*****Disclaimer! I do not own any part or character of the walking dead. Only my own OC. There is mature language. And sexual themes...in later chapters. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!*******
When the world went to shit she was traveling to her home after visiting her mother in Illinois. The train had stopped at a station still a few hundred miles from her stop. The station was shut down and locked tightly with the train blocking and luggage blocking the tunnel entrance and exit. She huffed in annoyance and grabbed her bag from the barricade. The news reports said that after a disease ran through the country, dead were coming back and started to eat other people. So what? She could take care of herself and her love of all things dorky and physical would ensure she was well protected. Pulling metal bracers from her bag, she strapped them to her forearms. One of which holding an emblem from assassins creed. It was her favorite. Giving a testing downward flick of her wrist, the hidden blade shot forward and she grinned before retracting it. Taking a few bills from her wallet, she punched in the code in the vending machine for a few bottles of water and a few packs of snacks and granola bars. Shoving them into her bag, she lifted the strap over her shoulder and climbed onto the train. "Miss, you need to get down! For your own safety, you can't leave the station until it calms down outside." One of the conductors shouted. "Shutup! I'm goin' home. You fuckers can die here for all i care!" She shouted and flipped her middle finger up before pulling her bag down and laying on her stomache to crawl under the space between the wall and train. She was not going to be holed up with a bunch of shitheads in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. She'd rather risk it and die at her own home.
Sunlight hit her eyes and she squinted against the harsh glare and jumped down as soon as her feet cleared the wall. Her bag clanged as it hit the ground. Unzipping it slightly, she pulled a long black cane from her bag and zipped it back. Years ago she had destroyed her knee in a game of basketball and the cane helped for when the pain flaired up. A present from her dad back when he was alive. Best part about her cane besides the teflon covered concrete ball as its grip was the fact that she could unscrew a portion of it half way down to reveal a short sword. For protection. Her dad had been slightly paranoid. For that she was grateful. She had a small obsession about blades. Running her fingers through her hair, she gruffed at the long brown mess, hating that she forgot her pack of hair ties at her moms. Shoving a pair of sunglasses on her face, she began to walk, gripping her cane as her boots kicked away a crushed can in the gravel. She liked to walk so walking the rest of the way home wouldn't be an issue.
It had been 2 weeks since she started and she still hadn't reached her home. The news had been right, to her immence annoyance. Dead folks came back to life and wanted nothing more than to tear the skin and meat from her ass. The first kill had scared the ever loving shit out of her but after that it had gotten easier. They weren't alive anymore. Just bodies running on nerve spasms and instinct. No longer people. Her bracers came in more handy than she had thought and for that she was happy. As she walked the heat had gotten to her, forcing her to strip off her outer shirt and rollup the bottom of her racerback in hopes of a breeze blowing across her heated skin. Her pants had ripped in a few places but she didn't care. Atleast her boots still worked fine and kept her feet protected and dry. Even if they did sweat terribly in the heat. Ahead of her a sign read that a quarry was ahead by a few miles. She coud certainly use some more water and to wash up a bit. Her upper arms were covered in sweat and zombie gore and she stunk to high heaven. A low moan signaled the approach of one of the dead freaks and she twisted her cane, bringing out her sword and holding the unattached bottom in her other hand, swinging both in a brief circle before gripping them tightly. It stumbled through the trees, an arm missing and most of its intestines dragging on the ground behind it. Do zombies Shit? Thats a gross thought. Stomping towards it, she shoved her sword through its eye. It dropped with a thump and she gagged at the slimy remains left on her sword. She wiped it on the zombies clothes and twisted the end of her cane back on. Hauling a water bottle from her bag, she drank the final remains and shoved the empty bottle back into her bag.