Okay so I've been working on this story for a while now and thought I'd take a break from my other story Reckless and work on this one. I'll try and update as frequently as possible! I really have a vibe for the story and I have been having huge writers block and this one seems easier to write?
So this is like a The Walking Dead AU. For those who have never seen the show, The Walking Dead is show based on a zombie apocalypse (you should really watch it it's one of my all time favourite shows!) And bare warning that there's blood, gore references and all that stuff since it's a zombie apocalypse, but not that much really. It's a little OCC too.
Disclaimer: I do not own TMI or it's characters!
The Beginning of What Was the End
3 days since Luke died. Since Clary has been alone.
He was bitten when looting for supplies. Clary watched her father grow paler and paler, feel his temperature rise and knew that soon he'll be gone. The hardest part was to try killing Luke herself when he became a walker. She was emotionally distraught and couldn't get herself to do it. She led her father out of the police department and into the streets of Manhattan. Clary quickly ran inside, and locked the doors. She watched her father walk ignorantly around the street from the front window. She tried so hard to keep her cry in but failed. She ran inside and cried for hours. But remembered her father's last words to her; Stay brave. Stay strong. Whatever you do, don't let them win.
Don't let them win.
Don't let them win.
How do you win a war alone? How can you defeat creatures so deadly? One bite and you are a goner. No one is ever safe.
Everything was quiet. The sound of the morning traffic was not to be heard. New York has never been so quiet. Sixteen-year-old Clary Fray laid sound asleep on the suede sofa, as she drifted asleep the night before. She opened her eyes, yawning, stretching her arms. She sat up instantly and went into the kitchen for breakfast. There wasn't much variety other than tinned fruit and rice crackers. She opened up some peaches and took a fork out of the draw and starting eating out of the tin. The fruit was sweet and soft. She walked to the living room curtains and drew them back slightly, only a crack just enough for her to see the streets. Deserted. No one, not even a walker was to be seen.
It was over six months ago when the plague broke out, people died from the contagious disease within under 48 hours. But after they die, whether it's a few minutes or hours they come back alive but everything human, all their memories, personalities, life is gone. Eyes are blood shot, pale. Walking corpses that fed on flesh. Once you get the bite, you're as good as dead. The government fell apart after around 6 weeks after the plague. It was every man for them self to survive.
Nearly everyone evacuated the city, millions upon millions of people died though within such a short period of time, which overwhelmed Clary. Everything happened so fast. Clary had no one. Her father was all she had. Clary thought about suicide but knew it wouldn't be what her father wanted. He wanted Clary to stay strong.
Then she decided on something. It was time to stop hiding and get out of the city like she and her mother originally planned. Clary got up and grabbed backpack, it was big enough to carry her things. She packed a couple t-shirts, shorts and two pairs of jeans.
Clary slipped into some black leather ankle boots and tied them up quickly. She put her untamed long red curls into a pony tail and continued packing.
She quickly went to the table where the bag of weapons lies. She takes a sheath and straps it around her wait, sliding a loaded gun inside. Clary only ever had to use a gun once; never would she ever think she'd had to be reliant on one.
Clary puts on her backpack and rummages through her pantry for some tin food at least to bring with her. All she could find though was a couple cans of pears and peaches. I can just loot the supermarket. Clary thought.
Photos.
Clary quickly dashed into her room and took out the photo of her and Luke that was in the photo frame on her bedside table. She also took off a few photos off her bedroom wall (an old office that they turned into a bedroom); photos of Clary and her best friend Simon, photos of when they were kids, photos of what life were like before the apocalypse. She pulled them all in a leather binder book and places it in her bag, zipping it shut.
Clary walked quietly down the streets of Brooklyn. There's no sign of walkers, which is good since Clary was utterly terrified. Luckily Simon's apartment was only a couple blocks away so the walk won't be too long. Then Clary heard something, a groan. She whipped her head around to see if it was a walker, or something, anything. She holds her hand by the gun, ready to take it out if she needs it. But instead she just carefully walked down the street.
She needed to flee the city. It was getting more and more dangerous by the day and Clary can't afford being trapped in by herds.
Everything was so quiet, only the sound of gushing wind and the faint chirps of birds. Surrounded her were abandoned apartments with their windows either shattered or boarded up. Behind those boarded windows could be anyone; the local baker from around the corner or someone from her old English class.
