So before we start, I would like to tell you guys that I'm going to be making a new cover, and I need a picture of a real-life person that looks like Sam, and and actress or singer may be good so I can have footage of that person in case I want TheLazyPolarBear to make me some kind of book trailer. So if you find one, it would be great if you could send me the link in the reviews, don't PM me cuz it doesn't work, so sorry about that.

NOW ON WITH THE STORY!

After talking to Rick, I decided to give myself the errand of apologizing to Shane for slapping him. I quickly found the man leaning against the front of the RV eating a peach that I assumed he had gotten from Glenn.

"Hey, Shane?" I asked uncertainly as I stood in front of him.

He looked up at me with a glare on his face,

"Can I help you, Sam?" he questioned, not even trying to conceal the anger in his voice.

I sighed, and looked at him with guilt in my eyes,

"I just wanted to apologize for hitting you yesterday. Apparently I had a bunch of animal DNA graphed into me, and so I'll have the instinct to protect Marceline, and at the time you were posing a threat to her, so I just reacted and slapped you. But I didn't mean to I swear! And once again I'm really really sorry. And also, I just didn't think it would be good to be fighting during gun class, or risking having another really awkward dinner," I told him, hoping that he would forgive me.

He looked at me for a while, contemplating what to say before he sighed, took another bite of his peach and said to me,

"Fine, I forgive you. But you owe me a favor, alright?"

I smiled,

"Of course."

We shook hands, sealing the deal.

I suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps approaching us, and turned around to see Carl and Marceline approaching us.

"Dude, nice lid man," Shane said with a smile when he saw Carl's over-sized sheriff's hat that I supposed he had gotten from Rick.

"Hey kiddos, what's going on?" I asked the two children, "You getting along well?"

"Yeah, but, can we ask you something?" Carl questioned us.

I nodded,

"Of course you can."

"We want to learn to shoot too," Marceline said seriously.

"Will you teach us?" Carl asked.

Shane chuckled,

"Well man, that's up to your parents."

"Can you talk to them? They'll listen to you," Carl said to Shane.

He let out a small sigh,

"We'll see, okay?"

"What about me, can I shoot?" Marceline asked me.

I thought a bit, I most definitely wanted all of the kids to learn to shoot, but I didn't want to be unfair and start a fight between them, and Rick and Lori hadn't exactly said no to Carl yet, so I replied to Marcey by saying,

"Like Shane said, we'll see."

Marceline and Carl both gave us a small nod each and began to walk away to go play if it had not been for the small clicking noise both Shane and I suddenly heard.

"Hey," Shane said to Carl, "Let me see what you've got there."

Both Carl and Marceline looked at us in fear, and if I listened very closely I could hear their scared, rapid heartbeats. Carl gave a small, fearful nod before he slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal a gun. Lori was gonna be pissed.

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Only a few minutes later, Rick, Shane, Dale, and I were all standing in a circle at the middle of the camp with, big surprise, a very pissed off Lori.

"How the hell did this happen?" Lori asked with anger in her voice, unloading Carl's gun and stuffing it in her back pocket as she walked away from the picnic table her son and my sister sat at.

"Well it's my fault," Dale said guiltily, "I let him in the RV. He said he wanted a walkie, that you sent him for one," he told Rick.

"So on top of everything else, he lied?" Lori said angrily, "What're they thinking?" she whispered to her husband.

"They want to learn how to shoot," Shane told them, "They asked Sam and I to teach them. Now, it's none of my business, but I'm happy to do it, it's your call and I'm sure Sam wouldn't mind either."

Lori shook her head,

"I'm not comfortable with it-"

"Are you kidding me?" I scoffed, cutting her off, "You're not comfortable with them having a gun? I'm not comfortable with them not having one!"

"Don't make me out to be the unreasonable one here, Samantha," Wow there she used my full name! Yes, she's most definitely pissed… at me, "Rick?" she asked, looking for him to side with her.

He sighed,

"I know I have my concerns too, but-"

"There's no but!" Lori snapped at him, "He was just shot! He's just back on his feet and now he wants a gun?"

"Better than him being afraid of them," Rick argued, "There are guns in camp for a reason, he, Marceline, and Sophia should learn to handle them safely-"

"I don't want the kids walking around with guns!"

"How can you defend that?" Rick questioned her, "You can't let them go around without protection."

"They're as safe as they'll ever be right here."

"There is no safe place," I told Lori, "Not like the one you want anymore. The least dangerous place for the kids, or anyone for that matter, in this godforsaken world is with a gun. You have to understand that-"

"No, it feels wrong!" the Grimes woman told me, "I mean, I didn't feel good about Carl following Rick and Shane out into the woods, and I wish I'd said something, I should've gone with my gut!"

