Hey there Walking Dead lovers! This is my first story, with my own character thrown into the story, The Walking Dead. This is just a story I've been playing with for a bit, and so I'll post as I write, but unless I get some enthusiastic comments, I'm not sure if I'll finish it. So comment, make suggestions (this story isn't written in stone yet.), and let me know what you think. One thing I do know, my spelling sucks. I'm sorry. But I'm over it. So there's no need to dwell on it.

Also, I own nothing, except for Serena.

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Serena Cummings trudged through the mucky Georgia wilderness. That was all she could do. It's all she had been doing for days. Walk, hide, scavenge, walk. It was a repetitive cycle for her. But she couldn't give up, she knew that much. She had gone too far, and lost far too much to give up now. She pulled a scarf over her head and push through the dark underbrush. She hadn't seen or heard a walker for miles now, thank God.

Serena's insides growled for food, and she clutched her stomach, "I know, I know." She said to herself. She was running on empty, and hoped to find food soon. But the brush was thick and she contemplated gnawing on a stick to keep her mind off things.

Suddenly she heard a rustle in the trees to her right and she held her breath. She was not a brave person. She was not a fighter. She did not have it in her to kill a walker, she only knew hide and flight, both of which she did very well.

She stood motionless for a few moments, just listening, but once again, the bush around her was silent. She finally released her breath and stepped out from behind the tree where she had been standing.

Then, she heard the snap again, this time from behind her, and as she turned to face the noise pain struck her shoulder and she collapsed, as if she had been shoved by whatever had struck her.

She screamed in pain and tried to collect her thoughts. Where was she? What happened? Was that blood? Was she bit? Oh shit, where there walkers? She was freaking out! She tried to crawl, but everything was going black. She was trying to breath, but her lungs would not inhale. "What the fuck!" She screamed, before blacking out.

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Daryl Dixon lowered his bow and stared silently and his prey. Had that walker just talked?

"Shit." He exclaimed, racing to the body he had just shot. He had been sure it was a walker. So shaky, so unaware, and ragged clothing. What the hell. He reached the body and pulled away the scarf, revealing a pink faced woman that, until moments ago, had been perfectly alive.

"Shit." He exclaimed again, turning the woman over so he could assess the wound. It had struck her in the shoulder. Shitty shot, had it been a walker, but luckily for this girl, it could be considered lucky. He couldn't see much major damage, and guessed in more likelihood she had passed out from shock.

He pulled the arrow out quickly from her arm and ripped a piece of his sleeve off and tied it around her shoulder to stop the bleeding. That would have to do, until he got her back to his camp.

He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Damn, she was heavier then she looked. Seemed as though this person had been eating alright. He sucked it up though, considering he has just shot her.

He couldn't believe his luck. He had shot someone. And not a dead someone, which would have made sense, but someone that was alive. How could he have made that mistake? Stupid. He would have to be more careful.

He stepped out of the bush and into what had become his make-shift camp for the last 2 days. He had set up a small fire pit, a bed to one side of that, and tied in the tree a few feet away hung his small catches from his hunt so far. He was still hoping to catch something bigger, but thanks to his new guest he would probably be putting that plan on hold.

He placed the women down on his bed, which was just a sleeping bag on top of some pine leaves that, when covered, made a pretty comfy mattress. He pulled her first layer of shirt off, trying to see if he could treat her wound without undressing her completely. But her shirt was already ruined from her own blood and he decided to cut it off and give her one of his for the time being.

He cut away at the shirt and pulled it off, revealing her chest, bra, and stomach. Daryl froze. He was a simple man, and didn't know much in life, but at this moment there was one thing he did know. This woman lying, helpless in front of him was not alone in the crazy, fuck up new world. She was pregnant.

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End of Chapter 1.

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