My name is Raven Walker, I'm a trained sniper for the marines. I've served 2 tours in Iraq and 2 tours in Afghanistan; I've got 463 confirmed kills and enough PTSD to fuel a full size rocket. Sorry about my dark humor. I use it to hide my true pain. I mean who doesn't. I came back early to see my brother and our best friend but when I got here I was in shock. The airport was covered in people testing people for some disease. I didn't understand what was going on. Some guy told me that there were people coming back from the dead and eating the living. I didn't want to believe it one bit. That was till the screams. There was a panic and a security guard had shot someone. After a few minutes he got up and ripped into the guards shoulder. It was horrifying. The screams, the blood, it was throwing me back into my past. I grabbed my gun from the conveyor belt and shot the man that was now eating the security guard. I shot the man twice but he just got up and started to come towards me. I shot him 3 more times and he fell back a bit but kept coming. I finally landed a shot between his eyes and he fell to the floor dead. I took a deep breath and got into a cab home. On the drive there was a crash, people screaming and yelling. The dead ripping into the living. My brain was still trying to wrap around what I had just witnessed.

I got to my apartment and grabbed my duffel bag. I pilled clothes into it then I went into my spare room which I turned into a storage for guns and military food. I pulled out all my guns and ammunition and put it in the bag. I pulled out a big green block from under the table that I had in it lied my signature semi-auto sniper. I placed a strap onto it and slung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my keys to my truck and my bike. I double checked the straps that held down my motorcycle to the bed of my truck, then I hopped in and left.

I drove to my brothers and he was nowhere to be found thinking he was at our friends house. I was wrong. The place was a wreck, things thrown about and broken pictures. I looked in the living room and a picture of the 5 of us was in a shattered frame on the floor. I picked it up and folded in and placed it in my pocket.

It's about a month since I came back from my second tour in Afghanistan. It's been strange to live in a world where there are more dead walking the streets than the living. Now the living that is left are disgusting monsters. Being a female on her own out in this world is not an easy task, actually it's shit. Thank god that I have military training to deal with these pigs. I spent most of my days on the roofs of Atlanta taking out walkers. When I wasn't doing that I was scavenging for food and supplies then I would go back to my truck I had parked in the woods just outside the city to sleep and wake up to just repeat the same shit.

That was until one day when I was scoping out on a roof I saw a helicopter fly over I was distracted by the helicopter till I heard horse hooves. I looked down my scoop and saw a man in a cowboy hat riding a horse. There was walkers surrounding him on all directions so his dumb ass crawled into a take that was sitting on the street. The horde of walkers had the thing surrounded. 'Ugh great' I thought to myself. That's when a voice came on over the radio. It was a younger kid who sounded like a teenager almost. I heard another voice come across on the radio. I'm pretty sure it was the guy hiding out in the tank. He sounded panicked but he was alive so that was a plus. The kid said something about a tank guy having a major freak out over the amount of walkers and I just laughed. I picked up my radio and pressed the button with a sigh.

"Okay listen tank man. You need to get out of there otherwise you'll die of starvation. I saw that bag you dropped. I can help you get out but I only got so many bullets." There was a pause then the kid came back

"Wait who are you? I've never heard you talk before?" I rolled my eyes. Then the tank guy came on,

"How the hell do I get out of here I'm kinda surrounded." I could only see about 70 percent of the tank. There was still a side I couldn't see very well but the kid saw it.

"You're gonna have to make a run for it."

"Make a run for it? That's all you got?" Tank guys started to sound a little irritable.

"Look my way isn't as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside." I nodded and propped up my sniper getting ready to make some kill shots.

"Look there's still one geek up on the tank, the others have joined the feeding frenzy where that horse went down." I jumped on the radio before anyone else could say something.

"Look you take out the one on the tank and I can cover your ass as you make a run for whatever the hell the kid is okay?"

"You with us so far?" The kid said Tank guy chimed in so far.

