Once a little girl, hiding up in her tree house,
Now traversing ruins as quiet as a mouse.
Once sacred and helpless, food for any Walker,
Now a trained survivor with her very own hurt-locker.
She's watched so many people die, too many friends.
She's fought with so many people, but could rarely make amends.
The perfect fighter that knows when to flea,
And she wouldn't be this great if it wasn't for Lee.
The man who became her father when hell broke loose,
And fought for her, and cared for her, while taking so much abuse.
She travels at night with ears like a bat,
Who is this girl with her lucky hat?