"They're growing up," Rick said, "Thank god, and we've got to start treating them more like adults."

"Then they need to act like them. They're not mature enough to handle guns!"

"We wont play with them Mom!" Carl suddenly broke in as he stood up and walked over to the circle with Marceline right behind him, "They aren't toys. We're sorry that we disappointed you, but we want to defend our camp. We can't do that without a gun," Carl told us seriously, and Marceline nodded in agreement.

"Shane's the best instructor I know," Rick told his wife, "I've seen him teach kid's younger than Carl, Sophia, and Marceline, and you've seen Sam shoot. She never misses, and if she did I didn't have time to notice before there was a bullet shot straight through her target," I smiled happily at Rick's praise for me.

Finally, after several seconds of her thinking, Lori walked over to Carl and Marceline, taking her son's cheeks in her hands,

"You will take this seriously, and you will behave responsibly, and if I hear from anyone in this camp that you are not living up to our expectations-"

"They won't let you down," Rick interrupted.

Marceline nodded,

"Yeah."

And with that, Lori walked away, all the while I was screaming in my mind,

"Oh yeah! The kiddo's are gonna learn to shoot! Take that Lori! And once they can handle a gun, I can teach them to throw knives just like a promised Carl! Go cool older sister powers yay!"

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Thirty minutes later, I was on the edge of the Greene property hearing the only slightly muffled sound of gunfire due to stuffing my ears with toilet paper to block out the sound. I walked down the row of gunners who were shooting at bottles and paint cans standing on the top of the Green's property fence with Rick and Shane by my side.

Seeing Jimmy holding his gun sideways like an idiot, I walked over to where he was standing. I guess T-Dog noticed his fault too, because he said,

"Hey, come on man! Don't give me that gangster shit!"

Walking over to them, I took his shooting hand in mine, and positioned it so that he was now holding it upright and aligned perfectly with the wine bottle he was trying to hit.

He pulled the trigger, and the sharp sound of shattering glass and a gunshot filled my ears much to my dismay. Most of the time super-human hearing was great when you were hunting or whatever, but gunfire was loud, and I mean really really loud! I can't believe Shane almost forgot to bring something to keep the sound out! You could go temporarily deaf from this much noise!

"Thanks! Uh..."

"Samantha James. Full name when you're mad at me, Sammy for the kids, and then Sam for everything else," I told the farm boy.

He nodded,

"Yeah, thanks. When'd you start shooting?"

I tapped my chin in thought,

"I was around three, I think."

"Wow! Nineteen years of this? That's a lot!"

"Yeah, I know right-" wait a second… three plus nineteen is twenty-two. This guy thinks I'm twenty-two! Awesomeness! "By the way, I'm actually twenty-six, almost twenty-seven."

He cocked his head to the side slightly,

"Really? That's cool."

I nodded,

"Yeah, anyways, I'm gonna go check out how the kids are doing with this. Bye!" I said as I waved goodbye. I think I made a new friend!

Walking over to Carl, Marceline, and Sophia, I saw that they were all shooting pretty well.

"How's it going?" I asked as I kneeled down between Marceline and Sophia.

"It's really fun!" Marcey said excitedly.

Sophia nodded in agreement,

"Yeah, I wasn't really that sure at first, but I'm getting the hang of it. But guns are a bit hard to use sometimes."

"Can I see you're gun?" I asked the girl who nodded and handed it to me.

I held the weapon in my hand, lifting it up and down to feel its weight. Finally, I took out one of my guns from my holster and handed it to Sophia.

"Why don't you try this one? It's s little lighter and should be easier for you to use," I told Sophia as she looked it over.

She clicked the safety off, took careful aim, and fired at the can she was shooting at. It hit near the top and flew off the fence post like lightning.

"Awesome!" Carl said happily.

"Great shot kiddo!" I told Sophia as I ruffled her hair.

"Thanks Sammy!"

"What about you Carl?" I heard a man's voice say, whom I quickly recognized as Rick.

Then, just like Sophia, Carl aimed, fired, and his target was no more.

"Nailed it!" Rick said proudly to his son.

I looked to Marceline, who smiled at me, and then shot her gun, and I was proud to say that her paint can was no more.

"You guys are naturals!" I told the kids happily, "Now, who wants to learn to throw knives?"

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Marceline POV

"Okay, I'm done!" Sammy shouted as she carefully slid a black colored pencil back into its case.

