Hey, everyone, just to let you all know, this is my first FanFiction, and it certainly won't be my last. I am planning to write this series for a while. Eventually, Nathan will come across Rick Grimes, and the rest of the group at the prison. I don't want to give too much away, so with that said, enjoy!
PROLOGUE: When It All Goes Down
"C'mon, Nate, run faster!" David Payne shouts at his son from the top of the twelve foot tall fence in the night sky, his only source of light being the lit torch in his right hand.
Nathan Payne scrambles after his father from down below, he could hear the noise of the roaming dead close by. Walkers, he thinks as he bolts, they're close by, I can feel it. He is nearly blind by the lack of light, and he runs straight into the tall, massive chain link fence, and he falls on the floor. He can see the torch in his dad's hand. It was his only source of light.
The sound of his father's voice kept him going, and Nathan stood back up, and he began to climb the fence, which wobbled back and forth whenever he moved. He made it about a foot in the air, when a Walker grabs his right ankle.
Nathan lets out a high pitched squeak, which disappointed him because he was a seventeen year old teenage boy, who was supposed to have a deep, low voice, and whenever he screamed, he made it sound low, and intimidating. But this time, he was really scared, and he couldn't help but let out his true scream.
"Nate, buddy, are you alright?" David asks his father through his son's screams for life.
"Da-da-dad!" Nathan bellows, eventually letting the words leave his dry mouth, "help me, one of them has my leg!"
"Hang on!" David shouts back at his only surviving child, "I'm coming, stay with me!"
Nathan listened to his father, which was not unexpected. He kicks the flesh-eating monster off of him; it stumbles back, falls over, and continues to moan. Nathan listened as it hit twigs on the ground, and stands back up.
"Dad!" Nathan shouts upward at his father, angrily, "where the fuck are you?!"
The breath was taken out of Nathan's chest just as his father lands on the ground, his hunting boots landing only a few inches from Nathan's head. The light from the torch became more and more help to him, as he backed up into the fence, his body full of adrenaline, fear, and anger.
David lands on the dirt trail, and the Walker that fell down manages to stand back up, and it lunges at him.
Without thinking, David takes out the machete that is hanging on his belt, grabs the walking corpse by the shoulder, and slams it into a nearby oak tree. He then impales his mini-sword through the Walkers' right eye socket, and its moaning stops. The now lifeless body falls heavily to the floor. David then goes back to his petrified son, and helps him up.
"Climb! Climb! Climb!" David shouts and lifts his son up, and over the fence.
Once Nathan makes it over the fence, David shines his—now small, and pathetic—fire lit torch over by the fence. The light almost makes no difference to his vision. He sees that Nathan is on the other side, limping on his left angle.
David puts his foot up on the fence, when he hears the moaning of the dead behind him.
He whips around, and shines his torch at the noise. In one instant, it was pitch black, the next, it is full of Walkers just as he shines the light over it.
"Holy Shit!" David yells, and drops the torch, making the fire smaller and smaller by the second. This calls for Jurassic measures.
David pulls out the Glock 11mm handgun that he kept inside his coat, and he fires on the crowd of corpses. Loud booms fill the sky, as if they were part of The Hunger Games.
"Dad!" Nathan screams, and runs to the fence. The torch goes out, and all the light that he sees is flashes from the end of his father's gun. Then, all of a sudden, everything goes silent.
Nathan gets closer to the fence, but is pushed back by the force; David is up against the fence, as if he was pushed. Two walkers then come around each of his shoulders, and take a huge chunk out of each of his shoulders. Blood spurs everywhere, and Nathan's heart begins racing.
He has never killed a Walker before, and now, two of them were consuming his father.
"Dad!" He bellows at his injured father, "Dad!" He knew it was no use, he was a goner. Once you're bit, you're gone.
"Nathan!" David answers his son in a weak, injured voice, "run. Run, and do not stop until you see light, okay? Take the gun." David slides the handgun under the fence. Nathan feels around on the ground for it, and he eventually finds it, and he grips it in his sweaty hands. "I want you to live, live your life, okay? Don't make me die for nothing, okay? I love you, Nate."
The tears were pouring down both Nathan's, and David's faces. Those were his father's final words other than screams of pain and agony. A single gunshot goes off, and his screams stop.
"I love you too, Dad." Nathan says after he shoots his father. He knows he cannot hear him, but it felt right to say it otherwise.
Nathan wipes the dried blood and tears from his eyes, turns the opposite way, slips the gun into his pocket, and runs. He hits a couple of trees during the night, but nothing that hasn't happened before. That night was the first night that Nathan Payne had spent alone in his entire life, and it wasn't going to be his last.
He wasn't going to stop until he found other survivors of this shit world.
So what did you think? Keep in mind that this is my first FanFiction, and this is more of an opening, than a chapter, but I thought that I should give Nathan Payne a backstory that will relate to some of the other survivors. This story takes place during the TV series, and in particular, right after episode 4x04 "Indifference." Just a reminder, I am planning to write this series for a while, so please review and favorite, and don't feel afraid to be honest with me, I won't my readers to enjoy my writing, so any feedback, ideas, or anything else is accepted!
I will update as soon as possible!
Thanks Guys!
Andrew David