Pan) So, my fiancee is super addicted to TWD now and I've picked up watching a few episodes with him. Then I found it would be fun to write a fic for it, since not many fandoms can make Zombies work, plus who don't like Zombies?

Pan) So this story will contain a lot of death (Duh), swearing, alcohol, and whatever else I can think will make this story good and it'll get pretty dark in some chapters. Also this story won't really follow the main plot of the show, and some characters may or may not die when they are supposed to either before, after, or maybe not at all depending on where I decide to take this.

Pan) Well I rambled enough. I do not own TWD only My OC's.

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A year ago the world went to complete shit, cell phone service, television broadcasts and the internet all went out within two hours of one another. Panic broke out people in the streets some screaming about the rapture 'The End Of Days' others crying in the streets wanting to know what was happening. Then the dead starting eating the living, it was a total shit-storm get bit and you turned into one get clawed good enough and you turned into one. People started to gun one another down in the streets most anything could trigger a violent reaction: get smacked by one of the dead with no marks or damage and get a bullet in your head. Make too much noise and someone thinks you're going to draw the undeads attention, get a cold and cough too much or if someone just didn't like you. The first two months was all about avoiding everything living and dead keeping you and yours alive, adapt or die, kill or be killed, games of cat-and-mouse it seemed. Large cities became uninhabitable, the large populations making the epidemic spread like wildfire some cities were wiped out by small fractions of the Military that still existed.

Small towns built walls around their homes and gunned down any who tried to find refuge within the hastily constructed safe havens. Some found refuge with small groups of like-minded people to build some kind of life within an abandoned town or trailer park. Sadly even some of those 'Safe havens' fell either to other groups of people doing raids to steal what was within the walls be it food, ammo, men to build their own ranks or women for other sometimes unpleasant things. Or to large groups of the undead that would roll through and bulldoze the walls down crawling over one another once the walls fell to get to its next meal. The world wasn't for the weak any longer only the strong would survive or so it was thought. We thought we were strong. Our little trailer park built home with its sheet metal walls held up with re-barb and oak four by fours and large tires and other things to build a sufficient wall around the small section of trailer park we picked as ours. With our guards watching out for threats of both the living and the dead the small chicken coup, our little goats and a decent vegetable garden we fooled ourselves into believing we were safe, and we were for the four months I was there then 'Happy Hovel' fell.

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"Marcy how have you been?" I asked looking at the blond holding the tiny baby in her arms and smiling at her daughter.

"I'm good, so is Molly." She sighed as she admired the two day old in her arms then looked up at me. "Who do you need to see?"

"Both of you." I told her setting my medical bag down and opening it and pulling out a few things.

"I'll check Molly first." Marcy nodded and handed me the tiny bundle taking the sleeping baby I checked her breathing, her temperature and listened to her lungs and heart beat then did a small physical. "Everything checks out she's as healthy as can be, now I need to check your stitches make sure they haven't gotten infected." I told her handing Molly off to Marcy's husband Terry.

"This is so embarrassing." Marcy sighed sliding down the bed and I smiled at her.

"I've seen everything you have to show yesterday while you were in the middle of labor."

"I was in excruciating pain pushing a baby out of me with no epidural modesty was the last thing on my mind." She muttered as I laughed and observed her stitches.

"Your stitches are fine have you had any abdominal pain any dizzy or fainting spells when you stand or sit up?" She shook her head and I took her vitals and packed everything away. "Well you and Molly are perfectly healthy your stitches should dissolve within two weeks I'll come by in a few days to check them again."

"Thank you Emily." Terry said as he sat on the bed next to Marcy and handed her Molly.

"It's what I do."

"Would you like to come over for dinner as a thank you for helping bring my sweet baby girl into the world and keeping Marcy here with us as well." Terry asked looking at me as I picked up my bag.

"Thank you but no I have guard duty with Paul later tonight maybe some other time." I said as I opened the door to their trailer.

"Of course." Marcy said a sad smile on her lips knowing they would never get me to come over for dinner.

"See you around." I said shutting the door before they could speak and started down the small walk way leading to the small strip of road.

The sudden nudge of a wet nose against my hand alerted me to the fact Boo my dog was following me. We walked through 'Happy Hovel' and a few people stopped to pet Boo or try and engage me in conversation I smiled and kept on my way. As I pushed open the door to my trailer Boo ran in and dropped onto her bed a pile of old blankets I found in another trailer. Setting my bag down I dropped into a chair and sighed and looked around my trailer it held the bare essentials a bed sat in the corner a table and chair sat in the center of the room and the rest was medical equipment and medication. I had a medium sized ruck sack by the door packed with clothing, rope, a canteen, a modified hammock, a sleeping bag, various canned and dried foods, two bowls, a small cast iron skillet, my dead cell phone and phone charger, a dog harness, a pair of hiking boots and a plethora of medications and medical supplies. It was my 'bail out' bag for when things went to shit and I had to split quickly standing I went to my bed and flopped down thinking of taking a nap until it was my time for guard duty.

I got roughly two hours of sleep when banging on my door and shouting woke me.

