Walking Dead Story-

Chapter 1-

I sat happily in my store, singing along to the music that played throughout the small parlor, waiting for someone to come in, I was alone in my shop today, but I didn't mind. My shop wasn't very well known but I had a few very loyal customers that practically paid for my food and rent. I glanced at my phone, pausing in my dancing to check the news, I was curious about this weird new epidemic that was sweeping around, the one that gave people a really high fever, so high that they died, I heard a weird rumor from one of my favorite customers, Collin, that the people who died from that disease actually came back, but the government was keeping that real hush hush.

I thought that was complete bullshit.

I glanced out my window, towards the streets of Atlanta and frowned, my music was playing so loud I hadn't heard it but now that I looked, people were running around frantically, screaming and just flipping out in general. I frowned and clicked the music off, their screams hitting my ears.

My eyes widened and I ran forward, opening my door to look for the cause of the commotion was and froze, there was a guy, he looked messed up, skin bluish, eyes sunken in and blood all over his face, attacking an old woman and tearing her throat out, actually chewing.

A squeak of terror escaped my throat and I slammed the door shut, sliding down against the glass, shaking in terror, that guys just ate her, ATE HER! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!

There was a sudden bang on my door followed by moaning and scratching. I squeaked and felt the door trying to be pushed open. I leaped up and sprinted to the other side of the shop, looking back at the front door to see a different dead looking person coming towards me, stumbling but still picking up speed. I screamed and sprinted up the stairs that led to my apartment over the shop, slamming the door shut and locking it with terrified shaking fingers.

This could not be happening. Could Collin have been right? Were the sick people actually coming back?

I scrambled away from the door when I heard banging on the other side and ran into my room, forcing myself to clear my head, looking for any weapon I could find.

I slid to a halt by my bed and dived under it, grasping at a shoebox and pulling it free, shifting my black hair out of my face and shakily opening the lid, staring down at the old pistol my father had given to me to protect myself. I swallowed and checked it over automatically before shoving it in the back of my black jeans and grabbing a bag, as I did I glanced out the window, there were those things everywhere but thankfully none of them had decided to check up the fire escape by my window. I knew I couldn't stay here, I needed to get out of here as quickly as I could, wait for this to all blow over before coming home.

I started packing quickly, shoving all my extra ammo in the bag, one extra change of clothes and as much food and water as I could. I hesitated outside my bedroom before groaning and going in to grab my bow and arrow set and stringing the bow around my shoulders with the strap that came with it, tying the quiver around my waist and picking up a two silver bracelets attached to each other and slipped them around my wrist, they were so small I could only wear them when there were stuck in that odd fashion.

With that all figured out I trotted quietly towards my door and peeked out the little glass seeing hole to see if that creepy thing was still there, to my surprise and elation, it wasn't. I let out a thankful breath and opened the door slowly, looking around fearfully before slipping out the door. I glanced down the hallway and my eyes focused on a glass case hanging on the wall. I made a face of indecision before I trotted over and braced my leather coated elbow before driving it forward, smashing the glass and reaching in carefully, pulling the ax from within before continuing on my way, now feeling better with three weapons.

I jogged through my shop and grabbed more drinks, shoving them in my bag and, on a music obsessed whim, grabbed my iPod and solar charger, before giving my little shop one more sorrowful glance and running outside.

As soon as I stepped outside those things saw me and started towards me. I squeaked and terror and sprinted to my motorcycle, kicking it alive and speeding away, tucking the axe away into my saddle bag and never looking back.

I couldn't believe this was happening, today was going to be great! I had an appointment set up with Collin then I was going to go out to dinner with him, it may've actually been classified as a date, I did like him much more than a customer since he was the first to come into my shop three years ago and he was still showing up. I guess that was all just a fantasy of the past now.

I swerved around another one of those things and got on the highway.

What I saw shocked me, there was already thick traffic backed up to try to get into the city, idiots, they were all going to get killed.

I shook my head and I heard a few people call out to me, telling me to go back but I ignored them, speeding away from that infested rat hole of a city.

I turned on the radio in the hopes I would hear some music to calm me down but every single station I tired gave me the exact same message:

Please remain clam, a state of emergency has been called for the entire country, please proceed to the nearest survivors shelter in…

Then they listed of about ten big cities, one of those being Atlanta, which I knew was a very bad idea, so our entire government was trying to get us killed, good going United States! I finally gave up and turned the radio off, instead I just looked ahead, thinking of the most out of the way place I could so I could stay there. Hmm…

I drove for hours before I realized something awful.

I was in the middle of nowhere, it was dark and I was out of gas, I knew I should've filled it up yesterday!

I don't think my life could get any worse! I let out a scream of frustration, scaring a murder of crows away. I pulled over to the side of the road and unloaded everything in my saddle bags, kicked the damn bike into the ditch and started walking.

Joy.

I am now almost positive the world wants me dead, so I was never the perfect child DOESN'T DESERVE ME A DEATH PENALTY!

I grumbled angrily to myself, all those times a car had honked at me while I was on my bike, trying to tell me to go the other way, now there was no one on the road, not a friggin' soul now that I needed help.

Evidence number three the world wants me dead.

I sighed and shook my head, I hope Collin was alright.

Right! I had a cell phone!