I stood up from where I had been sitting with Carl and Sophia around the campfire while my sister sketched us. I had heard my two new friends talking about it and had asked to see some of the drawings, but then they said that it would be cool if she sketched us first and then I saw the drawings. Then they said something about, 'Seeing what animal I am', which left me slightly confused.

As to not get board while we waited for the drawing to be done, we had gone into the RV to get a box of dominos, and actually play the game that they were originally made for instead of just setting them up in a line then watching them fall.

"Can I see your drawings now?" I asked Sammy as I walked over to her. She nodded, and handed me her large drawing pad while Carl and Sophia crowded around so that they could see as well.

My eyes widened as I saw the sketch,

"Wow," was all I managed to have come out of my mouth as I gaped at the VERY realistic picture I held in my hand.

The drawing was of three young cats sitting in a circle with the dominos game in front of them. I quite quickly realized that the dark orange tiger cub by the same sheriffs cat that Carl had been wearing was, obviously, Carl. Sophia was the small strawberry-blond kitten with light brown strips laying over the doll that my friend currently had clasped in her hand, which left me as the little (but not as little as Sophia's cat) black jaguar with the red bow around it's neck must have been me.

"Do you want to keep it?" Sammy asked, and soon got my response, which was a faint nod.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head,

"I should her some things to thank her!" and then out of my mouth came,

"Can I put purple streaks in my hair?"

She seemed a bit surprised at my sudden change of topic, but she quickly got over it, and said,

"You can put streaks in it if you want, but make sure you get some black hair dye too when you want your hair to go back to it's natural color. Okay?"

"Yep!" I said happily, and then I skipped away to find Glenn.

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"Excuse me, are you Glenn?" I asked as cutely as possible as I looked up at the young Korean man.

He nodded as he tightened the saddle on his horse,

"Yeah, and your Marceline Monroe, the, uh new girl, right?" he said a bit nervously.

I nodded,

"Yeah, anyways, you're making a run into town, right?" I asked.

"That's right," a woman about Glenn's age with short brown hair said as she walked into the barn.

"Maggie!" Glenn exclaimed with surprise, "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged,

"Nothing much, I'm just gonna come with you on your run."

"Awesome!" I said, clapping my hands together in glee, "Do you mind getting some stuff for me?" I asked.

Maggie shook her head,

"Of course not sweetie, what do you want?"

I handed her my list,

"It's all on here, if you can't find it don't get it, I don't want you guys to get hurt, okay?"

"Don't worry, we'll be fine!" Glenn reassured me.

"Thank you!" I quickly skipped over and hugged them both, brining them together and I most definitely did not miss the blush that appeared on Glenn's face when my hugging made his body smoosh against Maggie's.

"Wait! I need to add one more thing!" I suddenly said, breaking away from them.

I snatched the paper from Maggie's hand and dug the pen I had been using out of my back pocket, and then quickly scribbled on my list before handing it to Glenn, trying to hide my devilish smile as I skipped away.

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Glenn POV

"So, what did the girl want?" Maggie asked me as our horses walked along the road.

Reaching in to the back of my pocket I pulled out the yellow piece of note pad paper Marceline had given me.

"Lets see… 'long-lasting purple hair dye, size seven and a half boots, bow set, and always remember that when you guys get freaky after you have the special grape juice to use protection or you will get pregnant and die'. What the heck?!" I exclaimed as Maggie leaned over with wide-eyes to see if what I read was really true.

"Okay," I thought to myself, "Do these Salvation sisters have some sort of weird power to sniff out what should be people's secret relationships or something like that? Come on!"

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Samantha POV

After my sister's choice of dyeing her hair, I went back to my tent to lay down for a bit with a book that I had gotten from the RV called The Outsiders by SE Hinton.

Crawling into my tent I found Shady chewing on a squirrel tail, which was not such a big surprise to me anymore. I quickly ruffled his fur, and began to lay down on my sleeping bag when I spotted my personal duffel bag.

Sticking out of it was the folder my mother had given me. I looked at it for a while, before I decided to take another look at it as I had noticed earlier that there were actually more papers in it, but at the moment I had had to help with the gun class so I didn't have time to check it out. I flipped the folder over, spilling its contents to the floor, picked up another document, and began to read…

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An hour later, I was in tears yet again. In the documents I had discovered that the letter that I had read in the forest with Marceline was only a rough draft and that it had left out very important information about Marceline and I's… abilities.

Mom was the head of the genetic division at Area 52, meaning that she specialized in the whole chupacabra thing. In the first letter I read she had left out that we also had several different birds of prey in us.

