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"Demons"

By: Imagine Dragons

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale

I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truth

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

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Rating: T – MA for language and adult situations.

Genre: Romance/Humour/Horror

Summary: Lieutenant Louise Virtue and her platoon come upon the West Georgia Correctional Facility. When met by resistance from the inhabitants within, they were prepared to fight for the fortification that could be their salvation from the living dead. What Louise later finds, however, was that she wasn't prepared for Daryl Dixon. Daryl/OC. Rated T-M.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fanfiction. I don't own any of the recognizable characters from the show "The Walking Dead".

Author's Note: Hello, lovely readers! I've been posting my fics on this site since 2003, but this is my first The Walking Dead fic! I'm also fairly new to the fandom. I haven't had much time to write this year, but seeing as I'm missing the show so much, have enlisted in the army, and have been reading Max Brooks' "World War Z," I had inspiration to jot this fic down. I'm just writing this as it comes, so I hope it turns out to be an enjoyable read and something to keep you entertained until the new season begins. Kind of fitting for the show, but this story has a life of its own. Sorry I'm not sorry! =) Let me know what you think. Can't wait to hear from you! Happy reading. xx IFHD

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Chapter 1: Meetings

I shielded my dark eyes from the blazing sun that currently peaked directly above us. Beads of sweat mercilessly trickled down my face and neck. Almost every inch of my army combat uniform was soaked and stained with blood and everything else from weeks of fighting and running. I shifted my dirtied helmet with my left forearm to see further down the road, though kept my right hand gripped tightly around my M16 rifle; force of habit, especially during the past few years. Thankfully, no sign of the Flesh Eaters so far. As I found a more comfortable seating position at the back of the humvee, I looked around at the seven men in my platoon with me as the armoured vehicle continued to trudge forward through deserted back streets.

We were fuckin' exhausted. Exhausted, beaten, hungry, and most of all, pissed off. I had tried to keep track of the time that we had fought and travelled together since the news of the outbreak, but ever since the outbreak spread - and overtook Fort Benning, Georgia, where our platoon was originally based - it had become more difficult to keep track of the days, weeks...

...months.

Something caught the corner of my eye then. For a split instant, I thought that a horde was in the distance, coming directly towards us. (No matter which direction our diminishing convoy went in, there were always hordes.) So when I took a second glance at what I was seeing in the horizon to my left - and subsequently recognized what the hell it really was - the now foreign feeling of elation rippled through me.

"Jason! Jason, stop the humvee!" I exclaimed while tapping the side of the humvee. This reaction effectively roused the men surrounding me to attention. To answer their questioning glances, I continued, "Greg, radio the rest of the convoy to halt for a second and look due northwest, about a quarter of a kilometer."

As Jason peered out of his side window and squinted his blue eyes, he breathed out, "Well, fuck me, Lou...you found yourself a prison."

I gave the youngin' a pat on his shoulder and a side smirk. "I've told you many times that I wouldn't fuck you if my life depended on it - even post-apocalypse - but in response to your latter statement, yes, it seems as though we've stumbled upon salvation, boys!"

Cries of "hoo-ah" sounded from the vehicle and Greg's walkie. As the miniature celebration continued and hope and morale were temporarily restored, I radioed my commander to ask our humvee to press forward on its own. "We don't know what threats are imminent in that place, Colonel," I reasoned, receiving acceding nods from my men. "I suggest we move in, while you guys hang tight and cover our asses."

After a few minutes of discussing the logistics of the movement forward, I received my request. We parked the vehicle near the main road to enter the West Georgia Correctional Facility. From our standpoint, we could already see a handful of undead zigzagging aimlessly through the main courtyard. "Fuck!" I hissed under my breath, hitting the side of the humvee. I immediately radioed in the Colonel. "We're outnumbered at least 5 to 1. And that's only from what I can see."

"Move in, Lieutenant Virtue." His calm, crackling voice replied. "You and your men secure the north perimeter and at least get us access to the gates. We'll move in on the south and east perimeters and destroy the sons of bitches there. Like you said, the prison's a perfect base - we need to take it."

