DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything but my original character and some plot.
SPOLIERS: Mid-Season 3, just after the prison group has rescued merle and daryl from Woodbury.
A/N: I originally did this as a crossover of Walking Dead, Buffy, and The Vampire Diaries but I realized it could be interesting without the crossovers, so here it is a non supernatural version of Alive.
CHAPTER 1
"Remember to stay alert. Don't be afraid to run and live to fight another day," the blonde woman advised. At the time she had brushed off the words the other woman spoke, having heard them a thousand times before.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear you, if things don't look good. Run like hell."
Of course the blonde haired man with them had to put in his own warning.
"She's serious. You damn well better not die while we're gone or else I will hunt down your corpse and kill you myself. We clear,pet?"
I had to work hard not to smile in the face of his threat. We both know it was an empty one. I was like the little sister he never had. I knew he cared in his own way. After the loss of the rest of our group a while back Sarah and I were all he had left.
"Yes James. I promise to look both ways before I cross the street. You two worry too much. I am a trained killer you know. I can handle myself."
Sarah walked up to me, giving me a tight hug which borderline bruised my ribs. After what seemed like forever, she stepped away from me. Her eyes filling with unshed tears. I could understand her fear. After the Zombie Apocalypse swept through and left the world in destruction, we were all we had.
The feel of James's cool hand on my sleeveless shoulder pulled me out of my musing. His blue eyes met my brown ones. Something akin to fear then sadness flickered in them.
"You be safe and don't let anything bite you in the ass. You survive by any means necessary or I will personally beat the hell out of you."
I smiled at that before pulling him into a hug. "Love you too J. Take care of Sarah and try not to get attacked by anymore branches while walking through wooded areas ok?"
A deep rumble erupted out of his chest as he laughed.
"Oh come on, that was one time!"
"Yeah, well hopefully we will find what we're looking for in North Carolina and that won't be an issue anymore," Sarah chimed in. Her laugh mixing in along with ours. Saying one more farewell and declining Sarah's offer one last time to go with them, we got in our respective vehicles and went our separate ways.
That had been a month ago. Packing up the last of my belongings, I looked back at the two story home I grew up in as it went up in a blaze. With a sigh I pulled my long curly brown mane into a ponytail before braiding it. I knew the fire would draw the attention of the biters and the last thing I needed was for one to get a hold of my hair. A whining sound next to me drew my attention away from the still burning house.
"I know Rocky. I'll miss them too," I smiled down at the German Shepard as his big brown eyes looked into mine. He had been the only one alive in the house when I first arrived a week earlier. Someone, most likely my mother, had locked him down in the basement with a large bag of dog food spilled all over the floor. She must have hoped that someone would come for the canine. My mother had loved the dog so much, he was all she had of my dad after he was shot in the line of duty. Rocky had been his patrol dog. Now he was all I had left of my family besides the measly items I packed in my SUV.
Through the sounds of the flames engulfing the house, I could hear them drawing near. When my companion whined again, I moved to open the passenger's door and let him get in. With him safe inside, I moved around the front of the truck and climbed in just as five biters came into view. I could have taken them out easily but now was not the time. My heart was not in it and that could get me killed. Looking back in my rear view mirror one last time at my childhood home, I put the car in drive and pulled away, taking off down the street, leaving a wake of biters as they surrounded the burning house.
I was an assassin. I would cry my tears and then I would go out and do my job.