Too Far Gone Chapter 1: Gone In A Flash, a walking dead fanfic

Shane x OC - Daryl x OC| Walking Dead | Started : June 25th, 2014 |

(Starts around the beginning of season 2 - Between What Lies Ahead and Bloodletting)

Spoiler: Shane dies, btw.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor have any copyright related to The Walking Dead characters or plot line. The only characters I own are Robyn, the Gareth family and whoever else I may invent along the way. Nor do I own the alternate ending to Shane's death which was actually originally suggest by John Bernthal himself ( /o6QWQNKQxqc )

Author's note: You might be confused by the whole shipping I've planned out but trust me on this. You'll like it. Same plot line continues, yada yada yada. Oh, there may be a chapter or two that will centre around the prologue/pre-apocalyptic stuff just to fill you in. It helps to read, but if it bores you, let me know. This isn't your typical "get to the chase" type of WD story. If I'm presenting an OC, I'll present her/him to you in full detail, none of that short story bullshit in the middle. Maybe there will be a flashback here and there or someone asking how so-and-so met, but besides that, this is the full length story. If there's anything you think I should add, don't hesitate to tell me. Enjoy, loves! Xx Ps: I hate stories that are amazing and don't have sequels, so hopefully, if this story is enjoyed, I'll definitely continue it.

Chapter 1: Gone In A Flash.

Nine months spent with strangers, breaking down their emotional barriers, becoming familiar with one another, falling asleep without the worry of having your throat slit in the middle of the night; all for nothing -gone in a flash.

Around two weeks ago, my group, the eight of us, was attacked by a herd of the undead. They came from all directions, bustling through the purposely noisy cans we had set along the trees, the pointy objects we spent hours carving to ward them off, and even through the watchman.

No one saw it coming. Only the day before had we done a mile long sweep of the forest floor with none of 'them' in sight. We were all back to back, slashing our swords through necks, pistols through heads and what have you. It was the end for all of us, I could tell, and I wasn't a 'glass half empty' kind of person.

Only three of us made it out alive: me, my boyfriend Tyler and this other girl, Natalya, I shared look-out hours with. We managed to gather our supplies and even a few weapons as we greedily ran for the nearest highway, never taking a moment to look back at the massacre of our family.

We travelled on foot for hours on end, each half hour switching bag duty to another person.

I glanced down to my digital watch and sighed, sticking my hand out to Natalya.

"It's my turn. Hand it over."

The bag itself was heavy alone, and with the added weight of the weapons and supplies, being relieved of the duty was heavenly. It all seemed heavenly until Natalya let out a yelp of pain as strap of the bag grazed her forearm through her sleeve, dropping it to the floor.

Tyler, without hesitation, rushed to her side, drowning her in immediate questions. Soon her eyes were puddled with tears, small droplets spilling onto her already pale cheeks. Her voice began to tremble as she pleaded with us not to touch her.

We demanded she remove her sleeve. God knows what could have happened. Maybe she cut herself midway through the attack on a sharp object. But it wasn't a sharp object because there she revealed to us a gash of four inches spreading from her elbow to mid-

forearm.

I retaliated in shock, eyes wider than the wound. She pleaded and begged for answers but Tyler and I walked off a few feet to assess the situation.

"Sh-she's been bit," he said. "Or scratched. I-I dunno. Either way it wasn't recent. Couldn't have been."

Tyler grabbed me and held me to his chest as I shook almost violently against him. Only, it wasn't me shaking, it was him followed by rack of silent sobs.

I couldn't bare to see him in such a way. The only thing I could do was rub his back and whisper in a soothing voice. Of course he wasn't the one I was supposed to be consoling, more like the girl who's body was unknowingly shutting down.

After the sobs ceased, both Ty and I murmured something at the same time, but he gestured for me to speak first.

I nodded, deciding to assess the situation logically. "We should leave her here. Or end it for her. She hasn't got much time before she turns and attacks and I'm not ready for another one of those." My suggestion might as well have been a stab to his heart because he pulled away from the embrace and smirked in utter disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?" Tyler threw his arms up, making wild gestures with his hands as he spoke furiously. "You can't just... you can't just leave her when she's suffering like that. Not when she's defenseless!"

Had he not remembered what occurred only hours before? What we had done to our closest friends? "So what exactly did we do back there, huh? We left them, Ty! We left our family! We-"

"But did you protest? No! I'm not leaving her here. She's just as much family as Melanie was." Without another word, he spun around and took a step closer to Natalya. Right then and there, my heart had shattered into a million different pieces.

Of all people, I had least expected my own boyfriend to make the decision of staying with someone he barely knew. Least of all with someone who would be dead within the hour. In the air hung an uncomfortable silence, one of which was soon disturbed. Natalya hadn't spoken a word since finding out about her condition, all she did was make barely audible sniffles and even that made me want to slap her.

Nonchalantly, he spoke. "Give me a gun, Robbie."

"Excuse me? Tyler, why do you need a gun? C'mo-"

"For fuck's sake, Robyn. Give me a god damn gun." Tyler's voice rose two octaves louder than it needed to be. Thrusting his hand out, he impatiently awaited me to obey and hand him a weapon.

Somehow, I did. Something had taken over me as I slammed the weapons bag onto the hood of a nearby car and dug about the spacey bag. All we had left were four cartridges of bullets, one of which belonged to a rifle we no longer had and half of one that belonged to my gun, two shot guns, my pistol and a mossberg 590.

In exchange for the gun and seven extra bullets, Tyler emptied his and Natalya's supplies into mine, making my cargo a little heavier. He had made up his mind and there was no budging. It was settled; he was staying.

Far away in the distance I could see a few heads bobbing up and down, but none that looked like those of survivors. Their breaths seemed laboured and their feet shuffled heavier than anyone else's. Of course, Walkers. Neither of the pair would be able to defend each other with one gun, but before I could speak, I heard nearby shuffling and turned to quickly inspect with my gun aimed ahead.

They had escaped into a truck and crouched to the floor, slamming the door a little too loudly for their safety. That was it. Just like that, my boyfriend betrayed me and snook off to safety without so much as a goodbye.

AN: Hiya! I'm sorry this is kinda short and sucky but I had to start somewhere. I'm writing the next chapter as we speak while listening to Vol. 1 of TWD soundtrack to get me in the mood, and hopefully it works. Tell me what you think of this chapter and what I should add. Thanks, guys. Xx