Hello!
Here is the prologue of my new series 'Graceful Apocalypse'. Basically, I fell in love with the game 'The Walking Dead' and I thought of making a new character and throw her in there.
This is a little different from the other 'Walking Dead' fan fictions, I will assure you.
I hope you enjoy!
I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD AT ALL... BUT I DO OWN ELEANOR.
Eleanor laid on the bed in the hotel, her hands folded tightly on her stomach as it raised up and down as she breathed calmly.
She narrowed her eye's as she saw her brother, Mark, pace back and forth in the small motel room.
"Relax, Mark." She sighed, closing her eye's.
"Relax? How can I relax? There are a ton of walkers out there, and if we even tried to get out we'd get our face's chewed off." He exclaimed in a hush tone. Sound attracted the walkers, so they tried to stay as quite as they possibly could.
"Calm down, Mark. We've got plenty of food and water. All we have to do is wait it out until the government gets things settled." Eleanor explained, nestling herself on the bed as she placed her headphones over her ears.
"How can you be calm while there's an apocalypse out there?" Mark asked, sitting on the chair just across from the bed.
"Easy. Like this." She said, switching on some soothing music, and breathed out as it calmed her further.
Mark sighed. Eleanor was always very strange. Her taste in style, her music, her aspirations, even her hair wasn't ordinary. It was blue, not just a tint of blue, but actually blue. It was a birth defect she had, a very rare one. The doctor's had said it was impossible. Blue wasn't in mammal genetics, but there she was with blue hair, plain as day. They said it was a miracle, but some other doctors said it might be cancerous. They tested her for the first five years of her life to see why her hair was that color. It turns out it was in the families genes, the only family who has those genes. The doctor's proposed changing her genetics so her hair could be a normal color, but their mother refused. If she was special, they didn't' want to take that away from her. In her teen years she would always dye it black, trying to make it look more normal so the kids wouldn't make fun of her. She hated it, she hated being different. But ever since she joined the police force she was convinced on keeping it blue. No doubt she loved it now. The clothes she wore made it look like she was torn between growing up but keeping her childhood close to her. She always had a pink bow in her hair, and lots of necklaces that were multicolored, making anybody who looked at her get reminded of cotton candy. Mark sometimes thought she wasn't even related to him. He used to tease her as a child, pulling at her blue hair and calling her an alien.
It became a problem when she would introduce herself as one. Mark chuckled as her remembered her old phrase.
'Hello, I am alien, but you can just call me Eleanor.'
A sound from outside sent Marks nerves through the roof. He peeked out the window and saw the car from outside move all on it's own. As it crashed into the wall it revealed three people hiding behind it…
"Eleanor." He whispered harshly. When she didn't respond he nudged her roughly. She frowned deeply and took off her headphones.
"What is it?" She spat, sitting up angrily.
"There's somebody outside." He whispered.
The two of them went to the window quickly, careful to not make noise.
There were two guys and one girl. One guy was Asian and wore a baseball hat. The other guy was wearing a blue shirt and was black, and the girl looked like an American reporter.
"What the hell are they doing?" Eleanor asked in a hush.
"No idea." Mark answered.
They watched as the man in the blue shirt come over the end of the car that had smashed into the wall, and stabbed something into the walkers face. He grabbed the fire axe and went up the stairs to the balcony where that girl was trapped inside…
"Their trying to help her." Eleanor whispered.
The man swung his axe at the walker in front of him, sending the metal right into the girls skull, and then swung again at the second walker, cutting his head clean off.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Mark said, holding his stomach.
Eleanor snorted.
"Don't be dramatic. He's good. Wonder if he can help us out of here." She thought out loud.
"Are you crazy? They'll kill us." Mark said.
The two of them stayed quite as they watch the man cut off the boards on the door to the room with the girl inside, and began to try and kick it open.
When he stopped and backed away the girl opened the door, revealing she had been bitten.
"Oh shit." Eleanor whispered.
"What?" Mark asked.
"Let's see if they are really good guys or not."
"How?"
"Shush, and let me listen." Eleanor hissed, and paid close attention to what they were saying.
