"Christina! Christina" I look around, hearing my name being called. I must being going crazy, because no one was there.
In a world full of walkers, I think you can go a little crazy...it's been about a week since the whole thing broke out, I hadn't found a living soul for days... I had been living day by day, looking for people, or somewhere safe. I haven't eaten anything in two days, at this rate I don't know how much longer I'll survive. I have no idea what day it is, or what time it is. Can this world ever be rebuilt? 

I walk along side the rode, looking for a car, maybe a car with actual gas would be nice. I had to keep a low profile, I didn't want people, OR walkers seeing me. I hear a car coming, so I duck behind a huge truck. I heard the car stop. In curiosity I poke my head up tp see what was going on. 

"damnit! I told you that we had to find gas!" I saw a sandy haired man with a huge weapon in his hands, ready to shoot at anything strange that moves.

"Look around, don't you see cars around here? Let's split up and try to get as much gas as we can" I heard a man in a sherif uniform say.

"First my brother! Now this?! Rick you're really starting to PISS me off!" I heard the man with the weapon say, pointing the weapon at 'ricks' head.

"can we all calm down! Please?" I heard a Asian guy trying to keep calm

I shift my body behind the truck, I elbow the side of the truck hard, making the loudest possible noise. 

"what the fuck?" I heard someone say, not having the balls to poke my head up again

"Hey!" I heard the rick person say, and the next thing I know I have a weapon in my face.

Rick glares at the man holding the weapon. 

"Daryl! Put that down!" Rick says
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