch at the top of the tank and the war vehicle was history.

Elliot knew he couldn't help in the fight; all he could do was watch from his tree, seeing the people killing each other. Before he knew it, there was a massive amount of human bodies as well as walkers, maybe fifty more twice dead corpses than when he first showed up. Movement off to his right made Elliot turn his head; he made out four figures: a person with long hair and a crossbow, a black woman with a sword similar to his own, a badly wounded older guy with a beard, and last but not least, he saw a boy whose face was hidden by a sheriff's hat.

After observing the figures escape the now broken prison, Elliott decided to follow them and see what they were like but he would always stick to the shadows. Slowly climbing down from the tree, he caught sight of figures in the distance. To catch up, Eliot decided to run a bit.

Once he got close enough to make out faces could only see three of the four people. He slowed down a bit, making sure to keep a safe distance, and suddenly heard a twig snap behind him. Elliot slowly turned around, coming face to face with a crossbow.

The man holding the crossbow drawled in a thick Southern accent, "Drop your weapons." Elliot did as the man asked, and laid his katana and his father's prized Glock 17 handgun on the ground. "You got a name kid?" The man kept the crossbow trained on Elliott, who stood still with his hands raised in surrender.

Elliot quickly responded, "My name is Elliot."
All he got back was a nod and the man spoke roughly "You with the governor, Elliot?"
The scared teenager quickly responded, "Who? What governor? I've been alone since the start I don't know who you're talking about."

The man eyed the kid up and down. He looked to be telling the truth, so he lowered his crossbow, began walking away and said, "follow me kid. I'm Daryl."

Elliott picked up his weapons and followed Daryl into a small clearing where the three others were. Daryl said to the others "I just found this kid following us. Says he never heard of the governor and has been alone since the start."

Without thinking, Elliot quickly spoke up, "nice to meet you all I'm Elliot, I'm 17, and I'm from England." The bearded man looked at him and whined in pain but managed to say "why're you so far from home Elliot? Elliot said back displaying his katana "I was at a world-wide martial arts tournament when the dead started walking, sir."

The bearded man studied him and said, "Names Rick" he pointed to the black swordswoman "that's Michonne", he then pointed to the boy in the Sherriff hat "that's my son, Carl."
Carl looked into Elliot's vibrant green eyes with his piercing blue eyes and said, "nice to meet you, but my dad's got a few more questions before anything else."