Hey guys! I was thinking to myself yesterday that I need to add more to these chapters and put a new chapter! I hope you all like it more after I add more to them! Also I changed Jane's name a bit! Her name is Mary-Jane, but goes by just Jane. I like it more because I have something in store for her when she sees Merle in Season 3!

RATED M (For strong language!)

I hope you all like it! Ill have another one coming out soon!


Chapter 1: Go It Alone

(Theme song of this chapter is 'Go It Alone by Beck')

Life used to be so different then now. Back before the dead started walking around you couldn't cap someone in the back of the head if they were bugging the holy hell out of you. Your ass would have gotten thrown in jail for that, but now since there's barely anyone left in the world you can get away with murder, literally. We've reverted back to our primal instincts; survival is the number one thing right now. Nothing matters now, life has changed and sure not for the better. That asshole down the street that always nearly hit your car every god damn morning? He was eaten by the dead walking to his car to go to work, jerk didn't see it coming. He probably deserved it for all you know. The lady next door who was cheating on her husband with the young sexy twenty-four year old gardener? She's dead too, got ripped to shreds by her now zombie boy-toy. That's what she gets for trying to kiss a dead guy. The loving couple down the road? The sweet old man and woman that waved at you as you drove by every morning? Dead, snatched from each other's as they tried to get away. And all you could do is watch because you couldn't do anything about it but cry. And who am I you ask? I'm Jane, well it Mary- Jane Seers, but I just go by Jane. I hate being called Mary, end of story. I used to get teased to no end when people called me Mary. You know that nursery rhyme? The one about a girl named Mary and her Lamb that followed her around. Yeah that's the rhyme that followed me everywhere I went. And I hated it, It was cute the first few times but then it started becoming an insult…..mainly because of one person. I don't even want to think of him right now. Nothing good ever comes out of thinking about them, ever. Anyway you're all probably wondering what my life was like before the world went to hell in a hand basket? I used to be a school nurse. Yeah, I know not the most exciting job in the world. I had to watch over little kids who cried over the smallest cut and bruise. But damn it, I loved my job. I loved watching over the kids who came to my office, gave me a sense of worth and meaning. To me it was the best job in the world. Now I know what you're thinking, I don't seem like the kind to survive a zombie apocalypse. Well I have so far, raiding empty stores, houses, or where ever would have food. I found I suck at hunting wild animals; I can catch a rabbit or two that's really it. But normally I get a fucking Walker that comes along and eats my rabbit before I could and I'm not eating Walker germ infected meat, not even if I'm fucking starving.

And just because the world doesn't mean I'm going to kill myself like alot of idiots did. Shooting themselves in plain sight, jumping off buildings and a whole bunch of other things. I'm not going to die by letting some ugly fucker sink his rotting teeth into me. Fuck that shit, is what I say. If a Walker is coming at me you best believe I'm going to bash its face in. If I die I'm going out fighting, I'm not going to pussy out. I'm going to last as long as I can in this chaotic world as I can before I die. I'm not scared of dying, if I'm going to go then fine. I'm sure everyone I know is died or a Walker, well maybe not everyone but why should I care about them. Fucking rednecks.

I remember killing my first walker; that was one of the worst days I can remember…. it was one of my kids from the school. Having to put one those firemen's axes into sweet little Summer Harrisons' head scarred me good. She was my little volunteer who helped me out in my office. She was only 10 years old and wanted to be a nurse and help people just like me. Well look how that turned out; most of my kids are dead now thanks to those damn walkers. Everyone of them got torn to pieces infront of me as I tried to help them get away. Nearly everyone from the school got killed, all except a few of us. Well more like 4 teachers and a small handful of kids. I got separated on a run when our camp got attacked by those ugly bastards. Now there's only me, I've been on my own for months since this fucking outbreak. I've been camping on the car piled highway leaving Atlanta City, been here about a week. I've had a handful of walkers cross me during my time here. And I'm bloody sick of them and their fucking rancid smell. I haven't seen any living person for fucking months. Maybe I'm one of the last people on earth? If I am, fine. But I want off this god damn highway! I'm sick of it. I'm tired of running and hiding from them I want to find a safer place then this fucking highway. Sometimes i hope a car passes by and i could tag along. But who would trust anyone these days? I sure as fuck done. So i don't except trust from anyone who doesn't know me, trust isn't something that can be easily given now. If you trust the wrong people you can get yourself raped or killed, but most likely both. Ill be damned if that happens to me.


So heres the first chapter in Jane's POV!

I hope people like it, ive been working on it for a week now and i thing it ready to post! Sorry about not having any Daryl yet! But he's kinda mentioned, cant you tell where? As you can guess it starts in Season 2! Next chapter wont be in Jane's POV, itll be in a normal narrator POV.

I want everyones feedback on this! Ive never wrote a Walking Dead fic before so I hope i do it right! I will ask for help at some points! I'd love it if you'd all help. I'll have polls sometimes to just so i can get a guess of what you all like to see!

But i'd love to say, Thank you for reading!