A/N: New to the walking dead world and I can say its probably one of the best shows I've watched. Slowly catching up, on season 6 now but I thought I'd give a hand at writing a fanfic. I've tried to portray the characterisations as best I can and I'm sticking close to the storyline although I may deviate. I'm not including all the lines from each episode but it's fairly close.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking dead, its affiliated characters or storyline. Only my OC and my plotline.

- Angels and Douchebags

The hot Georgia sun was bearing down on my back and I could feel the sweat covering my face. I brushed the sleeve over my face only covering it with more grime and dirt.

My calves began hurting from the crouched position behind the dumpster. I peered over in the direction of the tank where the Walkers were occupied with eating a horse. The duffle bag was just behind the walkers.

It could have food! Supplies! I need it. But how do I get to it…

"Come on Pol, think!" I muttered to myself. Any plan I tried to come up with required a two man job. The walkers began converging around the tank trying to get in. I furrowed my brow, what's so interesting about that tank.

Okay I need a closer look. I stood up and was suddenly faced with the living dead in all its glory. Peeling grey skin with yellow lifeless eyes and a lust for human flesh. I tried not to gag at the smell of its intestines dragging across the floor behind it. I quickly took out my knife and forced it into the skull pulling it back out.

It dropped to the tarmac with a sickening crunch. I ran over to the other side of the alley to hide behind the other dumpster, so I could get a closer look. I heard rattling above me as the metal staircase began to creak and shake.

"What the-" I looked up at the building above me and saw a rush of feet.

A walker?! I moved into the alleyway slowly trying to look up. A person! Maybe they have a group! I wouldn't have to survive by myself anymore. It was a young Asian guy in baseball cap holding a walkie talkie out began to talk.

"Hey, you. Dumb ass. Hey, you in the tank. Cozy in there?" He drawled sarcastically over the talkie. I snorted and felt my own walkie talkie make static sounds.

"Shit shit!" I exclaimed.

"Come on switch it off," I looked up seeing the Asian man look around down there. Some Walkers began looking in my direction as I crouched down again.

"Oh how have you survived this far," I wondered to myself.

"Hey, are you alive in there?" He asked again into the radio. Maybe I can team up with him, we can get the duffle bag together and split the contents.

But just as I was making a plan I was pushed to the ground and loud sounds of eerie moans were filling my ears. I struggled with the Walker trying to claw at my face before stabbing it with the knife.

"Shit too late!" I swore seeing the horde of Walkers coming towards me. I stood in an attack stance ready for them. If I could just get through them I could make my way up the ladder to the top of the building.

I slashed and moved my knife into different dead bodies but that didn't stop more and more from coming at me. I heard a loud clanging sound on the other side of the street and whipped my head around getting distracted I was tackled by a Walker who was about to bite into my arm.

Suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of gunshots straight into the Walker latched onto me. A man in a sheriffs outfit ran towards me shooting the walkers surrounding me.

"You alright?" He gripped my shoulder and I noticed his striking blue eyes.

"Yeah, thanks." I snapped out of my thoughts as he led me over to the ladder where the Asian boy was.

"Whoa! Not dead! Come on! Come on! Back here! Come on! Come on!" He put his hands on the man's shoulders then looked over to me.

"Who's this?" He gestured to me as the man was about to explain.

"We don't have time!" I said frustratedly as he nodded and went up the ladder. The man in the Sheriff's uniform let me climb up the ladder and he followed close after as we scrambled up as fast as we could.

"What are you doing?! Come on!" He said wildly down to us as we went even faster. We finally reached the roof of the apartment block out all breathing hard.

"Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood. You the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?" The Asian boy mocked as the other man scoffed.

"It wasn't my intention." The other man said, I noticed now that he had a southern drawl. He must be from around here.

"Yeah whatever, Yee Haw you're still a dumbass."

"He saved my life." I defended him causing both men to look at me.

"You saved my life." I stared directly into blue eyes.

"Thank you, Uh?" I prompted him.

"Rick Grimes." He tipped his hat slightly.

"And your welcome." He gave a quick smile and I felt a small pang. Oh no. Stop it. I inwardly cursed. Rick was an attractive man no doubt about it, he was a good 10 years older than me but that didn't stop me from liking what I saw. At all.

"Thanks," Rick said to the Asian boy.

"Glenn. You're welcome. Oh no. The bright side: It'll be the fall that kills us. I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy." He smirked.

