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Chapter One

 

~Birdie Grimes~

"Well, we just can't catch a break, can we, Tru?"

~Rick Grimes & Shane Walsh~

This trip up from Tampa hadn’t been an expected one.   I wish I could say I was taking a nice road trip to celebrate finales or some big promotion—but no—I had been headed home to possibly burry one of the most important men in my life. 

He’d been shot in the line of duty by some idiot in a stolen car. 

 

~Trusty~

 

“Glad to know I can count on you,” I told him with a scowl.  Damn dog.  I’d bet he’d do it wagging his tail if Papa Hair-gel asked him too.  “Traitor!”

 

~Angel~

 

It was when I had gone searching through the parking lot for a vehicle I could commandeer that I found my saving grace, my light at the end of the tunnel, my Eden.  Hell, I pretty sure the Angels were even singing to me.  So that’s what I named her; Angel.

 

~Glenn Yeun~

“Walkers.”  The kid said as he hefted himself up the side of my Angel. 

“What?” 

“Walkers, that’s what we call those dead things.”  He explained as he eyed Trusty apprehensively.  Trusty being excited about company, made a show of himself by liking the poor kid like he was a T-bone steak. 

 

Chapter Two

~Daryl Dixon~

 “Who’er you?”  Great, they send the untrusting redneck as the welcome committee.

~Lori & Carl Grimes~

 

“Aunt Birdy!” It was Carl—my nephew—my twin brother’s son—barreling toward me at the speed of light.  Lori was right behind him, looking shocked but happy as she too broke out in a run.