~Rebel's POV~

"Oh my god. Peter." Shane whispered. He strode over to Peter and embraced him. It wasn't one of those bro-hugs that he usually gives, it was a genuine, family hug. The sight made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

It made me think about my family. What was left of it anyways. Porter and Gunner obviously had something against me and Piper seemed to be avoiding me. I don't know why, though. We had always been close considering we were sisters.

We always knew what was wrong with the other one and we always knew how to cheer up each other when we were down. Now? It seemed like I had never known her.

I understood that. The world changes and you change with it. Especially with this world. It was full of horror and gore. That kind of thing usually brought out the worst in people, but in rare occasions, if you had the skill to stay alive, it might bring out the best.

I would say I was one of those people. I had never had many friends other than Yasmine. Sure, I was in love with someone and I told him everything, but Saxon didn't understand me like Yasmine or Piper did. We couldn't just sit down and paint our nails pink and have girly conversations about the newest edition of VOUGE magazine or the newest TV episode of Pretty Little Liars.

What Saxon and I did, it was love. I hadn't given myself to him. I wanted to wait until marriage until I gave my virginity up, or until I was certain I met the right person. It wasn't like Saxon wasn't the right person. I just wasn't certain.

Love was never certain. I may be young, but I knew that much.

Shane held Peter at arms length, keeping his hands on Peter's shoulders. I could see the family resemblance between them. They both had deep brown eyes and strong cheekbones with a slightly square face.

"You look good. How'd you live this long?" Shane asked him. He looked worried, like he actually cared for the boy.

"Ma made me take some shooting classes and taught me how to use a knife. It was hard, but I did it. I made it Uncle Shane. Looks like you did pretty good to. How's the group life?" Peter asked with a small chuckle.

The way they were conversing was alien. It was like they were chatting about the weather or the latest comic in the Sunday newspaper. I guess it was the only thing they did talk about back then. It's not like they used to talk about the best and most convenient way to kill a walker.

"It's good. It's good. Did your Ma..." he trailed off, not needing to say the question,

Peter shook his head solemnly, his eyes glazing over. "Naw. She..she um.. got bit and shot herself. It was for the better though." He swallowed and bent his head to stare at his feet. The way his warm, brown eyes looked made me melt. I felt so much sympathy for him. Losing someone was common nowadays.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Piper inching her way towards Peter. Of course. I scoffed internally and rolled my eyes, scooting back towards Lori and Dale. Might as well give her some room for the show she was bound to mess up.

"So. Peter. I'm thinking we could share a tent. Ya' know, since no one else has room." Piper purred while running her hand up and down his bare arm that was caked with dirt.

"I don't know. Maybe I should sleep out here. Wouldn't be any trouble to me." Peter was hesitating, but from the look in his eyes, he wanted to take her offer. Badly.

"Oh, it's no trouble to me at all. Lots of people share tents. Rebel and Daryl share a tent, right?" She looked at me expectingly.

Really? After ignoring me ever since you got here, you want my help with sleeping with a guy? I always knew that Piper was a slut, but I didn't think she would go this far.

"Piper," I said through gritted teeth, "I need to talk to you. Now."

Piper smiled at me and we walked a little into the densley wooded area, keeping our eyes peeled for walkers. I knew someone was watching over us because of the footsteps that followed behind us.

"What did you want?" Piper asked innocently.

"I want to know what I did. Ever since you got here you've been avoiding me! It feels like you hate me or you're blaming me for something!" I whisper-yelled, trying to stay quiet.

"You did. Because of you I'm not with my brothers! You know? The ones I actually love." Piper's words made me flinch. I never thought she would say that. Especially to me.

"You didn't have to come with us." I whispered faintly.

"Yes! I did!" She yelled at me, not caring if anyone heard us.

"Why? Why did you have to?" I asked her in a low voice. She was hiding something, it seemed dark and unforgiving. I knew she didn't want to tell me, but it was made out like I had to know.

"He asked me to." She said, sorrow coating her voice. I froze.

"You mean Sa-"

"Yes. The day before. He said if anything ever happened to him, he wanted me to take care of you. Like a sister would. Because we're sisters." All the hate from Piper had dissapated and I could see tears falling down her face.

"Why? Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Anger was rising in my voice and I knew at any minute I would break down.

"He asked me no too! It's not my fault you're an ungrateful little brat!" Piper shrieked at me, surley drawing attention to the two of us.

"You know what?" Piper whispered meancingly, "You have fun on your own. I'm going back to my family." Piper spat on my combat boots and strutted back to camp. That's when I broke.