"You are?" Glenn turned to me.

"Oh Polaris. But you can call me Pol." I explained and he nodded his head.

"I want to thank you for letting me tag along." I said gratefully to Glenn.

"You're not from here are you?" Rick asked forcing me to look at him.

"Uh no, London, England originally." I explained when they finally heard by British accent.

"What are you doing in Georgia?" Glenn said curiously.

"Look I'd rather not tell my life story to people I don't know. No offence." I said uneasily, I'm sure I could trust them but that doesn't mean they need to know all about me.

"Fair enough." Glenn resigned.

"Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me?" Rick asked Glenn as we started to move across.

"Call it foolish, naive hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me. Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you." Glenn scoffed.

"I think I like you." I grinned at Glenn who smiled back. I never knew I'd be so happy to be around people again. We followed Glenn across the rooftop keeping low and down another ladder leading to a building. We reached the ground where Walkers were barricading the the door

"Hey it's me," Glenn spoke into the radio, eyes darting towards the door.

"Got a couple of guests. There are 4 geeks by the door." He said. The door swung open squashing a Walker against the wall as two men in protective armour came out with baseball bats to bash the walker brains in.

"Let's go!" Glenn shouted as Rick and I ran after him into the store followed by the two men. I looked inside the building seeing a black haired and blonde haired woman who pointed a gun at us. I held my knife out towards her challenging her.

"You sons of bitches. We ought to kill you." She threatened. Rick looked at me lowering my knife in my hand.

"Back off Andrea." One of the men in the protective helmet said taking it off.

"Why the hell would you wanna do that?" I said angrily. What was wrong with this woman? Didn't she realise having more people would help, a greater chance of survival? Strength in numbers.

"You kidding me right?" She said disbelievingly putting her hands on her hips. I sheathed my knife into my belt and crossed my arms over my chest.

"We're dead because of this stupid asshole." She threw her arm out at Rick still holding the gun towards him. I moved slightly in front of him feeling protective of him for saving my life. To anyone else it must've looked ridiculous. A girl 5"1 standing in front of a guy who was definitely over 6 feet tall.

"Watch it. He didn't realise, he was just trying to help." I said to Andrea putting my hands up.

"Realise what? I don't understand." Rick said behind me. I turned around looking up at him. He was a good head taller than me, most of the people in the room were.

I leaned in lowering my voice.

"The sound of gunfire draws them." Realisation dawned on Rick's face and he looked solemn.

"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds." The other man in the protective gear complained.

"Geeks?" I scoffed slightly causing the man to glare at me.

"Calm down T-dog." The other woman said to him.

"Get the picture now?" The man called Morales said to Rick who stayed silent. We moved through the store silently as I pulled out my knife, not wanting to be ambushed by anymore Walkers. There were dozens of Walkers blocking the double entrance doors to the store and were trying to smash their way in.

"It's not gonna hold much longer." I muttered catching Rick's eye who heard me.

"Oh God." Andrea gasped looking at the Walkers. I looked up at Andrea and realised maybe I judged her too harshly, she was just a woman trying to survive in this post-apocalyptic world. She was just as scared as the rest of us.

"Hey T-Dog, try that radio. Can you contact the others back at the camp?" Morales gestured to the man who began playing around.

"Others?" Rick and I said to the same time.

"You got a group?" I said hopefully as they all looked at each other uneasily.

"No signal." T-Dog complained.

"Try the roof?" I suggested. We all started making our way up before hearing loud gunshots.

"Damn it Dixon!" Andrea said frustrated and ran up the stairs to the door leading to the roof. She heaved it open with my help and we ran out seeing another man laughing maniacally and firing a rifle into the street.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted at the man. Was he trying to get us killed.

"Are you crazy Dixon?" T-Dog shouted at him. The man ignored him and continued shooting.

"Hey man you're going to get us killed." I shoved his shoulder slightly getting his attention.

"Hey, Back of-" he started then stopped. His lips curled up into a predatory smile when he laid his eyes on me.

"Well, well. Where did you find this beauty China?" the man Dixon said to Glenn and began pulling my arm and I shoved him off joining the others who were standing a distance away. I knew his type, inbred white trash thinking they could have anything they want.

"Just relax Merle. We've got enough trouble." Morales said trying to keep the peace.

