Chapter One // {jordan's pov}

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Whoosh!

My arrow hit the squirrel, making it fall to the ground. I smirked to myself before picking it up and adding it to my 'rope o' squirrels.' Interesting name, I know. I counted the squirrels, counting 14 all together. I did a rather good job considering that I've been hidden away all Winter. It's now starting to warm up, animals are coming out of hiding, flowers are growing, it's finally spring! That sounded way too optimistic for me...

I walked along the tree line near a dirt track which heads to my home base. I've been living there for a few months now, I've been lucky to do so. It's a small farm house that actually has running water. The people who originally lived there were smart enough to have an automatic heating system using the sun. No need for electricity. The house also has a small gardening area for crops. I've grown quite a few fruits and vegetables.

I opened the back door, walking to the kitchen. In my kitchen, everything was sorted, I had a rope hanging from the ceiling light and a door handle which is for a closet -- it was now empty. On that rope, I hung all the game that I've hunted. I had three cupboards with cans of food and then a fourth with water and other drinks that I have collected over time.

I grabbed a few candles and scattered them around the room, knowing that it'll be dark soon. I grabbed a few sheets and attached them to all the windows, blocking out peering eyes. The front door is boarded up from the inside and outside, it was like that before I got here. I walked over to the "couch bed thing" that I made. I have no clue on what to call it. It's just two couches pushed together to create a cot-like bed. On the end of the bed, I have all my clothes set out. Which including the ones I'm wearing, I only have two pairs of black jeans, three shirts, one being long sleeved and I have a winter jacket. Currently, I'm wearing a dark grey leather jacket that I found on my last run. I set my bow down next to my bed, but kept my knife out, just in case.

I laid down onto the makeshift bed and I slowly fell into a nightmare filled dream...

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I gently stretched my arms above my head before getting changed into my extra pair of clothing. After retying my combat boot laces, I jogged outside to get to the crops. I was thinking of getting some strawb-.. 

A loud rumble from a vehicle came from the tree line which is about 50m away. A pale green Hyandai came rolling up the dirt track. I gulped loudly, before slowly pulling out my bronze desert eagle. Five people stepped out of the car before drawing on me. The first guy to come up to me pointed a crossbow at my head, he had a permanent scowl on his face. The next, a dark skinned woman with dreadlocks, she had a katana in her hand. She was quite a beauty. A couple, who stayed further back, holding each other watched me with a glare. That's when the last guy came out of the car, I'm guessing he is the leader, looks like he would be. His bright blue eyes gulped up my pale green ones. There was literally no point in trying to take them out. 

"Who are you?" the rather attractive leader, asked.

"Jordan, Jordan Taylor, you?" I replied with a fairly confident voice. The leader looked towards the scowl face before lowering his gun, I noticed that it was a colt python. I put my gun back in it's holster on my right hip, for easy access if needed. But I doubted that I'd need it. They seemed like decent people, not the type that I've previously come across. Looks could be deceiving though..

"I'm Rick Grimes," the leader who is now known as Rick informed, "the man with the crossbow is Daryl. This is Michonne and the two at the back are Maggie and Glenn. It's nice to meet you, Jordan." I nodded as he informed me of everyone's names.

"Y'all here to steal my stuff or something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. That earned me a chuckle from Daryl. I let a small smile give.

"Nah, jus' answer these questions, how many walkers have ye' killed?" Daryl asked.

"Too many, honestly," I replied whilst biting the inside of my cheek.

"How many people have you killed?" Michonne asked this time. I decided to lie. I had killed many people but I was forced to. It was my duty to. One, however, was murder.

"One.."

"Why?" Rick asked, eyes pretty much reading my soul. My walls feel like that had just been torn down by the man and he's only looking at me.

"It was necessary, people like him don't deserve to live in any world," I answered while watching Rick's expression. His glare softened but didn't turn into pity. I felt like he understood me already and we had only just met.

"Well, you seem like a good person, world needs more of 'em. We were wondering if you'd like to come back with us. We live at a prison. We have fences to keep the walkers out. There are children, farms, you can even have your very own cell to have and live in. We also have doctors!" Rick explained. These people seem like the good kind. But to have a group again would be weird. I decided that it's a good option, it'll be great for back-up and maybe for my own mental health. Not having anyone to talk to was actually really hard, even as a non-people person.

"Alright.. I have a lot of stuff though. Food wise," I tell Rick. They all nodded before following me into my humble ex-home.

As we walked in through the back and into the kitchen, I hear Daryl gasp. I turn around and see that he was looking at the game that I caught while hunting.

"Ye hunt?" he asked before scratching his head.

"Mhh, yeah, I do. Self-taught. Didn't have time to do it before it all went down," I explained to him. He nodded before taking down the rope and tying it to his own. I showed Maggie where all the water and food cans are before telling Glenn where to find the fresh food. This left me alone with Rick.

I felt his gaze on me as I packed my clothes, causing me to slightly blush and a smile to spread on my face. It felt awfully strange to have people near me again.

"I don't have anything else, just my extra clothing," I said as I stuffed it in my red duffle bag. He nodded in reply. I scanned the room to check if I left anything.

"Okay, let's go," I declared as I slung my bow onto my back and carry my bag, before walking to the car.

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"So, Jordan, what were you before everything went down?" Maggie asked me as we drove to the prison. I sighed, thinking back to my old life. Will they think differently of me? Better maybe? They'll instantly see me as a valuable person. But was that what I wanted?

"A police officer."

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