I grasped onto a tree, trying to steady myself against invisible forces. A countless number of people had left me, including my parents, but never had I thought that Piper would. We were supposed to be inseperable. We were supposed to be the kind of sisters that people looked at and said "Wow. It's amazing they don't hate each other."

That was all gone now. Piper was leaving and there was no possible way to convince her to stay. I heard branches breaking and my head snapped up. A hundred yards away was a group of rouge walkers. There was only three, but they could still be dangerous.

They hadn't spotted me yet and I planned to keep it that way. I scaled the tree that was behind me and rested on a fork about halfway up the tree so I was invisible and if the walkers did happen to spot me, they couldn't reach me.

Slowly, the choking moans approached and I tensed. I watched silently as two of the three walkers passed the tree without a second look and continued on. The third one, however, looked up. He was staring straight at me and I could feel my heart racing.

He reached a hand up and started letting out convulsing groans of hunger, trying to alert the other two. Walkers were persistent, this much was obvious. They would keep me trapped up here for who knows how long.

I contemplated screaming for help but that seemed useless as I was fairly away from the camp. One started to climb the tree and I panicked. He got a fourth of the way up and reached for the branch directly below me and it snapped.

The pointed stick flew down and stabbed him in the head, killing him off instantly. I almost laughed. If things continued this way, they would all kill themselves before daylight. Another one attempted to climb the tree, only this time on the other side.

I reached for a barbed branch above my head and penetrated his skull roughly, making him fall from the shaking tree and landing loudly. The sound the walker had made gave me hope. If someone heard it, they might come.

The third walker, the one that had seen me, just stood there, reaching for me and gasping for his food to come down to him. I stood on the fork of the tree and reached for another branch, I just wanted to kill him and get it over with.

I stood on my toes and grasped the jagged branch, trying to break it off. The tree had other plans. The branch I was standing on trembled under my weight and I heard the sickening crack and I knew what was coming next.

Before the branch broke, I took my chances. "Help! Someone please help!" I hollered as loud as possible.

The limb snapped in half, sending me flying to the ground. I landed with a 'thud' and all my air was knocked from my lungs. The third walker, seeing my struggled lunged for me. I let out a startled scream and backed up on my hands.

I may not be the fastest, but I was pretty agile. The walker seized my foot and yanked me towards him. Another scream made it's way out of my mouth and I struggled, kicking the damned thing off in the process.

I scrambled to my feet and ran. The walker wouldn't be able to go as fast as me, but he didn't get winded. He didn't have to take breaks like I had to. I saw a dark figure in front of me and I didn't have time to dodge it.

I smacked straight into a hard, warm chest. I backed up and luck was not on my side. The walker snatched my arm and I let out a started shriek. The thing I had ran into raised a knife and sent it straight into the walkers head, making the thing release it's grip on my arm.

I surveyed my limb, looking for scratches or bite marks. I was relieved to find that the only thing on me was a large quantity of fresh blood. Whoever that walker used to be must've died a bloody death.

"You okay?" It was Peter. I turned and looked at him. Concern was creasing his brow and you could see worry lines forming on his forehead.

"Yeah." I choked, "Peachy." I moved past him and walked back to camp. I avoided all the curious and distressed eyes.

I saw Daryl stand up and start following me when I passed him. I jogged up the steps to the camper and grabbed several paper towels. I wet them in the sink and made my way towards the bathroom. Daryl gripped my upper arm and spun me around slowly.

"I'll help ye'." he muttered while grabbing the damp towels from my hands. I didn't pass the fact that as he took the towels, he squeezed my hands in reassurance. He moved me to the table, and lifted me by my waist so he could see my wounds easily.

I still hadn't had the chance to wash the blood off my face from earlier and it was making my face hard to move or express anything. Daryl started swiping the cloth over my arm, stroking in careful movements.

He tossed the soiled towel into the metal trash bin and grabbed the other one. He moved his hand up to my face and started cleaning. The way he treated me was much more careful on my face than my arm.

He rubbed the towel across my cheek, not moving his eyes from mine even once. He tossed the towel away, but continued to caress my clean face. He leaned in a small portion and his hot breath fanned across my face. Darly brushed his lips against mine and I felt blood slowly rising to my cheeks.

"Rebel! Rebel! Get out here!" I heard Shane yell roughly.

I pulled away from Darly and hopped off the table shyly. I skipped down the RV's steps and bounded over to where the group was crowded into a circle around somthing. Lori and Carol were weeping and Carl was pressed to Rick's side, not looking up. An uneasy feeling creeped up within me and I knew whatever had happened, I wasn't going to like it.

The group spotted me and moved aside, revealing a body. It wasn't just any body.

It was Piper's.

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Boom. Anyways, I decided that I don't want Sophia to go missing because she's too adorable.

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