(Sorry if bad or too short for your tastes, but I need help at times with it) Walking Dead does Not belong to me. None of it.
Staring out of the backseat of a small cop car, I mumble, "My family prepared for nearly every catastrophe, but who would have imagined this shit hitting?" I stared up to the small window that is closed with random tumbling and screaming noises coming from everywhere it seems. I tap my boots against the floor and watch my fingers bounce as if their playing the piano against my knees, covered in black tights. I jump slightly startled when I hear thudding against the window panes and see the corpses plain claw at the window. I slid in between the seats to try and wait out the corpses incessant calls, every few quiet moments I peer at the front, than the sides, before I pull out of my sleeve a thin, sharp knife and carefully pressed on the window to the front to cut through and slide into the front seat.
I sigh and whisper, "Luckily I remember some wicked cool magic tricks…" Then slowly slid both my arms through, than the rest of my body slowly slipped through into the front, landing with my face close to the pedals and the only actual thing keeping me from hitting the ground is my hands holding me up, especially since my feet are free from the back window. I slowly kneel onto the front seat and look towards the doors to close and lock. "I don't need to be eaten, Corpses are corpses, nothing more." I grab my knife and observe my surroundings carefully although it is surrounded by just cars, I softly mumble "My dad wanted us prepared, but corpses coming to life was not likely… It is sad that all the storing done might go to waste…" I got startled awake by thudding to see some strange people staring at me and moving their mouth as if trying to speak to me. 'Should I carve into the window, ignore them or open the door?' I shook my head and unlock the door and open to hear, "Get out of there! There are Walkers coming!" Then I felt my arm get yanked to the direction the others were going as well. I followed not wanting to be stuck with the supposed 'Walkers' which would be a nightmare, quickly following eagerly only to reach a rather large vehicle that they pulled me into.
There was a kind old man, calling himself Dale and many other people in the area. I just stared at my surroundings, not sure what else to do besides that.
I over hear some speaking of the weapons, which gave me a sneaky idea, I smile innocently, than left to do a magic trick or two, only to hear, "Where the Hell is my weapon?!" Called a feminine voice, than other voices calling out similar questions. I just giggled to myself, and went on my way.
As night came, I saw a woman with hair forming her face, as I approach her, she just looked at me as if she was a water dam nearing its burst, of tears or water. "uh... you okay?" I utter cautiously and keep my distance from touching her, if she is in a volatile mood. I retreated back to the r.v and just collapsed onto the soft ground, mumbling "I haven't been on something soft for a long while, its nice..." drifting to my own thoughts and dreams.
(I am sorry if its bad, my stories need a lot of work)