Fireball Chapter 1, a walking dead fanfic

Zombies.

Animated corpse resurrected back to life by mystical means(such as witchcraft.). The term is often figuratively applied to describe a hypnotized person bereft of consciousness and self-awareness, yet ambulant and able to respond to surrounding stimuli. That was how wikipedia described them. Truth is, not much was written about them, not like vampires or werewolves, but I suppose that was to be expected. The Zombie genre may have been as big but not as researched. If an outbreak really did happen, how would we know what the catalyst was? DNA mutation? Biogenetic research? Drinking milk past the expiration date?

I suppose it's not how it happened, but what you do afterwards. As was the case...at the present time. Oh yah, zombie apocalypse that ravaged the world over. Horror movie gone wrong, so terribly wrong, people. The cause of this? Who knew? It was just there one day, hitting the ground, hard, running and never stopped. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself so...let's rewind.(make rewind sound!)

There are many words to describe me. Funny, sweet, friendly, hyper, loyal and a couple other adjectives. Zombie slaying badass was not apart of my repertoire at the beginning of the year. I went through life, just trying to get by day to day. Paycheck to paycheck. Not knowing what my calling was. Did a little hair school, some vet work, gas station cashiering and a lot of mechanical things. I am my daddy's daughter. Not to mention, like most of America, had more meat then society dictated "healthy".

Fuck society, the whiny bitches. Truth be told, couldn't see myself as thin and frankly, was fine with that. However, as things tended to do when tragedy hits, my weight changed. More like melted off. The world going to hell in a sparkling handbasket made sure of it. Constantly running and fighting, learning to ration what food I came across. Though, I was more thin then I would have liked, ever, but I to had some toned muscle.

Who knew "The Zombie" diet was the perfect thing to shed away the baby fat?

Since everything started, it had been almost four months for me, my weight wasn't the only thing to change. I wasn't the completely soft person she had been before, something had to give with the rapid change. What I lost was a part of my humanity. Not all of it, mind you. I'd still help someone if it was needed, give what supplies I could part with but that don't mean I wouldn't put someone down for trying to hurt me. It's happened before and I didn't bat an eye afterward. This was the new me. The new life of trying to survive in this dog-eat-dog world...well, I suppose it's more undead-eat-living world.

You get the point!

All this also meant I had to learn to correctly use a weapon. A gun I know, but unless I had a silencer, it was to loud. Drew those creepy bastards. Sword, staff, crossbow gun/bow and arrows, knives...they held all the stealth. I'm a bit taken with the sword and knives, myself. Especially throwing knives, or more likely those little metal spikes. I whittle the hell out of some bone, animals so don't worry, to make some spikes. They are smooth to the touch, deadly accurate and just plain deadly. Love them!

Unfortunately, there was no real sources to learn so...world-wide web it was! Utube videos. Just because of the end of the world came, didn't mean all power was cut off. And Internet was godsend at this point. I used it to learn whatever I could or thought useful. Sewing, first aid, satellite printouts for cities I ventured into, even pressure points that could make a man freeze up with a little pinch. Had to be prepared for anything.

I was lucky, in the fact I'd always been quick on my feet. Thinking, comebacks or just plain running. I had to be, especially when I would raid for supplies. Sometimes, I had to go into town if the outskirted stores were bare. It happens. And now, I had a growling stock pile with everything I collected; ie. toilet paper, towels, canned food, vegetables, meat, clothes, medicine, seeds for fruits and vegetables. Everything I could grab, basically.

My start in this all, rather simple really. Have no family, having been brought up in an orphanage, and when I hit 18, got the hell out of that place. I had no real home, I guess, just traveled wherever my feet went and did little odd jobs around town for money. This was the same as before, expect people are trying to eat me now. I had taken up temporarily residence in Arizona, some to small town that didn't have their name on the map...or even a name period. The inhabits called it 'Creek'. One morning, I woke up to see the streets full of the groaning, moaning and hungry creatures. The rest, as they say, was history.

Even though I knew no one in that town, everything I had to do to get out of that community, the people I "killed", it gave me horrible nightmares for the first month. It was only when I sought shelter in a church that it all changed. A nun...freaking nun, tried to eat me. If you can't trust a woman of the cloth, who can you? In a way, she made me realize the importance of surviving now. Biters, what I called them, were not the mothers, children, nurses, husbands…good people they had been before. They were just brainless shells that housed a need to feed. No matter the consequences . After that, killing them was easy. Of course, there was always the mercy killings of someone that had been bitten or scratched, that didn't want a chance of turning and causing havoc. Those deaths were different, harder to overcome. Mercy killings. That's what people called them. Ha! I did it as much for them as for me. I certainly didn't want them going back and trying to go after me.

But, with all that aside, I had no idea I was just waiting for the end to come so I could arm myself and kill me some zombies.

My name is Racherine MacTyre and this...is my story.

FADE INTO DARKNESS AS END OF ME, BY APOCALYPTICA PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND.(Yes, this is the beginning credits!)

Rosaries left under the mattress of the memories who could bear the witness
As you slip into oblivion, use it like a weapon
Am I left to bleed waiting for the moment when you've had your fun
A loaded gun

Take away your broken misery, I can't wait to erase your memory
This love, this love is gonna be the end of me
Everything I gave is wasted, I'm the one who suffocated
This love, this love is gonna be the end of

Can't resist poisoning the message
Just a narcissist trapped inside the wreckage
And the sympathy I had is gone deadened by the ceremony
Drama queen stand behind your empire as your kingdom falls all because

Your rescue, my undo
I'm not the one to save you
I'm empty completely
I'm drowning in your shadow

Can't chase away your ghost, inside it only grows
Nothing left but misery
This will be the end of me
All the shit that you created, all the scars you celebrated
Couldn't take away your pain
Couldn't resurrect your gain
This love will be the end of me, this love will be the end

ok, ok...so, what did everyone think? Good start? Yes? No? Would you continue reading with more chapters posted?

Also, I would like to know who YOU want good, ole' Racherine with!

Daryl

Rick

Shane

Glenn

Hell, even Dale(ok, that one is a joke! No one vote for him.)