Finn Dixon

"I said; are you guys alright?" the boy presses, loosely waving his gun around as he spoke. "Yeah , we're alright," I answer, my eyes locked on the boy. My hand grips my dagger a bit tighter, the boy was oddly clean; only the occasional dirt stain. "Who are you?" I ask harshly, the growl of biters getting closer.

Lincoln Loud

The middle child of the 13-member family looked at disbelief as 9 of his sisters started arguing among themselves, and he couldn't help but feel guilty about this. All he needed to do was keep his mouth shut, but given his good-natured and truthful habits, he accidentally spilled some secrets the sisters had about each other. Lincoln backed into a corner next to the fireplace when it seemed evident that the fists would fly *very* soon. His parents were hiding with Lily in their bedroom, which seemed like the best place to be in. But instead, fate had other plans.

Freya Grimes

**STARS WERE ETERNAL**, no matter the state of the world beneath, they twinkled in the night sky and offered a moment of tranquillity to all those willing to admire them. When her father was shot in the line of duty, Freya Grimes spent a good portion of the night standing in the hospital parking lot, wishing — despite her doubt in its effectiveness — that her father would defy the odds and live. And he did — for a while — but then the dead began to rise and all those sworn to protect civilisation had pulled up stakes and abandoned them. Rick Grimes was left on his lonesome in a no longer functioning hospital, and his wife and children were uprooted from everything they'd ever known and rushed to the outskirts of the city in the hope that it would increase their chances of surviving this . . . *plague*. "You see that big one?" Freya asked her little brother, using her pointer finger to navigate her favourite star of all amongst the midnight canvas above. "That's the North Star."

Rory

Shy, timid, quiet

Rita Loud

In the parents room, Rita and Lynn Sr. were huddled with their infant child, listening to the constant banging and fighting happening in the living room.

Robin Carson

The moment she laid eyes on Daryl Dixon, Robin knew that they weren't cut out to be friends. It was still well before lunchtime when Robin Carson sat on the front porch of the Greene's farmhouse, a first aid kit laid out on the small table beside her. Before her sat a man named T-Dog, whose arm had been ripped open by a piece of rusted metal. He watched her very intently as she carefully tended to his wounds. Behind T-Dog stood his friend Glenn. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he watched Robin's hands with a look that made it clear that he didn't know whether to be disgusted or impressed—the flesh wound was probably the thing that perplexed him the most.

Y N

I was sitting in class drawing and sketching out random things my hair was up in a high ponytail as soon as I heard the bell ring I quickly gathered my things making my way to my locker I grabbed my bag and shoved everything else in my locker, I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly spun around greeted by my bestfriend Kate I sighed in relief "Jesus fucking christ you scared me" I said pushing past her and making my way down the stairs with Kate at my heels. I could hear her laughing slightly from behind me

Lilia Dixon

Lilia, the best female Dixon you could ever come across. When she stared into the mirror every morning, there was no need for her to practise her stone-set look that could intimidate a guy to their knees, so her father says. A sweetheart curl to her smile stuck around the people she loved, including Carl whom she's adored ever since this whole outbreak occurred. She wore a battered cargo jacket which Daryl took once from a store when he went out on a scavenge once, she's never stopped wearing it since and thankfully it still fits, it's dark green colour compared to her eyes was a similarity anyone could notice. Her hand reached towards to her chest as she trailed along the small heart shaped necklace she's been wearing since forever, that belonged to her mother before she passed away. 'Luckily she never had to experience the horrors of this apocalypse,' Lilia thought. Staring at it through the mirror, it's cold feeling still lingering as she let it go. It was one of the tings she treasured most, the next thing was her group... or you could say 'her family' as she liked to call it. She first met Rick when he discovered his family was in the group she was already in with her dad and uncle Merle. They got along nicely when he found out she was friends with his son Carl, whom they certainly been sharing a closer bond with lately. Rick took over the role of her uncle when Merle was gone. The name 'uncle Rick' just stuck after the disaster at the prison and he saved her life. But this time it isn't Lilia's life that needs possible saving, its Maggie's. She's been having trouble with the baby, so a plans been made to transport her to Hilltop. We're going on a wild adventure. "I'm coming with." I say running up to Rick.