"I ain't taking orders from you and it'll be hell that freezes over when I take orders from a nigger." He spat out. T-Dog and Merle rolled around on the floor beating and punching each other to a pulp. Merle takes the gun from T-Dog and points it at him.

"Hey no please!" Andrea calls out from next to me.

"Now that means I'm the boss right? Yeah. Anybody else?" He waved the gun around cockily as everyone shrunk back.

"Yeah," Rick said from behind. How did he get there so fast?! He hit Merle over the head with a rusty old pipe and handcuffed him.

"Someone needed to do it." I reached up and patted him on the shoulder in approval. He nodded at me before bending down in front of Merle.

"Look here, things are different. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart." he reasoned with Merle who spat at him.

"What can you do to me?" He challenged him smirking with a bloody face.

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose." Rick said determinedly, his jaw clicking into place. I could feel my face fall at his statement. I don't know why I thought I even had a chance with him, he saved my life and that's a debt I could never repay. I thought we might have a connection but he's already married. I don't want to get in the way of that. Great my mood was completely down and Merle mouthing off to me or Andrea every two minutes was not helping.

"These streets ain't safe in this part of town. Ain't that right, sugar tits?" I turned around seeing Merle grin at me.

"Hey honeybunch, what you say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively. That's it. Before anyone could stop me I walked over and delivered a right hook straight to his jaw. He looked taken aback and my knuckles ached slightly.

"That's a mean right hook." Glenn grinned from beside me.

"He was asking for it." I shrugged smiling seeing Merle had shut up. Rick and Andrea turned around from looking over the building at us. Andrea was frowning whilst Rick was wearing an unreadable expression on his face.

I walked over to Morales who was eyeing the territory where the tank was.

"Well there are no manhole covers so it's not going to work." I stated.

"How do you know that?"

"I've been surviving in Atlanta for the past 6 months." I said peering over the edge.

"I've scoured this place and there's nothing." I said defeated.

"Looks like we're stuck on this roof with this inbred piece of white shit." I pointed to Merle and Morales rolled his eyes.

"You're wrong." I turned around seeing Jacqui look down at me.

"An old building like, usually had large drainage tunnels which lead into the sewers." She explained as Glenn, Rick and Andrea joined our group.

"How do you know that?" I asked her.

"City zoning office. Used to be my job."

"Huh." Glenn led the way through the door all of us following him down the steps to the basement.

"Your hand okay?" Rick pointed to my knuckles which were red and slightly swollen. I rubbed them gently feeling them to be tender.

"Let me see," he took my hands in his own and I looked up at him. He had dark curly hair and his eyes were concentrated on studying my hands. Careful. A voice went off in my head, wouldn't want to go falling for him now.

"They don't really ache that much." I said nonchalantly drawing his icy blue eyes into my whiskey coloured ones. Rick raised his eyebrows not believing me. I gently shrugged his hands off my mine.

"Honestly it's because I used to box. So my fingers are kind of used to it." I explained and he nodded. He was definitely a man of few words. But he was the type of man who conveyed all his emotions in his eyes.

"Impressive. That explains you punching Merle." He gave a hint of a smile before walking in front of me as I bit back a grin.

"I really scoped this place out the other times I was here. It's the only thing in the building that goes down. But I've never gone down it. Who'd want to, right?" Glenn chuckled looking around at the rest of us. The whole group, Rick included looked at him expectantly.

"Oh great." His smile fell.

"Come on I'm not even the smallest." He pointed to me.

"Hey!" I defended causing the group to look at me.

"Look I can't have all of you behind me because if something goes wrong and I have to get out there's no way I won't be killed." Glenn explained

"I'll take Polaris."

"Okay first off. I can't even shoot a gun. And second why not Rick?" I flustered to the man standing next to me.

"I'd feel much safer if Rick, Andrea and Morales covered the roof. If something happens yell down to us." He said to Rick.

"Okay everyone knows their jobs." Rick said as they were about to leave to go to the roof. I grabbed Ricks arm forcing him to look at me.

"Look officer friendly,"

"I'm not comfortable with this. I'm much better with a knife and I don't think I'd be much help for Glenn." I said uneasily.

"Look I've seen you fight Pol, I think you can handle yourself. You're the smallest one to go down there and really I think you just don't want to go into the sewers." He drawled lips quirking up.

"You're damn right I don't." I moaned and Rick pleaded with me.

"Fine," I resigned. Rick took Andrea's gun and handed it to me.

