Life had a funny way of keeping things interesting. One minute, you're in a model family with a mom who is full of herself and insists the good ol' housewife role with a father who makes too much money for doing jack shit. The next, you find out your family isn't all what it seems and you spend the next few years of your life researching just exactly who you are in this world. You then try and meet your other half of the family, find out things you don't want to know but are so in love with the idea that you have a brother that you can't stay away. Then, as naturally as can be, zombies pop up wanting to eat your brains and take it all away from you.<br/><br/>Daelin's life in a nutshell, and the series of events that brought her to be in this Honda Civic with her brother coursed through her brain over and over again. She had been listening to her iPod quietly as she waited for Michael to come back from his little scouting work. One bud hung freely by her neck while the other played<em>Adele</em>softly into her ear. She didn't like her as much when there were other distractions in the world, but now that there was only her brother and survival, her passionate voice and chill sound put her at ease.<br/><br/>When Michael did return, Daelin couldn't think of anything to say to him during the short drive from their perch on the hill to the side of the main road. The fact that she actually had someone who she could call family was still very fresh. The fact that there was no partition, or letters separating the two was that much fresher. For no reason at all, the girl extended out a hand and squeezed Michael's arm while he was driving, as if to see if this was all real. If he asked about it, she wasn't going to say a thing.<br/><br/>Instructed to stay in the car and behave, Daelin watched her brother leave the car with his bat and walk around the little town the found. She tried to remember a sign along the highway or road until she eventually came up with 'Lakeview'. Knowing that the zombies were not known for the subtlety or grace, Daelin closed her eyes and rested completely into the seat, even leaning back some. Her brother turned a corner long ago and was out of sight, so she made a point to turn down her music and really just focus on listening for any signs of trouble.<br/><br/>Whether it was sibling intuition, blind luck, Daelin opened her eyes several minutes later to find Michael flailing off in the distance to signal that everything was okay. She contemplated driving the distance, but judging from what she saw on the drive in, it would take no more than ten, fifteen minutes to get from one side of town to the other. Now-a-days, you had too much time in a day, so walking back after meeting up with her brother wouldn't be that much of a hassle. Turning off her iPod and tossing it onto the seat she was sitting in, the young woman slammed the car door and hiked over to Michael.<br/><br/>To say that what she found was surprising would be an understatement. There were actual people standing around, discussing things amongst one another like they were long lost friends. Well, they were animated as if they were, but as she closed in on the distance between her and them, it was clear that the conversation was about the obvious: surviving.<br/><br/>Not wanting to disrupt the conversation, Daelin stepped up beside Michael and squeezed his hand in her own, letting him know that she was there. The moment was over as soon as it started, with the girl now just quietly observing everyone around. It brought her to think about what they thought seeing her. A mess of long, brown hair that could go for a nice wash and a brush, a plain white tee with skinny jeans and joggers. A disaster would be putting it lightly, but then again, no one was prim and proper anymore.