THE WALKING DEAD SEASON THREE
'i still get a little scared
at something new.'

Dreams were an enigma of the past for most

The world ended 38 days ago, Malaya Blake had been counting, one by one as those around her went crazy

She'd always been a dreamer, a manifester, things she desired she always achieved — Whether it'd be good grades or the boy in class she thought was cute, May always got what she wanted

As she moved down the deserted highway, small group including her mother trailing behind her, the one thing Malaya wanted was safety, somewhere to call home, even for a little while

Whilst in Wisconsin, the nearest state with a Quarantine Zone, Leanne Blake had been playing with the radio and its signal, looking for any sign of her ex-husband or son, who left a dozen months prior to the Outbreak — Unfortunately, they'd caught the attention of Philip, Calvin's brother

Philip, or The Governor, as those now knew him, had taken control of a town in Atlanta, a true democracy for survivors of the reapers (as the undead were accordingly named by Malaya). So, with stolen ammunition and rations, Leanne, Malaya and a small circle of those who wanted to escape the QZ left, travelling the twelve days to Atlanta

Malaya understood those who left with them, even though most had no set destination. QZ's were just a way to control the masses set by those in command. In all honesty, Maya believed that this virus wasnt an accident, and instead released in order to mold the world to their ideals

She was in no position to deny refugee for anyone. Hell, she was in no position to leave Wisconsin in the first place. Malaya was a kid, a scrawny, newly thirteen-year-old with no street smarts or life skills — Only a few months prior the girl was stressing about her only friend leaving her for a new group at school

It seemed like a whole other lifetime now, no significance whatsoever as she moved off the road, camouflaging herself in the wildlife, rest of the group close behind. Malaya had a gun tucked in her waistband, the smallest, less dangerous looking one out the dozen they'd stolen from Wisconsin. Leanne had made it clear that it wasnt to be used unless absolutely necessary

"We're close," Leanne announced to the rest of the group, hand resting on the mouldy sign, the image of a town fading away, "Four miles. Take a break, have some food. We move again in an hour."

Malaya dropped her bag at the foot of the sign, immediately falling into her mother's embrace. The girl was scared, as was her mother, but they stayed strong for each other, "It's okay baby. Everything's gonna be okay."

Despite all the shit she'd been through in the past, Malaya still had trust in her mother. She nodded, following a few others from the group to the stream for water

Then, they were moving again, everyone's legs weary, mind's tired. But eventually, they arrived at the old, rusting gates, which opened like a pair of arms. A dozen people stepped out, more armed than not, along with a dark-haired, skinny man that Malaya wasnt overjoyed to see

"Welcome to Woodbury."