The Salvation's animalistic form was going to be the strongest, fastest- pretty much the most powerful animal ever. And to top off the super-speed and crazy healing, we were going to have wings. WINGS! But to do all of this stuff, we had to have brain-surgery that would make our body activate the different animal traits. But before the doctors could give Marceline the last activation surgery, which was for the bird part, Mom finally got her reality check and stopped it from happening.

She somehow got her hands on a gas mask, and then released the same gas that they used to take away my memories of my bleed-outs into all of Area 52, which knocked them all out. While they were getting their beauty sleep she managed to destroy all the evidence of the animalistic forms. She waited until everyone at Area 52 had woken back up and used the PA system to tell them that the whole chupacabra thing never happened. They all believed it, as they gas leaves you so out-of it that you'll do anything. She probably would have had them stop the Salvation Project completely, but she didn't have time before the doctors and guard got back to normal. Minus knowing about the animalistic division of course.

Mom got Marceline and I and we tried to escape, but it was to late… for me at least. One of the guards practically popped out of nowhere, and shot me. Mom thought I died, but I was only temporarily knocked out. But she got Marceline out. Only minutes later I was gassed by Daddy Dearest and I forgot all about my Mom and sister until now, eleven years later. We're just one big happy family, now aren't we?

Suddenly, I spotted something underneath a pile of papers. Lifting them up, I found a gold locket. I hesitantly popped it open, to find a picture of what my family would have been if that guard hadn't shot me.

It was my mom, Marcey, and who I guessed was my step-dad at their wedding. My mother was a beautiful woman with long, dark golden locks wearing a simple but elegant wedding dress that fit her just perfectly. In her arms was a thick bouquet of white roses and her dark blue eyes sparkled when her face lit up with one of the happiest smiles I've ever seen as her new husband kissed her cheek.

He was a couple inches taller than Mom with short, light brown hair in a black tuxedo.

At their feet was a six-year-old Marceline looking as cute as ever with her white flower-girl dress and a white rose in the middle of her purple bow which held up her dark, wavy hair. She had blue eyes too, but they seemed slightly unnatural and I realized that she must have been wearing contacts to cover up her real golden eyes.

I snapped the locket shut, and contemplated wearing it. I wasn't much of a jewelry person, as it could get caught on something, but I finally decided to put it on.

All of a sudden, I heard a rustling outside my tent. Unzipping the tent-flap, I found Marceline holding a trash bag, but I could easily tell by it's sent that it didn't have any garbage in it.

"What've you got there?" I asked with a smile.

"Well… Um…" Marceline mumbled, trying to find the right words, "I guess I just wanted to find a way to say thank you for being a really cool and awesome sister, even though you only met me, like, yesterday… so I got you this!" she said nervously as she handed me the trash bag.

I took it hesitantly, wondering what it was. I reached my hand into it and grabbed what seemed to be some string. I brought it out to find… the laces to a pair of boots! They would easily go up to my knee, and were a dark grey-brown color with brown laces and gold buckles to make sure that they stayed on tight.

"Oh, Marceline! Thank you kiddo! You didn't have to do this you know!" I told her as I looked over the boots.

"I know. I just wanted to do something nice. Besides, there's one more thing left and I think you'll really like it!"

Reaching into the bag again, a wrapped my hands around something cold and hard, then pulled out a bow. A BOW!

"Oh my god is this a Camouflage Martin Recurve bow?!" I practically screamed.

Marcey shrugged,

"I guess. Glenn got it when he went to town with Maggie today. I heard someone say that you wanted a bow, so I decided to get you one. Do you like it?" she asked.

My response was to scoop her up in a hug and practically squeeze her to death, but when she started making choking sounds I let go.

"Of course I like it! I was going to get one, but I ran out of time before I could. Thank you so much!" I squealed in joy.

"You're welcome!" she smiled cutely, and I hugged her again.

"Uh, Sammy?" Marceline asked.

"Yeah?"

"What if I told you I may have put Glenn in a really awkward situation with Maggie?"

I smirked playfully,

"I'd laugh and let you do it again again. Dude needs a girlfriend."

Marceline rolled her eyes,

"Tell me about it!"

Done! If you want to see some Marceline and Sam stuff then type in 'lunawolfangel polyvore' in the internet search where you can see all my polyvore creations, and I have some Sam and Marcey stuff.

Please review and tell me about who should play Sam! Maybe Tracy Spiridakos from Revolution? Or Sandra McCoy from Supernatural? I don't know, but I'll see you next chapter! :)