"Emmie, Emmie wake up Alex was shot!" I jerked fully awake and tripped my way to my door yanking it open to see Marcus standing with a bleeding Alex leaning on him.

"What happened?" I demanded as I ushered them in and Alex sat at my dining room table.

"We were out scavenging and we were ambushed by a group of guys they shot Alex in the shoulder and," Marcus paused I looked up from Alex's gunshot wound to see his face twist in sadness and I knew it was something bad since Marcus never showed much emotion. He once told me that being six foot and one hundred thirty pounds he couldn't show too many emotions then laughed and said he would loose his 'Man card'. "They killed Jason."

I had met him before sweet kid, just turned eighteen and was happy to be able to finally go out and help 'Happy Hovel' get things we would need. Now he was dead.

"Jason was a sweet boy, did they follow you back?" I asked as I grabbed a pair of needle nose pliers from a jar full of alcohol and gripped Alex's uninjured shoulder.

"I'm not sure just grabbed Alex and we ran came straight back." Marcus said his voice shaking.

"Help me hold him." I looked Alex in his eyes and gave a sad smile. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch." I said as I slid the tip of the pliers into the gunshot wound Alex screamed and tried to twist away but Marcus held him still as I fished the bullet out. "Got it." I tugged the bullet out and Alex's screams died to a whimper, dropping the bullet and pliers I grabbed some alcohol and a stitches kit. I was cleaning the wound when gunfire rang out.

"What the hell is that?" Alex asked his voice shaky.

"I have no idea I'll go check it out." Marcus walked towards the door as I began stitching Alex's wound shut. "Shit we have a breach, I'm gonna go help!" Marcus shouted and ran out the door as more gun fire and some screams rang out.

"Hurry Emily I want to help." I looked the the blond sitting in the chair.

"You just got shot what you need to do is to stay out of it."

"I need to protect my home and my family." He growled I tugged on the last stitch harder than needed as he finished speaking.

"You're an idiot."

"I'm going, Emily." He growled as I watched him walk out my door I sighed grabbed my nine millimeter and strapped its holster to my left thigh and walked out the door Boo on my heels.

I walked into what looked like the beginnings of a war zone people running around screaming or shooting at the raiders others dying. I moved quickly down the street keeping my gun gripped tightly and Boo at my side growling lowly as I went I checked the people laying on the ground for signs of life. As I moved closer to the main gate I saw Marcus laying on the ground jogging over I crouched next to him and saw the gun shot wound in his stomach reaching out to check it he gripped my hand.

"No, I- I ain't g-gonna make it run E-Emmie," He sucked in a ragged breath and went on. "They're looking fo-for women."

"I can't just leave you here." I argued.

"Emmie you know... as well as me, I a-aint gonna make it." His grip on my hand tightened and he smiled. "Take A-Alex and go." His head lolled to the side.

"Marcus?" His fingers slipped from my hand. "Fuck, Marcus."

"Well lookie here." I jumped up, turning my gun aimed at the mans face he smiled. "Well ain't you scrappy, why don't you put the gun down sweetheart before you get hurt."

"You'll be the one getting hurt, you broke into my town killed Marcus." My grip on the gun tightened my finger sliding over the trigger.

"I think I'll keep you I like that mouth of yours, can put it to good use."

"Fuck off." I snarled and pulled the trigger the man hit the ground a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.

I stepped over the man and ran back to my trailer grabbing my 'Bail out' bag I shouldered it and grabbed my rifle slinging it over my shoulder shoved more ammo into the pockets of my cargo pants and my machete and it's sheath strapping it around my waist across my lower back. I was back out my door in less than three minutes and looking for Alex as I moved cautiously down the street sliding between trailers and ducking when I saw a raider. I made my way towards the back of 'Happy Hovel' where we built an escape door hidden behind a few tractor tires it was a small door you would have to crawl through to get out but it wasn't noticeable unless you knew of its existence. As I neared the escape door I heard shouting it was female and the loud shrill cry of a baby ripped through the air followed by the popping of a small hand gun then a scream. Turning the corner I saw Marcy sitting on the ground hunched over, two male raiders standing one holding out his gun and the other looking at him in shock. I heard Marcy's high pitched wails and my body turned cold as I failed to hear the cries of Molly in turn, slowly I moved forward giving Boo a silent command with a flick of my hand as she ran off disappearing as she did the one with the gun looked up.

"Well looks like we have another lovely lady and this ones packing heat, sexy." The other man broke his gazed from his comrade and looked at me his blue eyes wide with what seemed to be shock. "Why don't you put down your weapons little lady, don't want you getting hurt." The man lifted the small hand gun and pointed it at me.

"That's not gonna happen." I said lifting my nine and aiming at the mans head.

"I don't want to have to kill you, Boss said to bring back all the women we've already had to put down two that didn't comply." My blood boiled at the thought of him killing two of the women in 'Happy Hovel' for not wanting to be captured and taken off to God knows where. "So be a good little woman and put the piece down before you get hurt."

"Maybe you should take your own advice." At this point Marcy had slowly looked over her shoulder and I got a clear look at her face. Her eyes were wide and blood shot and full of dispare face pale and tear stained but worst of all was it was speckled in blood.