"Safety on, safety off. Point and shoot." He showed me quickly.

"Think you got that?" He looked down at me from underneath the Sheriff's hat. Well when you're looking at me like that I can't say no.

"Possibly," I offered.

"Good enough." He patted my shoulder and followed the rest of the group up the ladder.

"If we live long enough I'll teach you to shoot!" He shouted back.

"Come on Pol," Glenn beckoned and I followed him into the drainage tunnel.

We crawled for a while through the disgusting shit and piss filled tunnel with blood plastered on the walls.

"How is this not bothering you?" I scrunched my nose.

"It is," Glenn said shakily and vomited on the side.

"You okay there?" I patted his lower back.

"Yeah," he said as we kept moving. We reached the sewers and stood up wading through the water.

"Can you just imagine all the shit down here?" Glenn wondered.

"I'd rather not." Suddenly we heard low voices coming from the tunnel and we pressed ourselves against the wall. I turned the safety off like Rick showed and pointed it in the direction of the torchlight my hands shaky. I walked slowly ahead of Glenn and turned a corner until we came to a grate.

"Ah this is a good sign. Think we could cut through this?" I asked Glenn handing him the gun.

"I doubt hacksaw could get through this. Maybe if we had half a day and a blowtorch." He said studying the metal bars.

"That'll be a no then." We tried to see if any of the metal bars would budge so we could find an opening.

"So what did you do before this?" Glenn asked me and I let out a dry chuckle.

"Sorry buddy I don't do backstory."

"Come on I'm not asking you to tell me your entire life. Just one thing, if we're stuck with each other." He suggested looking at me hopefully.

"Well, I was training to be a teacher." I lied. He doesn't need to know.

"Ohh," Glenn said looking interested.

"Here or in London?" I narrowed my eyes at him before answering.

"I went back to London after college here but I guess I wanted a fresh start." I shrugged. He doesn't need to know everything yet, I don't even know if I can fully trust him. Well he did save my life.

"What about you?" I posed the question back to him hoping he wouldn't pry anymore.

"I was a pizza delivery boy." He said sheepishly.

"No shame Glenn." I patted him on the back and he grinned.

"How old are you?" I asked the young man next to me, he has to be younger than me.

"I'm 23." He said.

"You?"

"Oh I'm 25." I said pulling on the bar.

"Okay this is not happening," I pulled back easily standing up in the narrow sewage passage.

"Let's go back to the others." A Walker smashed up against the metal bars and reached out it's decaying hands making Glenn and I jump back. I pulled out my knife and thrusted it into the hear making a sickening crunch.

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"Did you find anything down there?" Rick asked us eyeing the glass on the main shop floor.

"Not a way out." I piped in panting.

"We need to move," Andrea said as the double doors broke and the Walkers broke through. We made a run for the roof climbing up the unstable ladder as fast as we could. Rick barricaded the door with a large metal box.

"Hey that construction site. The keys are usually in the truck," Rick said looking back at me with a glint in his eyes. I smiled getting his hint and looked over the roof.

"But the Walkers?" I asked him and his face fell for a moment.

"We just need a distraction. You did get me out of the tank," Rick said to Glenn.

"Well Walkers are drawn by sound and smell." I explained.

"They can tell us by smell?" Rick put his hands on his hips. Andrea, Jacqui and Morales joined us wiping sweat from their foreheads.

"Uh yeah, it's pretty distinct." She said her striking features scrunching up in the heat. We made our way back down to the stairs to the basement level of the store where I first met the group.

"This would take the Olympic gold for bad ideas." Glenn gulped as Rick through him a jacket.

"You should think about this," Morales eyed him as Rick handed him sheets and protective clothing.

"Look that glass wont hold forever. And when it breaks, we need to get out." Rick handed me a white jacket and sheets to put over me.

"You know I can't tell," I looked up at Rick who turned his attention towards me.

"You're either a genius. Or really stupid." I quirked as he let out a dry chuckle.

The dead Walker was dragged in by Morales and Rick.

"Is T-Dog gonna be able to manage Merle?" I leaned over to Jacqui and Andrea.

"Let's hope so." Jacqui said holding her nose.

"Fucking hell." I pinched my nose trying to take deep breaths.

"Oh. Oh god." Glenn turned away when Rick started to hack into the zombie with the axe.

"Rick," I warned taking a step back.

"Madre is Dios." Morales said backing off.