The air reeked of death and Clary knew that they were near. She adjusted her backpack strap and started to walk faster and faster, gripping the weapons bag tighter. The sun was getting warmer and felt the skin on her shoulders start to burn.
Clary never felt more terrified in her life. She never walked the streets alone because Luke was always with her. But she must be brave, not a coward. You don't survive being a coward.
Behind her was a snapping noise. Clary turned around quickly and saw half a dozen walkers together across the street. Clary quietly shuffled into and alleyway and hit behind a trash can. Coward.
Clary softened her breaths and peaked through to see if the walkers have gone.
The building across from her seemed familiar. The graffiti on the wall, the orange instead of green exit sign, she was at Java Jones which meant-
A trash can was knocked over. Clary jumped and saw a dozen walkers heading into the dead end alleyway. Clary stood up and ran to the end and pulled out her gun. Her hands became shaky and numb. She pulled the trigger. A walker fell down dead. But the rest kept on coming. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and pulled the trigger again.
She missed.
Again she pulled the trigger. She kept shooting until they were all dead. She felt like crying looking at all the dead bodies on the ground. She had to remind herself again and again that they weren't people. The dead must stay dead.
Clary sat against the wall and dropped her gun. This time she really did cry. Crying by the fact that killing felt so good. How when she pulled the trigger she felt no remorse. She felt terrible but they were zombies. They would've killed her anyways. Clary buried her head in her hands and quietly sobbed. Why was she so emotional over killing walkers?
As Clary wasn't looking a walker rose. One that must of been knocked down by another when it was shot. It slowly shuffles its way to Clary, moaning, groaning. Clary hears this and looks up and squeals. She covers her face as the walker comes fast over with his arms stretching in front. But something strikes it in the head, forcing it to fall down lifeless. Clary uncovered her face and saw the arrow sticking out of the corpses skull.
Clary looked around to see where it came from, then she saw him. On top of the three story apartment building stood a tall boy holding his archery bow. Clary instantly recognized him.
"Simon,"
Simon led Clary up his buildings fire escape. It was the only way to enter the building, the front entrance is filled with booby traps so walkers can't wonder inside. Simon opened up a window and they slid inside his apartment. Simon's older sister Rebecca sat on the couch sewing. She looked over and saw the two entering the apartment. "Oh my..." She put down her things and ran over to Clary, embracing her. "Clary," She said into Clary's shoulder. "I thought I'd never see you again,"
Later on that evening, Rebecca prepared dinner. Clary scoffed the baked beans down so quickly it even shocked Simon and his sister. "Wow," Clary looked up at Simon and rolled her eyes. "I literally eat once a day. It's nice to eat something that isn't canned fruit." she told him.
"Well I can see that, you nearly ate the bowl!" Simon pointed out. Rebecca giggled and continued to eat her meal.
Clary sat her spoon down. "How are we gonna get to the farmhouse?" Clary wondered. "We don't own a car or anything,"
"We'll walk," Simon replied.
"That's too dangerous!" Clary protested.
"Well Clary, we have no choice," Simon said sternly. Clary sat back in her chair and folded her arms. "I'm not sure if you've noticed but there's an apocalypse? And we're in one of the most populated cities in the world? Which means more zombies?"
"No I didn't notice at all actually," Clary said sarcastically.
Parts of Clary wanted to believe that having the plague was like a cold. You'll get better soon. You just need time. But of course that wasn't the case at all, she was just scared, terrified and hated to admit it. No matter how much she tried to convince herself she knew she was as good as dead anyway. She couldn't defend herself properly; she barely even knew how to use a gun, no matter what Luke taught her. Even Simon could defend himself; Simon, the dorky bass player who squeals every time he sees a spider.
They decided to head out of the city together to her holiday farmhouse out of state. It was Luke's parents' house before they died, so Luke and Clary made it into a holiday home to go to during to summer rather than selling it off.
Clary spent the night at Simon's, they all agreed to stay in the city one more night so they can prepare for the journey. The three of them discussed to head into the supermarket which is a half an hour walk from where they're to get the supplies they need.
"Simon?" she whispered as she lied beside her best friend in his bed.
"Yeah?"
"We're gonna be okay, aren't we?" Clary asked.
"I can't guarantee, but you're the strongest person I know," Simon admitted.
There was a moment of silence. "I don't wanna die, not this way,"
"You won't die Clary,"
"Simon..."
"Come on I think you should go to sleep."
She nudged him with her elbow and sat her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."
Simon smiled and they both fell asleep in the comfort of one another.
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