Fire & Ice

Written By: Caladhiel Alcarin

Chapter 1

Fighting to Survive

It is truly amazing how swiftly things can go from normal to hell. It started when my friends and I graduated from High School. At first I thought the screams were of a playful sort, I was so very wrong. Zombies! Would you believe it!? My friends, Wayne and Anthony escaped with me but we are the last of the thousands.

"We have to keep going."

"Where Wayne? There is nowhere left to go." I said.

"I heard something about a safe spot in Atlanta."

"Georgia? Anthony we are clear up in Ohio."

Wayne smiled. I looked at him suspiciously.

"What did you do?"

We went to his house and there we found three motorcycles. I smiled.

"You have truly outdone yourself this time!" I said.

"Hell yeah!"

"This one is yours Zora."

That was how it all started. My name is Zora Turner. I am almost 19 years old and my friends and are three survivors of the zombie apocalypse. I have long black hair that falls to my waist, dark blue eyes and tan skin. My friends Wayne is insane, in a good way. He is strong, fast and silent when he chooses. We often called him the son of the devil in high school. He is good with a staff, sword, gun and throwing knives. My friend Anthony is the one who can usually keep a level head. He is skilled with a bow, a sword and a staff, as well as guns. I myself prefer to use a bow and sword to anything else.

We tried to get into the city, but the second I looked at it I had a bad feeling.

"This is not a good idea."

"Why?"

I did not even have to answer. Several walkers were walking around and Anthony just nodded.

"I can take them."

"No Wayne!" we both said.

He pouted and I smirked and shook my head. As we walked away we heard a siren.

"Do you hear that?"

I nodded and then I heard someone screaming like a maniac. A red sports car went flying by and my jaw dropped.

"PEOPLE!" I shouted.

We jumped on our bikes and tore after them. There was a whole group of survivors! We pulled up behind the red car. A muscular man in a cop hat was shouting at the kid driving it.

"SHUT IT OFF!"

"I don't know how."

I walked up and popped the hood. I held out my hand for Wayne's sword and I smashed the car with the hilt. It shut off.

"When in doubt, smash it."

Wayne and Anthony laughed.

"Who are you?"

I turned to the cop man.

"My name is Zora Turner. And this is Anthony and Wayne. We came from Ohio after the zombies hit."

"Name is Shane Walsh. This here is Glenn. What are ya'll doing down here?"

"We heard Atlanta was safe. Turns out it wasn't." Anthony said.

Shane nodded. I saw two blond women hug each other. I guessed they were sisters. I smiled at their reunion.

"How'd ya'll get out?" Shane asked.

"New guy. He's a cop, like you. Yo helicopter guy! Come say hello!"

So the man who spoke was definitely Mexican. Another man got out of the pick-up truck. He was thin, pale and he wore a cop outfit. I looked at the other cop man to see if he knew him and the look on his face gave me a bad feeling.

"DAD?! DAD!"

A little boy went running forward and jumped into the other man's arms. I smiled and then I saw the abnormally skinny woman go forward.

At least their family is together again.

I looked back at the other cop. Something in me said he was bad news for that family. I would NOT allow another family to be torn apart.