"Okay you climb down the side of the tank and run for it. Do you have any ammo?"

"Yeah in a duffel bag outside." I pressed the button with a noticeable ugh at the beginning.

"You don't have time to go for the bag. Especially if you want to make it out alive. So what do you got?" You heard a sigh

"okay hold on." A short pause came as you waited patiently for a response.

"I got a Beretta. One clip, maybe 15 rounds." The kid came back on and I aimed my sniper.

"Okay make 'em count'" I took a deep breath

"Jump off the right side of the tank and keep running in the direction. There's an ally maybe 50 yards up the street. Be there."

"Hey what's your name?"

"Have you been listening? You're running out of time." I shook my head.

"This guy is a fucking moron." I whispered to myself.

About a minute later he busted out the top of the tank. The one geek on the tank came towards him but he smacked it with a shovel. I think. I looked and there was another one coming up behind him and I shot him in the head. Tank guy looked up in my direction and then kept running, shooting walkers that got close to him. I shot the ones he wasn't paying attention to. I lost sight of them behind a building so I got up, flung my gun over my shoulder and ran across the buildings jumping onto the ones that were too far from each other. I finally spotted them running down the alley. I pulled my rifle to my front and started gunning down walkers that got too close to them. They saw me and the kid waved; he looked almost Asian. I waved and shot another walker. They started to climb up a ladder most likely to the top of the building. I looked around and saw a small group on the roof of a building about 50 yards from me. I looked back at them and saw them stop. They were on a little balcony type thing. So I picked up my walkie.

"Hey you boys doing okay?" I asked. The Asian kid answered.

"Yeah just winded with sheriff dumb ass." I laughed over the walkie

"Well you guys got names or should I just keep calling you kid and tank guy?" I watched the kid smile through my scope.

"I'm Glenn. And, Tank guy is Rick Grimes." I froze. Just to be clear Rick Grimes was my best friend throughout high school. Shane Walsh was my brother, although I was adopted. But they treated me like family.

"R-Rick?" I said over the walkie. I saw him look at Glenn confused.

"Yeah. What's your name?" I sighed, choking back the tears that threatened to fall.

"It's Raven." You watched his face get noticeably happier.

"Raven Walker." "The one and only you jackass. The fuck are you doing trying to get yourself killed." Glenn grabbed the walkie

"Okay look Raven we got a group on a rooftop not too far. You can meet us there." I got the point and watched them climb up another ladder.

I swung my rifle over my shoulder and took off for the rooftop with the redneck on it. He was firing off shots with his loud ass rifle. At least I was smart enough to put a silencer on my rifle. He was just shooting just for the hell of it. It kinda pissed me off. I didn't notice that everyone had left the roof till I was a building away and saw them all bust onto the roof yelling at the redneck. I ran, jumped, and rolled onto the roof. They were all one. They all looked at me and when I got up I was met by a gun to the face.

"Raven?" I heard from a ways back.

"Hey Rick." I waved as I put both my hands up. Glenn told the guy to put his gun down. His name was T-Dog. He lowered his gun.

"Who are you?" I was about to speak when Glenn popped up.

"She saved me and officer dumb ass when we were running up here." They all looked at me.

"I'm friendly. I promise." I said, trying to keep them from killing me. That's when I noticed the redneck basically drooling looking at me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said my voice was dripping with sarcasm like poison. The redneck took a step closer and rubbed his bald head.

"Well shit hun' what a girl like you doin' out here. Com' for some good fucken'?" I laughed out loud. I saw Rick's eyes flare with anger but I gave him a I can handle this look.

"Well sweetheart you see I would become a 'carpet muncher' before I ever though about getting with a guy who I could easily put on his ass." The whole group laughed.

"Damn. You stumped Merle Dixon'' T-Dog laughed out. Merle stood there completely stumped. I walked over to Ricky and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. He was like my brother and I thought I had lost him, But here he was and I couldn't be happier.