"No I won't be fine, my boyfriend was bitten. You die then you come back and kill anything you can find!" The woman yelled at them.
"You have a girlfriend?" The guy in the baseball hat asked solemnly.
"Glenn!" The girl with the gun nudged his arm angrily. Alright, so his name is Glenn.
"I don't want that, it's not Christian! Please, just leave me. Please just go." The woman begged.
"Come with us, we'll find you some help." The man with the fire axe pleaded.
The woman looked to the reporters gun, her eye's calming slightly.
"Oh fuck." Eleanor exclaimed as quietly as she could.
"What? What's she gonna do?" Mark asked.
"If you don't want to see brains being splattered all over the tarmac, I suggest you get down, Mark." She whispered.
"Is she…"
"Yes." She answered Marks's question before he could finish.
"PLEASE! I don't want to be one of them. They're… they're… satanic." The woman begged.
When nobody said anything, she yelled again.
"Give it to me PLEASE!"
"This is crazy!" Glenn said.
"Please. Step back." The woman with the gun said.
"It's just two seconds, one bullet, and I can be with my family, and I'll be fine." The woman rambled on, walking closer and closer to the woman with the gun.
"Miss…" The man with the fire axe said soothingly.
"Back up!" The woman with the gun yelled, sending the other woman flying towards her.
She pushed her against the balcony, fighting to get the gun.
"PLEASE!" She yelled.
Everyone panicked and tried to prey the woman who was bitten of the woman with the gun.
"That balcony's not gonna hold." Mark said.
And just as he was predicting the future, the balcony collapsed, sending them all to the ground.
The gun slid away from the group, and the bitten woman ran to get it.
She backed away from them slowly.
"Whoa, take it easy. We wonna help." The man in blue begged.
"You can't." the woman said, and put the gun to her head.
"Oh god." Mark moaned, stepping back from the window slightly.
"Grab my headphones if you don't want to hear." Eleanor said.
Mark quickly pulled the headphones over his ears, and fumbled with the iPod, trying to find a loud song. Once he did he laid down on the bed like Eleanor was doing before.
"Miss. Just relax now… you've got to think this through… we'll find a doctor, it'll be okay, let's all just…" The man in blue tried to beg.
A look came over the woman's face… a look Eleanor knew well.
"No!" She yelled at the same time as the man in blue, and she covered her mouth quickly, cursing slightly. That was weird... she normally never cared for things like this. She'd seen suicide's plenty of times on the job... why was a feeling of lose and sorrow building up in her?
The woman pulled the trigger, sending the bullet flying into her brain. Blood splattered everywhere, and she fell to the floor like a rag doll. The reporter looked at Eleanor's direction, and she ducked slightly. When the woman looked away she raised her head.
Glenn grabbed the gun from the dead woman, and vomited next to her. Some people just can't handle the stress. Mark would have done the same if he hadn't fled from the scene like he did. But not Eleanor. She had seen a lot of people do this while she was on the force. A deep emptiness borrowed it's way into Eleanor's chest, and she pulled away from the window, putting her back on the bed and curled her legs close to herself. She was confused... why was she feeling this way?
"Shit! Here they come!" The man in blue yelled, and they all ran into their car and drove away as fast as they could. There goes a ride out of here.
Mark put his hand on Eleanor's shoulder, making her jump slightly.
"Everything okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Give me those." She said, pulled the headphones off of Mark's ears, and slipped them onto hers.
Mark sighed and went to the window again. He saw the woman on the ground, a crowd of walkers stumbling towards her. He closed the curtains quickly so he didn't have to see anything else. Eleanor didn't usually react to something like this. She had seen ten times worse, and still came home and made dinner as cheery as ever. Well, if you could call it cheery… it was more of an… endurance. What was different about this girl?
Mark wanted to ask, but he knew she needed time to herself, and went to the second bed in the room. He pulled the sheets over him, setting his glasses on the desk, and tried to sleep off the horrific event.
Hope you enjoyed! I'll be working on writing more, soon.
Constructive Criticism is appreciated, just don't be TOO mean. ;)