Isabelle

He looks at me with an expression that has confusion, anger, surprise, and something that surprises me: respect. I look around, and everyone has gathered. Shane, whom I take to be the leader and rule maker, has his hand resting on his gun. He takes two cautious, measured steps forward. "Alright, Merle, leave the girl alone." He says.

And that pushes a button no one wants to push. "I'm really getting sick of being called 'the girl', or 'that girl'. I have a name. It's Isabelle. Isabelle Thompson. Do you mind calling me by it?" I snarl. Shane looks at me in surprise. "Ok, Isabelle, I'll call you that from now on." He says. Then he turns and walks away. Merle has left, probably with his brother, Daryl.

Amy, Andrea's sister, takes my arm and leads me to the tent that I woke up in. "Are you ok?" She asks me, her eyes searching me. I nod. "Listen, Merle is trouble. I bet you have already figured that out." I nod again. "Can you stay within my sight? I want to take care of you like a mom would her child." I nod again, this time a smile spreading across my face. She smiles back.

"Go wash up at the river." She says. "I'll give you a quick snack. You must be hungry. You were out for two days." I nod, and hurry to the river. As I wash my hands, I hear footsteps, and turn to see Daryl Dixon.