My grip tighten on my gun as she tried to form words. "Em-Emily... he...he...M-Mol-" He words broke off into another gut wrenching sob as she lifted blood covered hands to her face.

"What the fuck did you do!" I screeched a white knuckled grip on my gun as I glared at the man, who smiled at me.

"Babies are so loud it would draw Growlers plus they are unnecessary just another mouth to feed another distraction, so I took care of it." His smile turned to a smirk and Marcy let out a louder sob.

"You sick son-of-a-bitch." I let out a short sharp whistle and Boo came charging out from behind one of the trailers barking loudly as she bolted towards the scrawny male who fumbled to grab his gun from its holster. He was too late and Boo sank her teeth into his forearm knocking him to the ground with a snarl and a shake of her head the man cried out trying to dislodge the dog. At the same time the one holding his gun on me turned to shoot Boo I fired off a round hitting his gun arm then another and his gun hit the ground as he gripped his injured arm. I stalked forwards kicking his gun off to the side then shot him in the knee, he dropped to the ground where I shoved the barrel of my gun into his forehead.

"Why did you do it? Why did you kill the baby?" I snarled shoving the barrel harder against his head.

"I told you, stupid bitch little fuckers draw too much attention didn't need it, just another mouth to feed, less productive bitches if they have those little leaches hanging off their tits." My breathing was coming out in ragged pants as my anger rose. "Oh did I hit a nerve bitch you have a little snot nosed shit running around here, maybe one of the others got it and shot the bas-" His words were cut off as I pulled the trigger and his body hit the ground then I emptied the clip into his head when it clicked I looked to the one Boo still held down.

"Pl-please... they... they ma-made me, I did-didn't want to." He tried to move and Boo growled and shook her head once he stopped with a yelp. I slowly took the clip out and replaced it with one from my pocket then trained the gun on him. "Oh god, please no don't." He cried.

"Is that what Marcy asked you when you two shot her baby, shot Molly! Gunned down a two day old new born, an innocents in this shit hole world and you took that away. Why should I spare you, you did nothing, stood by and watched you're just as bad as he was!" I snapped glaring at the scrawny man as he shook with fear. "Boo release." Boo let go of him and moved to my side her eyes still focused on what could still be her pray. "Molly was innocent in all of this and you stood by and did nothing what's to say you won't just go back and do it to another camp to another mother."

"I won't I swear it, I won't please don't." He sobbed, my eyes cut over to Marcy still huddled over Molly then back to the man cradling his arm.

"I can't take that chance." I lifted my gun.

"Nonononono, Please no, god pl-" The sound of a gun shot ringing out cut off his pleas his body hit the ground and I tuned back to Marcy.

"Marcy, Marcy where's Terry?" I walked over to her keeping my eyes on only her I couldn't see Molly, didn't want to see. Marcy didn't answer she had crawled a few feet away from Molly's body and was holding something, I reached out touching her shoulder she twisted round screeching.

"Don't touch me!" Her hand swung out and I saw the gun I kicked away was gripped in her trembling hand she quickly crawled back to Molly's still body.

"Marcy where's Terry?" I asked slowly following her, she didn't answer. "Let me have the gun Marcy."

"My baby, pretty, sweet, innocent baby, mommy's got you." She whispered softly as she lifted Molly onto her lap.

I bit my lip. "Marcy, let me have the gun before you hurt yourself."

"Terry's gone told me... run, get away... I'll catch up, he won't, he won't!" She gripped her hair with her gun free hand. "All gone, all alone. Terry my Molly... All gone."

"Marcy." I tried again to take the gun stepping forward she pointed it at me her eyes wild.

"There gone!" She shouted then her voice fell to barely a whisper. "It's all gone nothing left no place is safe, stupid. We were stupid, end it all." She lifted the gun under her chin and before I could stop her pulled the trigger she slumped forwards over Molly.

"Marcy." I whispered sadly and looked around 'Happy Hovel' trailers were on fire and people were still running around gun fire still sounded mixed with screams. I couldn't save them Alex was most likely dead I had to watch out for myself I picked up the gun Marcy used slid mine back into its holster and made my way to the escape door. With a lot of pushing and straining I got the tires moved and opened the gate, lifting the gun I stepped out and into the unused section of trailer park and made my way though the maze of desolate houses. Taking out the stray Shuffler avoiding who and what I could and killing what I couldn't, I didn't run into any more raiders on my way through the unused trailer park section. Hitting the trees I ran Boo close on my heels for at least a mile to put distance between us and 'Happy Hovel'. Finally I stopped and looked for a good tree, finding one I pulled Boos harness out of my pack and hooked her up tying the rope to the harness I held the other end and looked for the best way to climb the tree. Finding it I slowly made my way up to some thick branches that would hold my makeshift hammock setting it up I slowly pulled Boo up to me with the rope and harness. My rucksack sat in the cradle of the tree and Boo curled up with me in the hammock I scratched her ear as I listened to the sounds around me.

"We need to stay on our own Boo baby, no more groups it's easier that way no attachments, no heartache." I continued to scratch her ear until sleep took over.

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Pan) So how was it? Please let me know, I enjoy feed back.