"Keep chopping," He passed the axe to me.

"That's cute Grimes." I glared at him putting the protective eye gear on. I swung the heavy axe into the body seeing the blood and guts splattered onto my clothes and the goggles.

"Don't let it get on your skin or in your eyes." He warned as I hacked into the Walker. I stood up heaving and threw up in the corner.

"Your fault," I glared at Ricks who patted my arm reassuringly.

"Are you sure you wanna go out with us?" I bet that southern accent of his got him all the girls.

"Sure, the more the better." He nodded as the others starting rubbing the guts into our clothes. Oh god. I smell like something just died. Haha.

"What are you grinning about?" Glenn said grumpily seeing my smile. I ducked my head not replying.

"Sure you got enough there?" I mockingly asked Andrea who dropped part of the intestines around my neck.

"Oh thank you for that." I glared at her and she smirked.

"This is really bad." Glenn said choking.

"Think about puppies and kittens. Dead puppies and kittens." Rick shuddered.

"That's shitty advice." I said pointedly to him trying not to gag.

"Do we smell like them?" Rick asked the group who were standing a good few feet away from us. I unsheathed the knife from my belt and held it out to the side.

"Be ready." Rick said to the group when Andrea passed her gun over to Glenn.

"Good luck." Jacqui said to us as Rick led to the way opening the door. We walked on either side of him covered in guts with weapons out just in case. Hundreds of walkers surrounded us, the smell of decomposing flesh filling my nose making me feel light headed and slightly uneasy.

I felt a hand steady my shoulder and I saw Rick staring at me. I nodded to him and we kept moving slowly. The heat was unbearable and I was sweating like crazy.

"It's working." Glenn whispered happily. Clouds rolled above us blocking out the sun. Oh thank God. I smiled looking up thankful that someone was watching out for us. And then the heavens opened. It's raining! Oh no. It's raining.

I whipped my head around to Rick worriedly as some of the blood began washing off our clothes, the Walkers moved in closer sensing the smell.

"The smells washing off." I whispered harshly to him.

"No it's not. Well maybe." He said uneasily as we walked a bit faster. I raised my knife getting ready for a fight.

Surrounded by Walkers, covered in Walker guts, this is definitely not how I wanted to die. We ran through the walking dead bodies slashing and knocking them over as we went until we finally reached the construction site. Glenn and Rick threw their weapons over the metal fence and jumped over. I started to climb when suddenly the wound in my stomach opened.

"Shit," I swore seeing the Walkers move closer.

"Oh I'm gonna die." I moaned."Oh I'm gonna die." I clutched my stomach in pain. The shirt was stained with my blood too.

"Polaris!" Rick shouted on the other side of the fence.

"You guys go! I'll hold them off!" I said back to him seeing the approaching horde of the dead.

"Are you crazy?" He shouted back.

"Just hurry. I'll figure something out." I yanked out the knife from my belt and spun it around. Here they come..

I stabbed the knife into a Walker's head and fell to the floor with the Walker lying on top of me to mask my scent. I don't know how long I spent lying under all the dead but I was trying so hard not to cry and vomit all at the same time. It worked! I smiled hearing a truck speed away. The Walkers began chasing after the truck and most of them had passed over.

"Shit they probably think I'm dead." I muttered. I pushed the walker's body off me and hacked into it, smearing more guts on my clothes.

"Here it comes again." I groaned doubling over to the empty the contents of my stomach. Need to find a car, so I can catch up to them. My stomach was bleeding out. I tore off a piece of cloth from my jacket and wrapped it around my midsection tightly. That should do for now. I followed the direction of the truck walking well behind where the Walkers were.

The rain clouds cleared and the sun was back harshly against the back of my neck. My hair was covered in sweat and grime and blood. Great. I don't know how long I walked for but I finally reached a street and I could hear a car alarm. Maybe that's them! I saw a red sports car race down the intersection with Walkers following it. The tarmac was being painted with blood behind me.

"What the-"

Oh. My blood. Not good, I should've sucked it up and just stitched it up to begin with. Now I'm alone. Probably the last time I'll get to see Mr. blue eyes.

I hobbled over to an old store and sat inside against the wall. I shrugged off the dirty gut covered sheets and opened my pack. Great my water bottle's empty. My eyes starting drifting shut.

"These idiots have left me to die." I moaned as I felt myself passing out.

A/N: What did you think? Anything is appreciated.