So hey, thanks for reading this. This my first fanfic, so please leave reviews, and if you have any comments that could be helpful, don't hesitate to post them.
This story is set in Season One, about a week or 2 before Episode 2: Starved for Help. It contains an OC and will mostly follow the storyline, with possible deviation later on.
Enjoy!
The fire was slowly going out. Alex could tell by the amount of heat that it was slowly disappearing. He knew that he shouldn't have built the fire; it attracted the biters like flies to a meal, but after the two weeks that he had had, he honestly couldn't find a reason to care. Maybe I should worry more about other people than the biters, he thought, as he leaned back against the nearest tree. After all, it was survivors who made him an orphan, and the lone survivor of his group.
It had just been two weeks since the group, that had allowed 16 year old Alex and his dad, Richard Reed, to join, was killed by another group for food. Alex had managed to escape with his...friend Rachel before being caught by some goddamn, low-life bandits. She didn't make it….
After managing to escape, he been on the run, just trying to put as much distance between him and the living. Then again, he thought as he stared into the dying fire, it's really difficult to travel far when the last meal you had was that frog about six days ago. And it wasn't even big...
Alex could tell that the lack of food was taking its toll. Everything seemed to take more effort to accomplish and he kept having a hard time keeping his mind on track, or on anything at all, for that matter. Alex thought back to when he used to play football and he believed he could do anything, that nothing could stop him; If only that had been true.
Might as well see how much water I have left, he thought, feeling as though this might be a good thought to follow. Alex reached over and grabbed the metal water bottle, the only thing that he had been able to take when he escaped the bandits. He opened it and put to his lips, and felt...a single drop hit his parched throat. Oh yeah, he thought, as he dropped the bottle to the ground, I emptied it yesterday and hadn't managed to find a stream to fill it up again.
The fire went out and he could feel the cold of night overtake him. Either that, or exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration had finally caught up with him as he shivered and collapsed to the hard ground. It would be just his luck if some biter had him for a late night snack. Then again, at least I would be finally with my family and friends again, as he passed out.
The entire night was filled with dreams of final moments, of saying goodbye to loved ones, and hearing the screams of the ones that Alex was unable to help, causing him to have another night of restless sleep.
Lucky me, Alex thought sarcastically as he woke to see the sun shining brightly down on him and no biter munching on his innards. Maybe I should try and find some more water to clean myself up with. At this rate, people will think that I'm a biter. He slowly pulled himself, using a nearby tree for support. This is going to be a lot tougher than I thought, as he took a step and fell to the ground. Alex forced himself back up and could feel his body shaking from lack of food.
"Come on, Alex," he said to himself, "you been in worse situations…..okay, maybe not, but you will probably make it, even though you haven't eaten in days, you're exhausted, you're out of water...and why am I still talking?"
He knew there was a road nearby and began stumbling in the direction that he thought it was. A few times, he almost stumbled across a random biter, but luckily, even in his delirious state, he managed to keep out of sight.
Alex couldn't tell how long he had been walking when he felt his foot catch something, sending him crashing to the ground. He felt his head hit; well, at least he think he did. Everything had started to blur and seem fuzzy since he had left the fire.
Was that a whistle or that the ringing in my ears? Alex looked up to see what he thought was a fortified motel. At least, that's what he thought it was, but it was kinda hard to tell between the fuzziness and black spots that were now appearing in his eyes. He thought he could just make out someone on top of what he thought was a trailer or RV.
"All clear; it just a lone walker. Lee, would you go mind taking care of that thing?"
"Yeah, I got it Lilly."
A walker? If there was a walker, why didn't they come and help me? Oh, they think I'm the biter. Better tell them that I'm alive. Alex opened his mouth to try and shout, but all that came out was a near-inaudible croak. Thats not good.
Alex turned his head to see what appeared to be a gate of dumpsters opening and a man walking through. Great, now he will take care of the biter and come and help me, thought Alex.Or not, as the man began heading toward him. Alex tried to lift himself up, but could no longer find the strengh.
The man came closer, and closer, and with an axe in his hands, Alex got more and more scared. I'd probably piss myself, if I had any piss left in me, Alex thought as the man reached him and began to raise the axe. Alex closed his eyes and waited for the blow.
"Lee!"
Alex opened his eyes and saw a little girl, maybe about seven or eight, come running up behind the man.
The man, Lee, turned back around. "Clementine, what are you doing out here? Your supposed to stay inside the fence."
The little girl, Clementine, replied meekly, "I thought you might need some help."
A seven year old asking to help kill zombies? Maybe this group is more hardcore than I thought, Alex thought as he began trying to move away, but to little success.
Suddenly, Alex heard Clementine scream as he felt something grab his leg. Using the last of his strength and a small boost of adrenaline, he pushed himself off the ground. Between crawling and pulling his body, he managed to move a few feet away before turning around. There, dragging itself toward him, was a biter that looked like it had once pretty girl, but now, looked as if it had seen better days.
Before the biter had time to pull itself closer, Lee swung the axe, imbedding it deep in it's head. As he pulled the weapon out, Clementine walked over to Alex and looked at him. Alex looked back at her, surprised that she hadn't tried to get Lee to take care of him.
"Lee?"
"Yeah Clem?"
"I think this one's alive."
"What?" Lee walked over and looked down at Alex. Alex raised his eyes up and tried to begin to explain himself, but by then, the adrenaline had worn off. As he collapsed to the ground, using whatever he could, Alex managed to say, "Please help me…" before he lost consciousness and fell into swirling darkness.
AN: To any old readers who decided to check this story out again, you may notice some things that are different. While I'm not trying to change too much, I am editing the story to help the plot along, and add a little more detail to it, while also trying to correct and mistakes that I may have missed the first time around. I originally thought about reposting the whole story again, under the title, We Will Survive Redux, but I decided it wasn't worth the effort.
Anyway, this first chapter doesn't have many changes to it, but the following chapters will start to have some changes. I hope that you will enjoy them, and as always, REVIEW!
