This takes place after everyone splits up after season 2A. I promise this will probably have slow updates because I have so far had a bit of a time writing walker filled scenes and when you're writing fan fiction for Fear the Walking Dead, you kind of need scenes with walkers. Disclaimer: I do not own Fear The Walking Dead or the characters.

The noise it draws more, but the noise reminds her that she isn't alone. Cara sat on the edge of the bed, the door was still secured as was the window, the sound of the Walkers in the lower level of the house told her she was safe. She looked at the window and the light trickling in illuminating the dust as it danced around the room. She leaned over rubbing her eyes, trying to remember if yesterday was Wednesday or Thursday, not that it really mattered anymore but she wanted to check another day off on her calendar. Another day alive.

She got dressed for the day in a new pair of shorts, a different bikini top, and a long sleeved flannel hanging over it. She had to say that this was never what she imagined she would be wearing when the world ended. Cara and her brother with his friends had came down to their family's vacation house in Mexico, just like they had done a hundred times before, but this time everything went to shit and she was stuck with luggage filled mostly with party and beach clothing. Even when she went through the other girls luggage she didn't find much options for clothing that actually would protect her from the elements. She found more helpful clothing in her brothers luggage with a few different long sleeved flannel shirts.

Once she was dressed she knew that today she would need to clear the fence line, the more dead ones that built up there the more likely they would knock it down. The more likely she would get stuck in her hiding hole. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She had packed it last night, some food and two water bottles, it also had her ipod and headphones tucked securely into one of the pockets. She put another shirt into the bag before she climbed out her window onto the roof of the home. It was a two story vacation home, the room where she stayed was only accessible by a ladder both ways, the designers of the home marketed the room as a play area for children, which it had been when they were younger, now that they were older, it was usually where couples would sneak away too or someone went to get high without their parents finding out. She had found a ladder in the storage shed and she used it to come in and out of the house purposely avoiding the lower levels of the house. She would store the ladder up on the flat part of the roof when she was home, and behind the building when she was out.

So far, anyone who had made their way to the house to investigate were driven off by the dead ones that she kept wandering around the first floor. All she had to do was keep the number in the house low, and the fence line clear and she was safe. Lonely but safe.

She climbed down the ladder and pulled out her hunting knife from her bag and made her way through the yard. The shore fence was always filled with dead ones trying to break through it so she started their first. Clearly a few then moving on to the next section, it took half of the day just to clear the ones by the water. Once they were cleared she made her way around the fence, she would circle back to clear the bodies if there was still daylight, if not it would have to wait until tomorrow.

She had cleared two full sides when she saw them, two men one climbing the fence, the other fighting off a dead one, ending it's second life before joining the first in climbing the fence. She had had mixed experience with the living since things went to shit, and quickly hid behind a tree as they climbed down. The first one was actually just a boy probably a year if even younger than her, and the other a man probably his father. They got their barrings on her side of the fence, the dad seemed to thankful for the safety while the son seemed to be alert. Cara watched them for a moment, she could use the hands went she went out clearing, but she also knew they could choose to kill her, but recently the loneliness had been getting to her, found herself even talking to the dead ones beneath her.

Cara took a deep breath and came out from around the tree, the son noticing her first. "Are either of you bit?" She shouted loudly to clear the distance between them. The son went to approach but she held up her knife and the father grabbed his shoulder.

"No! Just tired, hungry, we ran out of water a while back." The father responded. He held up the pipe that he had used to take down the dead one and toss it a couple feet in front of them on the ground. "We don't mean any harm." He said earnestly, and Cara believed him.

She pulled the holster for her hunting knife out of her began and clipped it waistline of her shorts and slid the blade away. Once the blade was safely away she approached the men. She reached into her bag and pulled out one of the bottles of water, leaving the one she had been drinking stashed away. She stayed back about five feet from them and tossed the bottle towards them, it landing only about a foot from the older man's feet. "What's your names?" Cara asked placing on hand back on the handle to her knife if she needed to pull it back out quickly.

The older man stepped forward and picked up the bottle of water, he opened it and smelled it before bringing it to his lips, testing it like she would bother trying to poison it. "I'm Chris," the son was the one who spoke up first when his father handed him the bottle. "This is my dad, Travis."

"Thank you for the water." Travis said interrupting his son. "Do you have a camp around here?"

"Sorry Travis, but I am the one asking questions." Cara said simply ignoring his question. "Toss your bag over here, I want to make sure you both dont have anymore weapons. I wont take anything, I just don't trust you." She had watched as her brother allowed in a few guys, she also knew how badly that had went she wouldn't make the same mistake. She wait patiently at first as Travis took off his backpack and tossed it forward getting it pretty close to her, her eyes then fell on Chris who had yet to remove his bag. "I'm waiting." She said simply and Travis said something quietly to his son so he pulled his bag off and tossed it to her as well.

