I started writing this to fill the void now that the season is over. This story will follow all the seasons of Walking Dead, features both all the characters from the show and some OCs that I inserted into the story. Most of the events will be the same, but some things will change. I don't own anything that I don't own.
There were three of them in the car that travelled down the abandoned road. Frank was in the back, a lanky kid with black hair over his face. In the passenger seat was another boy with an athletic figure and short blonde hair, Eddie. Uri was driving, amber brown eyes locked on the road. Her hair was dyed bright red, her body shaped like an hourglass. They were just kids, but they still knew how to survive.
"You still good to drive?" asked Frank from the back. He cared deeply about Uri and her well-being was his priority.
"I'm fine," she assured.
"We could always find a motel," Eddie joked. For some reason he was never able to take anything seriously. Uri put up with it, but Frank found it annoying.
As they drove through the darkness, Uri couldn't help but take in the emptiness that surrounded them so completely. There used to be cars on this road at all hours of the night, but now it didn't matter what time of day it was. They had no destination, just away from where they'd been.
"What's that?" inquired Eddie, glancing out the window. Uri looked in the same direction and saw a figure sitting on the side of the road, totally alone. At first it seemed like just a corpse, but then one of its hands waved at them as they passed.
"It's just a walker," Uri dismissed.
"That's a person, we have to stop," Eddie pressed, earning stares from both his companions.
"Don't listen to him," said Frank.
"Uri, that wasn't a walker," Eddie stated. This was the first time she'd heard him serious in the entire time she'd known him. Something made her stomp on the brake pedal, even though she did so reluctantly.
They got out of the minivan together, walking around to the trunk where all their supplies were. There was food, water, sleeping bags, and their meager supply of weapons. Both Eddie and Frank grabbed metal baseball bats while Uri picked up her favorite hooked knife. She led as they walked back to where the figure was.
It was another kid, about their age. He was somewhat chubby, with buzzed dark brown hair and tired green eyes. Even as they approached he didn't move, just kept sitting with his back against a tree. The three companions stood just far enough away that he couldn't reach them quickly.
"Who are you?" Uri demanded.
"Matthew." There was no emotion in his answer, like he didn't even care.
"Are you bit?" Matthew shook his head.
"You can search me," he told them. The way he said it made her believe him and she took a step toward him.
"Uri, don't trust this guy," Frank warned.
"Do you have anyone with you?" she asked.
"Just me."
"You have weapons?" He produced a pocket knife from his jeans and showed it to her, then turned out his pockets to prove he had nothing else on him.
"Where are you guys going?" he inquired.
"We don't have a destination," Eddie chimed in from behind.
"Neither do I," replied Matthew. It didn't look like he had a lot, other than the knife she saw nothing but a backpack on his shoulders.
"Can we trust you?" she questioned. She didn't want him to say yes, because that meant he was saying what she wanted to hear.
"I don't know," he answered. She glanced back at Eddie and Frank. Eddie gave her a slight nod, while Frank kept shaking his head.
"You can put your stuff in the trunk," she told him. Frank narrowed his eyes but kept silent, walking ahead of the others back to the minivan. Uri followed after a moment and Eddie remained to stroll with Matthew over to the vehicle. He tried to give an encouraging smile, but either Matthew didn't notice it or he just didn't care. After tossing his backpack in the trunk and tucking the knife back in his pocket he climbed in next to Frank.
Everything was silent for the rest of that night, Uri continuing to drive until the sun began to rise above the horizon. Matthew kept his gaze out the window, ignoring the glare he kept getting from Frank. There was a tense air about the car, everyone having mixed emotions about the new addition.
At six in the morning it was time to switch drivers, so Uri pulled over to the side of the road again. Matthew didn't get out of his seat but he kept glancing behind him as if expecting to be followed. Frank moved wordlessly around to the driver's seat. Before he could get inside, everyone heard the sound of another vehicle approaching. Instinctively they raced back to the trunk, while Matthew reached into his pocket for the knife and ducked down so he couldn't be seen.
There were two vehicles, a long motorcycle and a large white van. The man on the motorcycle looked intimidating, a redneck looking man wearing a tank top. When the van pulled up next to them three other men got out. One had dark skin and a serious nature about him, but some gentleness as well. The second was a wise looking man with dark hair and a scruffy beard. It was the third that caused worry, an athletically built man dressed in a police officer uniform. He was the leader, there was no doubt about that.
"Put your weapons down," he ordered. The three raised guns and the redneck aimed a crossbow at Eddie. This was why Frank didn't like people.
"You'll have to shoot me," Uri stated defiantly.
"That's an option," chimed in the redneck. "What do you think, Shane?"
"They're just kids, Daryl," said the bearded man. "Shane, what if it was Carl?" Eddie could tell that this man had a family of his own.
"Carl is safe at camp, and he'd be smart enough to lower his weapon," the officer responded.
"Morales is right," the dark skinned man argued. "They're just scared. We could bring them back with us."
"Another mouth to feed," Shane stated.
"We know how to kill walkers," said Eddie, trying to play politics. He was scared, mostly because of the crossbow aimed at his head.
"This is wrong," Morales told the others. "We have to show some mercy, it's the right thing to do." Daryl walked over to the minivan and peered inside the window, spotting Matthew.
"They got another one hiding in here," he shouted, opening the door. Matthew tried to resist, but Daryl yanked him out and shoved him up against the minivan.
"Leave him alone," Eddie snapped, another first.
"Put your weapons down," Shane repeated. Eddie was the first to comply, tossing his bat on the ground. Uri carefully set hers down and Frank finally relented as well.
"So what do we do?" asked Daryl.
"We'll bring them back," Shane decided. "If they try anything they're done. T-Dog get their weapons, they get them back when we're at camp." T-Dog walked around and got both the bats and the knife. There was an apologetic look on his face, one that Eddie registered.
"Let the kid go, Daryl," Morales instructed. Daryl stepped away from Matthew and Matthew stood there with a terrified expression. He didn't move until Morales himself came over and put a hand around his shoulder, guiding him over to the van. T-Dog and Eddie also went over to the van, while Shane got into the minivan with Uri and Frank in the back. Daryl got back on his motorcycle and all three vehicles drove off. Things had changed a lot since last night.
Got to meet my major characters. Next chapter will have them getting back to camp and meeting the other important characters from the first season. Let me know what you thought.