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Survivor's Instinct

Chapter One: One Day at a Time

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x (OC) Julianna Rhodes

Summary: It had been around two weeks since the end of the world started. Two weeks since the dead had risen and started to eat the remaining humans. Two weeks since a band of strangers came together to camp out in the woods to outlast this thing.

Warnings: Gore, cursing, this is The Walking Dead.

"Always remember to smile and look up at what you got in life." -Marilyn Monroe

Two weeks had passed since Atlanta had been blown to hell. Two weeks since Julianna had seen her brothers, since she talked to her brothers. Ethan and Michael Rhodes. Not knowing what happened to her brothers was taking its toll on her mind. They were as close as siblings got, knew what each other were thinking or feeling, but for triplets, they were all the exact opposite.

Julianna was quiet, a loner. She kept to herself, talking to others when necessary. Her social anxiety contributed to this, always had the crippling fear of large groups or talking to new people. Hell, she can barely manage a normal conversation with someone she doesn't know, she can't maintain eye contact. She was always an introvert.

Ethan on the other hand, he was the extrovert. Always talking, telling jokes, he interacted with everyone. He didn't panic when going into stores, he shook hands, kept eye contact. He even went to parties some weekends.

Then there was Michael, he was the mother hen of the trio, as Julie liked to call him. Always near, hovering. It got on Julianna's ever lasting nerves when he hovered over her shoulder, how he knew when to step in when they were in public and Julianna got overwhelmed. He could always tell when something was wrong. Julianna was jealous of those traits they had, she wanted to do the things her big brothers could do but she just couldn't. The brothers did everything she couldn't do and vice versa.

They knew each other like they knew their own mind.

Julianna is losing her mind not knowing. Not having control. Not having the balance and peace that her brothers brought with them.

Julianna had found them in a school. The county school where she lived, not long after the world had died, Julianna knew that she couldn't stay in her home, she knew that it was a matter of time before a second round of bombing was coming for the perimeter of Atlanta. Another attempt of hope to prevent the continuing spread of the virus. The school was her first thought.

It was an old school, built back in the 70s during the Cold War, it still had the canned goods for the case of shelter in place. There had to be some still in there, Julianna thought, due to the panic of the evacuation it probably got looked over right? School wasn't even in session.

She was correct, there was food stocked up, some non-perrishable food, some juice, and the remains of frozen meat that was obviously broken into and left to spoil. But the part of it being empty was far from what she thought.

It was full of the dead.

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Chapter One: A Surprise Introduction

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x platonic!OC (Myra Leighton)

Summary: A new agent joins the team. She distant, quiet, and a loner. They knew nothing about her, nothing but the order for her transfer was given by the director.

Warning(s): Mentions of rape, blood, Hurricane Katrina, murder, curse words

"No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like."

-Marie Lu

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The elevator was completely silent besides the sound of passing floors, the atmosphere within grew tense, suffocating almost. Erin Strauss, the formidable section chief of the BAU, stood at the forefront, a veil of authority and composure cloaking her features. Her gaze flickered briefly towards the young woman behind her, flanked by armed agents poised for action at the slightest provocation. The woman herself was utterly calm, her eyes focused on the metal doors in front of her and her face expressed nothing. But Erin knew how much she did not want to be here, Erin knew how much she wanted to be at home right now, how much she hated the orders she was given.

There was nothing the woman could do to remove the order given to her, she knew that but the hate was still there.

The elevator jolted forward ever so slightly, signaling to the younger woman that they have arrived at the destination, the metal doors opened and everyone stepped out. Erin was the first, her heels clicked against the smooth flooring, it was somewhat graceful in the woman's opinion. The younger woman followed suit, surrounded by a phalanx of armed agents who remained vigilant, their watchful eyes never straying from her. Her gaze flitted around the corridor, taking in the austere surroundings and the sense of tension that lingered in the air. This was not where she wanted to be, not the place she ever imagined herself in.

The room buzzed with activity as BAU agents scurried around, their movements purposeful and urgent. Papers rustled, files were snatched up, and hushed conversations filled the air. Erin entered the room with a presence that commanded attention. The agents, engrossed in their tasks moments before, all turned to watch her with a mix of respect and curiosity. They recognized the gravity of her presence and knew that something significant was about to unfold. As the woman was escorted further into the room, she couldn't help but notice the penetrating stares fixed on her. Questions hung in the air, unspoken but palpable, as each agent tried to decipher the reason for her unexpected appearance. She could feel the weight of their scrutiny, the sharp focus of their trained minds assessing her every move. Despite the uneasy atmosphere that surrounded her, the woman held her head high, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

It was a rare occurrence for a woman to be escorted by the section chief and armed agents to the unit chief's office. The air crackled with tension as they made their way down the stark corridors of the government building. The woman, whose features were shrouded in mystery, wore a sly smirk that hinted at hidden knowledge and power.

Erin stood before the wooden door, the old grains etched with time, the faint scent of cedar wafting through the air. It was already slightly ajar, but out of habit, she raised her hand and rapped her knuckles against the rough surface. It was a courtesy, a formality that had always perplexed her. If the door was open, why bother knocking? 

She waited in the threshold, the anticipation humming in her veins, her thoughts swirling as she listened for any response. A rumble, a gravelly timbre cut through the silence, a simple "come in". It was a man, that much was evident from the depth of his voice, but there was a roughness to it, a raw edge that hinted at untold stories and hidden depths.

Erin looked back at the room of agents before speaking to the man, "I see Emily is adjusting well."

The man who had been seated at the desk rose to his full height, causing the woman to instinctively size him up. His attire exuded sophistication, the tailored suit hugging his frame in all the right places. Standing at an impressive height of six feet or more, he commanded attention without even trying. His jet-black hair was styled neatly, framing his chiseled features, while his intense gaze, the color of rich mahogany, bore into her own.

As he observed her in return, she could sense him scrutinizing her every move, trying to decipher the enigma that she presented. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent dance of curiosity and apprehension swirling between them. The air crackled with unspoken words, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

With a flicker of intrigue in his eyes, he finally broke the silence, his voice smooth and controlled, "She's doing alright, making friends with the rest."

"All good news then." Erin smiled and folded her hands in font of her before turning to the mob of agent, "You're dismissed agents."

The door was shut behind them, leaving the three alone in the office.

Erin turned to the woman, "This is Myra Leighton. She'll be a good addition to your team, Aaron."

Aaron looked at Myra again, his dark brown eyes widening ever so subtly that only she could detect the flicker of surprise within them.

"An addition?" He looked out the window, his team at their desks working on whatever paper work that needed to be done. "Our team has the necessary agents, especially now with Agent Greenaway's position filled. We have no need for another agent."

"The transfer was already approved, Aaron, she is on this team."

"I understand that, but there are also protocols that you have been ignoring. The transfer with Emily a few months ago and now you are wanting another transfer without my knowledge."

Erin cut him off, "This transfer was a direct order from the Director, Aaron. I had no say and neither do you."