Maybe the world is right, I'm stupid, I think it can do without my idiotic-ness. I chuckled to myself and pulled my phone out of my pocket, starting to dial up Collin's number before I frowned, I didn't have service? I always had service! I would've had to gone to the moon to not get service!

Evidence number four.

I sighed and tucked the phone back into my pocket, continuing to put one foot in front of the other, I was happy I decided to wear my boots today, at least I wasn't in heels, that would be hell.

Finally after what felt like hours of walking two headlights lit up the road. I frowned and blinked, my eyes not used to the harsh light and looked away, shifting the axe from one hand to the other. I squinted up at the blue and white truck, hesitant to wave it down, did those things know how to drive?

Turns out it didn't matter if I was going to wave it down, the truck slowed to a stop in front of me. I frowned, keeping my grip tight on the axe and walked towards the driver's side window.

"You bit?" was the first thing I heard. I blinked and peeked into the window, there were two men, one was a lot larger than the other, he was an ex-military looking man with short cut hair and a cigarette between his teeth, the other man was a little smaller, not by much, and much more attractive than the other, he had messy short brown hair and cold blue eyes, he was the one who talked.

"Bit? No, is that how those things spread?" I asked, looking at the driver. He dipped his head once.

"Where ya headin' pretty lady?" the older one drawled with a lecherous smirk. I raised a shoulder before dropping it,

"Anywhere secluded, rather not die." I responded casually.

"You 'n me can go somewhere private and have lotsa fun, whatda say?" he asked, southern accent heavy.

"I say I'd rather not, I said I wanted to survive not get some nasty man whore disease." The large man glared at me and an amused smirk curled over the driver's lips.

"Now listen here bitch—"

"Sorry, I don't respond to 'bitch'. Now if this is the treatment I'm going to receive I'm going to keep on walking, try not to die, kay?" I patted the roof of the truck and turned, continuing to walk away when the horn honked. I jumped slightly and turned to glare back at the truck, the driver leaned out the window,

"Can't let a girly walk 'way all on 'er own, git in." I frowned,

"Either of you axe murders?" I asked cautiously.

"Yer the one holdin' an axe." I glanced at the axe in my hand,

"Fair enough. Where are you two heading?"

"Lanta, heard it's where to be." I frowned and shook my head,

"I lived in Atlanta, there's a shit load of those things wandering the streets, I wouldn't recommend going there." I advised, walking back to the window.

"Well the survivor's camp may be different." He retorted. I shrugged,

"Guess so." I opened the door and jumped in the back seat, adjusting my weapons so they didn't get crushed.

I glanced to the side of me, there was a cross bow and some guns sitting beside me, they were nice too, but I didn't touch them.

"Since you were so kind to pick up someone walking down the road carrying and axe, mind telling me your names?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.

"I usually don' do thins for free ya no, I'll be 'cpecting sumthin' later." The big one said firmly. I snorted,

"Yah, no, how about I give you a bullet through the foot?" I growled.

"Wouldn't sugges' tha." The other guy grumbled back.

"That's rite lil' brother!" he crowed. I frowned, so they're brothers, can't say I'm surprised.

"Okay, so now I've learned not to shoot the big guy in the foot and you two are brothers, how about some names." I stressed, getting annoyed.

"Name's Merle Dixon, this little pussy's Darylina." I smirked,

"Darylina?" I chuckled

"Daryl." He corrected, "Don listen that that asshole." I smirked,

"Already on it."

"Shut up you sumbitch!" Merle snarled, reaching over to slap his brother. I cleared my throat innocently.

"If you two are brothers, doesn't that make you a son of a bitch too?" Merle spun around to glare at me but I just bat my eyelashes innocently.

"Shuddup you Bitch!" he snarled. I smirked and pantomimed locking my lips and tossing the key away, looking out the window for a while, watching the familiar sights fly by, frowning slightly and getting fidgety.

To calm myself down I arched my back, tugging my gun free and ignoring the fact that both of them watched me for a second, Daryl's eyes only landed on me for a second in the mirror but Merle openly turned around to watch me. I rolled my eyes and relaxed, the gun now in my hands.

"Bitch gotta gun!" I rolled my eyes and started to take it apart with practiced movements, pulling a black rag from my bag and started cleaning all the parts before putting it back together, glaring out the window, we were a lot closer to the town now.

"I don't like this…" I grumbled

"Thought I told you to shut your trap!" Merle snapped, " Don't need no Bitch's opinion." I rolled my eyes,

"I was told not to listen to you." I sung.

"Always do what yer told?" he grumbled back.

"Obviously not."

"Keep talkin' bitch, I'll throw you rite out this damn truck." He threatened. I knew I probably should be scared of this guy but I had a slight problem with that.

"The hell?" Daryl suddenly spoke up and we both turned to look at other man in the car, I had almost forgotten about him.

I leaned forward, looking through the window.

"Oh yah, did I forget to mention everyone thinks it's a good idea to go to Atlanta?" I asked innocently as Daryl rolled to a stop, stuck behind a huge ass RV and next to a jeep.

"BITCH!"

Okay, I have had this story on my computer for…close to a year and a half, I've written close to 70 chapters for it and for some reason I am only now getting around to posting it. As an FYI I will eventually start following the Walking Dead tv show storyline but I drift away at points, so if you don't want that, don't read. Of course you can always give it a shot anyway though…

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