She walked forward and picked up both bags and backed up to where she had been standing before. She unzipped the first bag and riffled through it, nothing to fear there, the second bag held the same findings aside from a small pocket knife that wouldn't do for dispatching the dead. "My name is Cara Julep, I have a house back closer to the beach. You are both welcome to come eat rest whatever, but I am warning you, first time I catch you doing anything I think is sketchy you are out. Dead or alive, got it?" She said simply before standing up and turning her back to the men. "Follow me."

Chris couldn't believe it when his father tossed his bag to the half naked girl standing in front of them, she had blood splatters on her tanned skin, the shirt she had on hung open exposing her bikini top beneath. She was waiting on Chris, she could just run off with their things and then they'd really be sunk, not that they had much worth anything anymore. When Travis encouraged him to throw his as well he finally buckled. It was as she bent down to dig through them that Chris noticed she might have held herself more maturely, but she couldn't have been much older than he was. She introduced herself and threatened them once more before turning around and walking away from them telling them to blindly follow, Chris thought it was probably a bad idea, but with Travis's injuries they needed a place to settle down for a bit.

It was about half a mile uphill until they got to the top and the house set a bit below it, it was huge and a clear view of the ocean. She walked up to the side of the house. "Wait here." She said simply as she walked around the back and came back with an extension ladder, and leaned it up to the roof. "I don't recommend more than one person on the ladder at a time, its a bit shaky." She said as she prepared to climb herself. She went up first and Chris couldn't believe he was checking out her ass, it had been the first time he had done that in months. "Alright, Chris you next!" She said leaning over the edge of the roof looking down on them.

Travis put his arm in front of his son. "How do we know it's safe up there?" Travis asked.

"I'm safe up here. So I guess you will just have to trust me." She smiled down at them. "Fine then, Travis you come up first, but the ground isn't as safe as the roof." She said simply before disappearing back onto the roof.

Chris looked at his father and grabbed onto the ladder, "I'll go first, if it isn't safe I can jump down, you can't." Chris said explaining himself, he had a point that his father couldn't deny.

Chris climbed the ladder and saw the girl sitting on a deck chair on the roof, it was flat laid out like one of the teenage romance movies would have predicted. A couple deck chairs, a table with a few chairs, lights hanging up around poles that lined the roof. It was comfortable looking. "You want to tell your dad it's safe, or are you just going to gawk at the place?" She asked and Chris leaned over the edge and signaled his dad to also climb. When Travis was safely on the roof as well she stood up and climbed through the window back into the room. Chris followed then Travis until they were all standing in the farely small room. She walked over to a crate and pulled out a few protein bars and tossed them to Chris, "there is more water in the tap. Don't worry, its filtered through the system, there is still power here so you can take a hot shower if you want, just please keep it short the water heater takes forever to reheat." She said simply before she tossed herself back onto the bed set up in the room. "Get comfy, the sun's going to go down soon, itll be safer here than anywhere else. It was then that Chris noticed it, the hatch on the floor that had a lock through it keeping it closed off to the rest of the house. Chris handed his dad two to the bars and ripped into on himself. "I'd definitely recommend that shower though boys, it's never smelled worse in here." She said simply pointing to a door behind him before reaching into her bag and pulling out her ipod.

Travis told Chris he should go shower first, when he walked into the bathroom he found she had told the truth, their was crystal clear water running in the tap, and hot water in the shower. Just who was this girl.

Travis sat in a folding chair Cara had pulled up from the deck to put in the room so she could sit somewhere than on the bed. She watched him, noticing his limp was more predominant than she first thought, he was injured. "I thought you said you weren't bit." She said simply as he sat down.

"I wasn't, we had to run and I was barefoot." Travis said simply sitting down and opening one of the protein bar. "Are you by yourself here?" She supposed it was time that he also be allowed to ask questions.

She nodded. "Aside from the dead ones downstairs, they tend to keep people away so I leave them be. I go in and out through the window and as long as I keep the fence clear the dead ones are manageable." She informed him. "There were more, but I'm all that's left."

"Do you know them?" Travis asked and Cara found herself confused by the question.

"Know who?"

"The dead ones." Travis said simply, and she nodded. Like that within a full response Travis smiled at her and changed the subject. "So how old are you?"

The conversation turned light, and simple. Age, favorite things, simple questions that he happily answered as well and when his son came out from the bathroom, his hair and skin clean as he sat down on the ground near an unused bookcase. It mostly just had old magazines sitting on its shelves. Travis excused himself and she found herself alone with his son. Chris seemed nice enough but he also excused himself quickly and went to stand out on the roof, he laid on one of the deck chairs out there, Cara didn't investigate him anymore.

These two could either help her survive or lead to her death but either way she had done at least one human thing today. She had shown strangers kindness.