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- I do not own The Walking Dead at all.

- Words at the end of this chapter.

"Read that one, that one, and just finished this one." A young teen was currently inside a library, scanning the tall shelves of books, contemplating what she should read next. She has on a pair of old dark gray jeans and an ocean blue tee. If it wasn't for her shoulder length black locks, her pale complexion would have some people fooled into thinking she was already dead;ghost perhaps? Finally having decided to give up on finding a new book, she drops her body down onto one of the many couches beside the shelf.

The library wasn't big nor was it elegant. It was a dome shaped building with chipping brown paint holding onto the sides. The rugs were however, always soft and clean. Vacuumed and scrubbed is something that happens to all the rectangular/circle mats inside. Seems the librarian, Anna, isn't one for messiness but loves tidying up the mess children leave. Of course she isn't the only person cleaning; Marth, the only custodian that occupies the silent, unsightly "palace", is always by her side. Whether he actually cares enough to stay in this rundown place or even bothers to clean for that matter, is a mystery. Though one could guess it's probably just so he could get young blonde Anna's number.

"Maybe I should just go to the park." With a quiet sigh, she rests her hand on her folded arms. Slowly, she's drifting off to dream land without one care in the world but before everything around her becomes completely engulfed by darkness, there's a spine chilling scream. It wasn't like ones that she heard every so often such as when a rat scurried inside or when a dirty cat managed to bring a live one in its mouth.

The scream of the librarian was louder than ever before. Her head instantly shoots up at the realization that there was something very wrong happening. Leaping to her feet, she runs as fast as her legs could take her to the front desk, nearly tripping over the many scattered dictionaries on the ground. Once she had gotten close enough to see what was wrong, her body completely froze. The young blonde librarian was being torn apart by humans. One of the humans was Marth, the charming, brown haired, cleaner who now has blood dribbling down his chin.

Immediately the girl ran out of the library, leaping over chairs, and barging through the back exit. She began to think about all the stories she had read, where this same...Thing was described. The wind lightly whipping her cheeks and arms as she ran past the screaming children and parents. She barely dodges the bullets being targeted at her.

"I'm alive, why are they shooting at me?!" Her thoughts are running wild with questions, as she voices out the most relevant ones. Blocking out all the screams, blood, and moans, she continues on. Searching for what she believes to be her top priority, a weapon. As her eyes scan every inch of the street, she spots something shining. Hidden between the tall green grass, was something that would work just fine.

"Just a few more steps left." Reaching down to grasp the aluminum bat, she slowly-shakily, brings it back up to hold in front of her. Running past the screaming/moaning horde, she ignores the cries of help, jumping over the fence to escape the mess and guilt as a short cut. "They're dead. All dead. I can't do anything, I can't." Trying to reassure herself and justify her untaken actions, she takes deep breaths and squeezes the fence.

As she's about to let go of the gray rusty fence, having already gained her energy back, something cold runs past her fingers. Immediately prompting her to take a blind swing. Her eyes are clenched shut as she feels something wet splatter onto her face, causing her to land on the floor. Opening her eyes, she could only watch in complete horror as a sick person's fingers bend in an inhuman fashion before twisting and falling onto the ground. Not knowing what else to do, she back crawls as far as she could, scratching the nearly dried black to brown liquid, off her cheeks. The finger that had fallen off, is wiggling, still trying to grab her. She shakily stands back up, dashing across the plain green grass towards her home.

The bloody footsteps on the block pavement causes her to stumble onto her steps. If it wasn't for the nearby window curtains, she would've rolled down onto the ground and risk having a bump. The windows are completely bare now but she couldn't bring herself to look through the shiny glass. Gulping, she cautiously walks up the stairs, the piece of window curtain still in her hand. Scrubbing her face off with the amount of sweat as a makeshift replacement for water, she discards the cloth somewhere on the patio. With a wavering hand she slowly opens the door, afraid of what might meet her eyes. The door creaks eerily slow,even with just a crack of the it open, the disgusting stench is enough to have her struggling to swallow the vomit that had risen up.

Her own dad, the man that she known regrettably for her whole life, was currently munching on her mother who was trying very hard to push him off. Her mom having noticed the new body in the room, reaches her trembling white fingers towards her.

Looking away from the unearthly sight, she bites her lip at the thought of what she was going to do. Walking towards the dining room table, placing the bat on the piece of wood, she picks up her dad's favorite gun. It was heavy, she needs to hold it with both of her shaky hands. At first she fumbles with it, for it was one of the heaviest things she's ever had to hold. Slowly however, she walks towards her parents. Her eyes for her father held no sadness, anger was completely written within her aquamarine eyes.

No.

Only pity.

As she lifts the gun, pointing it at her dad's face, he stops feasting on her mother's right neck and shoulder. He growls at the girl who in-turn was ready for the demise of the still rotting flesh.

Her breathing hitches as she shoots the bullet right between his dead gray eyes. Blood splatters onto the tiled kitchen floor as his back lands with a resounding thud.

Rinella turns towards her mother, knowing what would happen next. That's why she didn't hesitant to position the gun at her forehead.

The mother's light blue eyes widen if only for a second, before her hand falls down to rest on her husband's back. With one last breath, she manages to give her daughter a calm smile. She was unable to talk, the hole in between her neck and shoulder having proved to be too damaged.

"Love you," She whispers. "Mom."

The sound of the gun bouncing off the walls met her ears at an alarming rate. The fear she saw in her eyes was the exact same look she gave her mom before she was dragged into a room. That one wasn't a smile.

There was never supposed to be.

She looks down at her clothes, immediately spotting the black blood littered all over it. The M1873 Old West Cavalry revolver that was held in her right hand was shiny and clean. She switches her shirt for a light orange one and hastily straps her old brown backpack on.

She was ready to go with her still working white running shoes and her pale red sports sweater. Making sure that her locket was inside the pack along with her DS Lite, she lifts up the revolver and attaches it to her belt before fastening it onto her hip. The aluminum bat is clenched tightly in her right hand.

"Now time to look for survivors and avoid getting bitten. These things, I know what they are. The flesh eating, moans, and shots to the head all lead up to one thing .The people I once knew, the people who I had lived with, are now…Dead."

With those words being engulfed by the loud sound of the wind, she starts her trek along the lone empty road, away from her town and into the city with nothing but a revolver, backpack, and an aluminum bat by her side.

[Edit 4/6/14]

I am back. Don't worry, as soon as I'm done cleaning up all these chapters, I will update at least once a week. Don't be mad, I just want to make this story even better.

I apologize for any mistakes and lack of character development. This is a story solely meant for stress relieving purposes. Therefore, I will leave this story for random periods of time and come back at random intervals.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this weird fanfic.

Sorry if it is not to your liking.

I'll try my best!