Yes. A story. I like the Walking Dead but this is A Oc x Daryl story. So yeah. I do not own the Walking Dead. (If I did I probly would not be working such a shitty job.) Please review.

Prologue

Loveless

She lived at the end of a cookie cutter street named Washington. Her house was a light brown with two large windows. Its kitchen was eat in with bar stools and place mats. Fake flowers survived extreme weather while still perfuming the house. The house and its furnishings were modern but a couple of throw pillows and a thick blanket added a splash of color that appeased her Korean immigrant parents. There were two bedrooms, a guest room that he had slept in for almost a month now. A large master en suite and a small guest bathroom. She threw her keys onto the dark wooden table and listen to a white guy groan about the problems black men were facing.

A rustle and the roar of a vehicle made her body tense.

Their marriage had never been violent But it was tense and filled with resentment. She was angry because she had been forced into a marriage with a man who cheated regularly - he was mad because he hated her attitude about life in general. It could have been an okay marriage, maybe even a good one, but there was no getting around the resentment and the anger, especially after the death of their three month old daughter, Kimberly.

Henry stomped his way into the house just as she started to cut the carrots. She had no idea what she was going to do with them, not yet anyway.

"How was work?," she asked.

He snorted at her.

No "okay", no "good", not even a "fine"

Just a snort.

"I spoke with Donna," she said anyway, "She and Marcus are going to have a barbeque on Saturday"

There was no response.

"I guess I'll bring soda"

There was still quiet behind her.

"Hen-," she said as she was turning.

The bowl of carrots shattered to the floor shards of glass cutting her tan legs.

Henry stared back at her. His dark skin had faded into an ugly gray, his cheeks and eyes sunken into his face. And a low moan shook his throat.

He reached for her.

She turned and began to run. Her heart thumped in her chest as she raced away from her husband's rotting hand.

Henry hands fisted themselves in her hair. And she was thrown against him, his teeth were just a centimeter from her neck before she heard a loud "Crack!"

And woke up screaming.

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-Reara