It all started off as a vacation for Daisy and her mother. They needed to get away, enjoy themselves and soak up the sun. Three days before they were going to return home, the outbreak happened. They both decided to try to catch an early plane back to PA, but there was no entry or exit out of the state. Miami, as well as the rest of Florida were under quarantine. Panicking, they returned to their hotel room and watched the city of Miami turn from tourist party attraction to a cannibalistic madhouse. All from their window. 

The first week was hectic. Moans and grunts of the living dead haunted the streets. The occasional screams of the remaining uninfected echoed down the halls of the hotel. Daisy and her mother, Keri, didn't decide to leave their room and get supplies until they became absolutely desperate. Each armed with a small knife, they left the room in hopes to salvage anything left behind in the streets they could use. Thirty minutes went by before they came in contact with any of the living dead. Trying to protect Daisy, her mother ran towards the walker, stabbing it in the neck with her knife. The move was ineffective. The walker was unharmed and continued to fight Keri, ending it with biting a chunk from her arm. Daisy screamed but quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Grabbing her mothers uninjured arm, they ran for the hotel. 

"Mom, it's gonna be ok. I promise. You just have to stick with me. We can patch that up and you're going to be ok." She sat by her mothers side on the bed. Her mother was drenched in sweat and couldn't help but coughing every minute or so. 

"Daisy." Her mother started. "Honey, I love you but I'm not going to make it. You just have to promise me one thing." She paused, clenching the sheets as she began to go into a coughing fit. "Survive." 

Daisy nodded, watching her mother slowly nod off and go to sleep. She didn't wake up alive. She woke up as one of [i]them[/i]. Daisy bit her lip as tears formed in her eyes and began to race down her cheeks. She had to kill her mother... Put her out of her misery. And she did. Afterwards, Daisy no longer had the will to stay at the hotel. She left with her backpack in search for a new place to camp. In the following weeks, Daisy was with two groups. The first one was overcome by a heard of walkers and the second was split up. Now Daisy is on her own, carefully roaming the streets for a safe place. 
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Daisy cautiously walked down the quiet street, littered with trash and the occasional body of a dead walker. She held her bat in one hand and a Slim Jim in the other, taking a bite and trying to savior the taste. She was starving and it was the first thing she'd had to eat in two days. She'd ran out of canned food and dried fruit and wasn't able to restock on her supply. The sun beat down on her already hot, sweating back. "It's like a million degrees out." She mumbled to herself, stopping when she heard that all to familiar groan. Daisy looked over her shoulder to see a female walker. Her hair was matted like a birds nest and her clothes were torn and tattered. Without another thought, Daisy took off. She wanted to avoid a fight if she could. 

"Shit." Daisy said between clenched teeth. More walkers began to appear from side streets and empty buildings. Daisy now realized she needed to be out of sight and hopefully out of the walkers bizarre mind. She ran down a nearby alley, not even thinking to check and see if it was clear. Luckily for her, it was. She turned another corner and came face to face with a stone wall complete with arrow tips. It didn't look easy to climb and neither did the barbed fence after it. Daisy glanced over her shoulder, only to see the walkers were getting closer. She took a deep breath and quickly removed her backpack, chucking it over the fence. She held her Slim Jim between her teeth. She wasn't letting that go. Next to go over the fence was her bat. She had her gun on her hip if things got desperate. 

One foot at a time, Daisy began to climb. Her first attempt failed and she landed right on her butt. "Dammit, come on!" She yelled in frustration, being careful not to drop her Slim Jim as she reached one arm up and gripped he fence as tight as she could. She struggled to climb, slipping a few times but always regaining her grip. She had to move fast if she didn't want to be dinner for those freaks. They were even closer now and Daisy's heart felt as if it was trying to jump out of her chest. The groans and moans of the walkers grew louder with each step they took. Daisy refused to go out like this. She had to survive. She wanted to keep her promise to her mother. She wanted to live. With all of her might, Daisy pulled herself over the stone wall and maneuvered her way around the arrow tips. Once she was sure she carefully avoided puncturing herself, she jumped down, only to see another fence in her way. She was relieved that she was out of the walkers reach, but she wasn't done yet. 

Before her, she saw an enormous building. She couldn't see the name of it. Just the first title which read 'Spring'. As of right now, anywhere was safer than being on the other side of that stone wall/fence. The only direction for Daisy to go was forward. She picked up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder as she grabbed her bat. Daisy was now preparing herself for her climb over the barbed wired fence.