My first time writing a walking dead story, please let me know what you think of the 1st chapter, cheers guys x
The sun was already starting to rise, the glow of the sun was warm but was interrupted by the cool breeze, it felt nice. Birds starting their song, yadda yadda yadda, as beautiful as it is today it doesn't stop what is really happening in this world. The dead walk the earth, no-one believed the story's to start with except crazy and paranoid people...but they soon realized that the story were true.
Guess you could say I'm kinda crazy and paranoid in a sense, I was well prepared for the end of the world well for zombies to walk the earth, plenty of weapons, food, supplies, why was i prepared? Well I had alot of free time on my hands, made it a hobby some may say, why not when you don't have a job. Oh ya forgot to say won a lovely lottery pot a year ago, 10 mil. Not bad i say, sucks i couldn't use the rest of it though, money is used to lighting fire or toilet roll in this new world.
I think I'm more towards the crazy side now, 9 months of no-one to talk to but myself and walkers, can really drive u mad sometimes. I remember, it was about 4 months into me living here, i broke down and went bad shit insane and kinda mutilated 40 walkers, well not really kinda, I was in a bad place and taking my anger out on them gave me a sense of relief, surely made those prisoners on the food court learn their place, don't annoy or mess with me or even come near me and i wont kill them, mutual understanding I like to call it, but there is always one who doesn't listen, in this case a couple of the but they soon learned since there was 6 of them till one got a little bit too friendly and unfortunately met and early end to his pathetic life. Hmm...that was an interesting day.
Maybe I should be writing this all down, like a new world gospel, but who's going to read it? hmm maybe I could teach a walker to read, man that would be funny to do "Now mister corpse this word is "flesh" walker try to bite my hand off, bitch slap. hehe nah stupid idea possibly crazy idea.
I can hear them again, voices, I wonder, I wonder.
Looks like they cleared the yard, how nice of them, lets see, 10 of them with a kid and wait, really a pregnant women, how idiotic, wow my new word for the day, idiotic. Hmm they haven't noticed me yet or am I imagining things again, like that time i thought a clown was trying to strangle my in my sleep, so many restless night till i relized i have an over active imagination.
Sitting Indian style high on the roof of a guard tower closest to the prison sat a young women, round about 26 years of age now, long dirty auburn hair, closer to red some may say, reaching her mid back. Wearing a black tank top showing of some of her many tattoos, dirty dark blue jeans and black biker boots. Hunting rifle strapped to her back and a machete resting on her lap. She watched closely at the new intruders in the yard taking care of all the walkers there.
Hm they can have the prison, as long as they leave my guard tower along, this is my home not theirs and if they try to take my home from me then i guess the days will get very interesting.
A dark smirk worked its way on her slender face as she watches the group gather around their newly lit fire, reminds her of her time spend in the woods, good old times. Lifting the machete from her lap she decided it was time for a nap and see what tomorrow would bring. Jumping down through the hole in the roof of the guard town she place her weapons on the table in front of the windows of the tower and made her way over to her mattress that she got from C-block in the prison and drifted into a light sleep.
Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.