Wip

I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them again everything will be back to normal. My eyes flutter open and I stare at the dull white ceiling of my RV. I heaved out a sigh, knowing that was going to be another day of almost dying trying to survive. After laying in bed for a few seconds longer, I get up. I gather my weapons before heading out of the RV. I look at my crossbow cradled in my arms and sigh. A rustle in the bushes pulls me from my memories. Quickly the crossbow is up in the air, aiming in the direction of the noise. I could only hope that it wasn't a walker. It wasn't. A buck limps out from the bushes and a small smile slips across my lips. It was the first creature I've come across that didn't want to kill me. Just as I thought that, I saw that it had a yellow and red arrow lodged in its side. It wasn't a fatal wound, but it probably hurt like hell. I lowered the crossbow. I couldn't help but feel bad for the animal. I slowly approached the buck, it watched me carefully but made no attempt to run. I got the arrow in my hand and snapped it, the buck whined in pain and I stroked his fur in an attempt to calm it down and thankfully it worked I shooed it off into the forest once again and it took off without a trace of it ever being here except for the faint tracks it left. I walked the way the buck came from and when I got 30 minutes into the walk, I could swear that I heard voices. They got later the more I walked. It sounded like people arguing, I couldn't help but think that they were idiots for fighting.

Kendall Hastings

As I get out of the car, I feel the warm breeze go through my hair. Leaves fly across the ground while bright green trees are slightly swaying back and forth. I look around and then up, only to stare at the large Victorian house in front of me.

Katy

The mousy haired woman sat across from her parents in the abandoned house that they had stumbled across a few days prior. They spoke to each other, thinking slowly of the days before the world had changed drastically and went so wrong -- they liked to think of the old times where there had been so much love and peace, they wished they had appreciated it more. The old world was missed.

Lilia Dixon

"Judith!" I yelled through the trees. "Judy!"

Alexa Mason

Leaves crunched and cracked under Alexa's feet as she ran. Her heart was racing and her head was whirling as the world flew by her. Away from her. Her feet ached from how much she had been running. Running from the dead, that was almost upon her. Running to get back to her little brother. Chase would be alright, she told herself. The determination to get back to him was rooted deep in her bones. But her bones screamed at her, yelling for her to stop. But she couldn't. Alexa willed herself to speed up, to push herself farther than ever, to run. Despite the pain. The groans of the dead act as encouragement, sending her into overdrive. Forcing her to run. To sprint. To race. To compete. Years on the track team served the girl generously, giving Alexa the stamina she needed to return to her brother. Alexa's lungs burned, she wanted to stop, she needed to stop. To catch her breath to will herself to continue. But she couldn't. All she could think about was getting to her brother. Get home, protect him, keep him safe and feed him. That's all she wanted to do. The girl swerved, ducking around a tree, forcing her thoughts away from her brother. She inhaled watching as the dead that was chasing her slouched away, further into the forest. Alexa exhaled, calming herself before sprinting off in the direction of her house. The place where her brother was. The place Alexa needed to be.

Heather

I ran faster as the footsteps got closer making me breathe heavy, I could hear him grunting in anger as I continued running. I took a sharp turn into the dark alley, hearing the loud music coming from inside the club I was at moments ago. I let out a cry when arms wrapped around my torso making me tumble forward, falling onto the wet pavement.

Ella Samuels

EVERYONE COULD REMEMBER THAT DAY. The day when a van, and how it was one of the few vehicles left working in their world, pulled up to the pebble tainted path. How it came to a stop multiple feet away from the building ahead, one which everyone eventually learned to call home, little by little. How one of the individuals who exited this car would turn a boy, one riddled with hatred and coldness, into someone who was filled with empathy and love. It was that day when a girl, one who just barely escaped the grasps of her childhood appearances, slowly exited this dusty, grey van, and felt the pebbles of the gravely road below to make contact with the bottom of her worn down boots. Her deep ocean eyes wandered up the building not too far off, only being able to see the grey walls reflect back into her vision, giving them all a slight glance at this foreign structure ahead. This girl, it was none other than Ella Samuels, one of the few survivors left in the world. Everyone else had been snatched by death, or worse, had changed. Changed into one of the dead, the creatures who owned every grain of soil left on the planet. It left the living to cower with fear at their threatening presence, and to survive in the shadows, where the monsters had yet to find them. That's how Ella found herself here, at the place where everyone nearby came for refuge, or better yet, a place to live. Not survive, or hide in fear, but live. That's what this was, a place of safety, also known as 'sanctuary' to some. The girl didn't know if that's how she could describe it yet though, because something like a safe haven seemed to be a dream, not reality. Ever since the dead began to walk though, something like refuge, or even peace, didn't exist. So when they were told of this place, let's just say, it was a nice surprise.