I gave a nod. "Copy that." Handing the walkie back to Greg, I eyed each of the men in turn and commanded, "As usual, use your guns only as a last resort. Machete the fuck out of these assholes - that's our first priority. Is that clear?"

A unanimous "copy that, Lieutenant!" rang then.

We exited the vehicle one by one and spread out, with Jason driving slowly forward and Greg keeping the back door open in case we had to abort and get the hell out of there asap. As I pressed further to lock on my moaning, squelching targets, I could see a small creek surrounding the front part of the facility, almost acting like a moat. Veering off from the group to ensure the area was secure, I crossed a wooden bridge to the other side, now standing right in front of the outermost gates.

Just as I stepped off the bridge, a low voice drawled behind me:

"Drop yer weapon or ye'll find an arrow stickin' outta ya pretty soon."

Fuck.

If there were two things that I knew in this world, it would be that I really needed to work on my sixth sense - or probably my hearing sense - and that, most of the time, humans were even more dangerous than the undead.

Well, actually, there are three things that I know.

The third being that I was a stubborn bitch.

I tensed my back, though made no move to stand down or release my weapon. I ventured a peek at the new threat through the corner of my eye while assessing the situation. The civilian man was tall, probably a few inches more than me, and was adorned in a sleeveless, green shirt and faded jeans. His flaming, squinted eyes were dark - almost as dark as his mussed hair. The state of his form told me that even though he had been through probably as much shit as the soldiers and I have, he still had the strength to pose a challenge in a fight. Admittedly, the asshole had looks, too. Though what struck me the most, given the circumstances, was that he had a fuckin' crossbow pointed right in my face.

A few silent moments passed, and I still didn't make a move to stand down. He repeated the command to drop my weapon, with a little more authority this time. Still not enough to rattle me, big boy, I thought. I gave out a derisive snort and even rolled my eyes. "Look, after all the shit I've been through for so many years, do you really think that your stupid little crossbow will make me stand down?"

I saw him slightly twitch at this. At first I thought that my nonchalant demeanour was the reason for his reaction. Then, negating my suppositions, he said with incredulity, "Yer...yer a woman."

Not this shit again.

I turned around to face him this time with no reservation. With a sarcastic look upon my countenance, I shrugged my shoulders and replied with, "Oh, no! You caught me!"

He licked his bottom lip from side to side, then pressed his mouth shut. A bolt of confidence raced through him, and he shot a warning arrow a meter from my feet. My heart jumped at the act, though I tried my best not to physically react to the exhibition of aggression. Instead, I kept his stern gaze and didn't move an inch.

Without taking his eyes off my form, he loaded another bolt from a quiver strapped on his back and promptly pointed the weapon towards me once more. His voice became as stern as his look. "Is the Governor with ye now? How many of ye are there?"

"Governor?" I repeated, furrowing my brows. "The fuck are you talking about?"

His stance wavered again. "Don't play stupid with me."

"Look, Robin Hood...like I said, I don't know what you're talking about." My temper was already acting up, and I had only met this guy for a few seconds. "Some soldiers and I spotted the prison and are here to take the undead out, alright? We don't mean harm to the living, however many of you there are. We just need a place to..."

"Sorry, darlin', but ye and yer soldiers aren't welcome here. The place is full."

"For the love of God, it's a fucking prison!" I cried, unleashing the temperament that I was so famous for. I surged a few steps forward, flailing my arm. "You have hundreds of people in there already? And yet you and your hundreds still couldn't take out the goddamn..."

I trailed off when I discerned a tiny red dot zigzagging near my feet. My eyes shot to the man in front of me. His face had changed from anger to uncertainty, and I could see his gaze alternating between me and something in the distance behind me. "Stop moving." He hissed through gritted teeth, and somewhat pointed his bow to my side. "Stop moving now, if ye know what's good for ye."

For some reason, and against my better judgement, I did as he had said. Though we were both completely still, I lowered my eyes to the moving laser. As my gaze followed it, I noticed that it originated from a watchtower directly to my right.

I cursed inwardly.

The man met my eyes for a brief second, completely dropped his crossbow, and yelled, "Rick, wait!"

A shot fired.

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A/N: You want more, don't you? =P hahaha xx IFHD