Some of your OC'S will come in soon, not right away ♥

Ever since the zombie apocalypse has started, everything has changed for every living soul. People die everyday, or turn into walkers. Humans who are alive, may turn evil, for as if the stress will take over them. Some choose to stay good, and protect their group mates, and themselves to survive.

In a small, weak oak wood shed, a girl with brown hair, and some weak old gray clothing, she stalked inside. This was her temporary home, and she had killed many walkers (the zombies) so she would step in blood, but she didn't care. You must kill walkers to survive. 

Ice hated being around humans. Some are good, but some are horrible, and love to kill other humans. Ice enjoys to kill. Even humans. She has killed more than 10 innocent ones at least. All she needed to do was survive. She liked being alone, but sometimes she was lonely, but she gets over it.

"I should get some food." She muttered, getting up. She had a small pistol in her hand from a walker she killed earlier. Some pigs or cows may be alive, but it's unlikely. 

She wandered around, the sun rising from the sky. Melancholy pumped in her heart. She would starve herself to sleep. Food is hard. For her, at least. 

She gasped. In the view, there was a small house! How did she not see this before!? She stalked to the house, and took a quick glance at it. It was weak, and the bark was peeling off it. 

It's probably abandoned 

She softly kicked the door open. Handcuffs were on the ground. She felt a little scared after. During this time, handcuffs are used to hurt, or capture people or other things, which isn't good. She tried to ignore it. 

Since the door was slightly open, animals and such would do in and out. A small pig was crying in the middle of the floor. Ice's mouth watered, and picked up the pig. It seemed relived, until she cut it open. The pig screamed, falling on to the floor. 

Before Ice could pick it up, pain exploded in her wrists.

"Argh!" She yelped, turning around. Oh no...It was a person. She had dark brown hair, with red streaks, with blazing yellow eyes. She handcuffed her.

"Let me go!" Ice growled, thrashing her hands around. The girl just grumbled.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't trespass." My wrists burn, but I didn't want to show her I was weak. I sighed. 

"I didn't know." She snorted. She just gazed into her eyes, as she looked at her. She looked at the dead baby pig.

"Do you kill the innocent?" She asked, in an eerie voice. Hmm. Smart.

"Yes. Why? Do you?" Ice inquired. She nodded, biting her lip. We just stood there for a good 30 seconds.

"What's your name?" Ice finally spoke. The girl locked her gaze with hers again.

"I'm Kyendrea. Who are you?" 

"I'm Ice." She gulped. Kyendrea looked back at the baby pig, then at Ice.

"Y'know what? I like to be alone, but...I like you." Ice seemed taken aback, but felt a feeling of evil teamwork rise into her.

"I like you too. We can kill together. Friend or Foe? I say friend." Icey suggested. Kyendrea smirked, and unhandcuffed Ice.

"Friend." She whispered.

Yes! Based on the Walking Dead! :3 Don't worry, other OC's! You'll come in soon :D Love you all, thanks for reading, and I'll update soon, so stay tuned :)

-Ice♥