Help me ~ Daryl Dixon

Rick?

Running. That's all I'm doing these days. Running from those monsters. Running from my past. It's been about 3 months since the end of the world happened since I got away from him. My names Lauren and I'm 28 years old. I grew up in king count, Georgia with my best friend Rick grimes. We have been best friends for 15 years, and we still would be but he got shot 2 months before the dead started walking the earth. I would go visit him every day when one day I decided to tell him a secret that I have kept from him for 2 years "he's hitting me rick" I cry out "its been happening for a while now and I know he's your best friend, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I knew you were having problems at home with Lori so I didn't want to put more stress on your shoulders. I'm so sorry" I kissed his hand and walked out with tears streaming down my face. i woke up the next day to see people eating each other. so I packed a bag and grabbed my weapons and ran. And that brings us to the present. 

I'm currently walking through to woods of Senoia Georgia, trying to catch some food. I have my crossbow, my hunting knives, my 9mm semi-automatic pistol, and my M82 sniper rifle. My panther 175BL Crossbow was a gift from my father before he passed away when I was 16. He taught me from a young age how to track, hunt, and skin animals. Anyway, I was tracking a rabbit that seems to have run through here not long ago, and I suddenly see it munching on some grass. It stands on its hind legs scanning his surroundings, I crouch lower to the ground to stay out of sight until it decides to keep eating, and then whoosh my bolt hits it right in the head. Smiling I get up to retrieve my kill when I see a farmhouse about 200 yards in front of me. 

I slowly make my way across the field trying to be as quiet as possible when I feel a presence behind me. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough and got forced to the ground by an unknown person. Struggling I try to get myself free but I was so weak from the lack of food and water that I couldn't even loosen the grip they had on me. "Who are ya" the southern accent spat out at me trying to intimidate me, but was failing miserably. I remain silent not answering the redneck's question when suddenly he drags me to a standing position stripping me of my weapons but completely missing the switchblade that I have hidden in my bra. I look up to see a group of people making their way over to see what's happening when suddenly I hear a voice that I thought I would never hear again. "Daryl what's going on," he asks. I slowly turn my head when my eyes connect with the bright blue eyes of my best friend. "Rick?"

Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction I have written so it might be bad. if you have any ideas on how I can make it better then comment and I'll change it.