I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD. I ONLY OWN MY OC KATHERINE.
Hi there, here is my new story. Alone In This Cruel World.
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PLEASE NOTE: This story was originally published in early 2015 but was removed for editing in July 2017. It is now being posted again, and new revised chapters will start coming up over the next few months.
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Chapter One: Running
I had been running. I don't know how long for, but I was running as fast as my feet would let me.
Oh, my feet, they were so sore, I just wanted to rest, I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I wanted my mum and dad and my horrible brother. Stupid school trip, why did I have to go? Yeah, I wanted to, all my friends were going but I knew it was a bad idea, especially since my mother was getting sick again at the time. How could I leave her and the rest of my family for some stupid school trip?
I'm so selfish.
I hope they were safe, and I hope Sydney is not like USA because it's all over here; there is nothing left of normal civilisation. The cities have been destroyed, the dead are walking, and humans have turned on each other. If only I was at home, in my room, playing my guitar, singing to my music, and drawing. Oh, how I missed my old life. I was not made for this world. I spent my days going to school, listening to music, thinking about boys, eating chocolate and cake, going to parties and sneaking alcohol with my friends, sleepovers with my girls, I love my piano, guitar, singing, art, reading; gosh, how I love to read, and write too. I miss my family too! We were wealthy and well taken care of, I went to a great school, church on Sundays. Yes, I like to drink and party, but I was a good girl, and my parents were proud of me, I know they were. I love my sports; running, gymnastics, dancing, choir… I don't think choir club counts as a sport though.
Not that any of it mattered anymore. The world was over and I'm pretty sure I will never be able to see my family again. How the hell was I going to get back home now!
I came to America for a Year Eleven school trip, with nineteen other students and two teachers. Three of those students were my best friends; Samantha, Rachel and Jessie, we were all born within weeks of each other. But we were friends before that; our mothers were in the same yoga class throughout their pregnancy. So, it was kind of like our destiny that we would be best friends. At least that was until the bombs come down on Atlanta and we got separated.
We were in America for a science trip, we were going to be visiting the CDC, but when we arrived plans had changed. With all the sick people around, we had to stay indoors, so we were stuck inside our hotel rooms until it was okay. Everything was supposed to be okay. The teachers considered getting us to the airport and going home, but the international airports were closed for now, they said they would be opening up soon. It was just a precaution they told us. I called my family, my mother was worried, hysterical actually.
My father told me that the same thing was happening back home, people getting sick and biting others. He said it wasn't safe anywhere right now, but he was sure it would blow over soon. He said he was looking forward to my coming home, we would have a big welcome home party, with champagne and everything. And my 16th birthday was coming up in 3 weeks, and they were planning a big party. This made me so sad and bought tears to my eyes.
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FLASHBACK:
I couldn't help but crying then, and he told me "Be strong Baby Doll, you will be home soon, safe in our arms. Be tough for me darling girl, don't cry, please don't cry" and I heard him crying on the other end of the phone, and I realised then in that moment that I was most likely never going to see them again. Airports are closed and if home is like it is here and only getting worse, then I am not getting home and not going to see my family. "Dad, I love you. I need you. I can't survive without you. Please help me, please come and get me".
He cried louder, and I knew that what he told me about coming home was for my comfort. "I'm sorry darling girl, I'm so sorry please forgive me. I need you to forgive me."
I tried to choke back my tears "Daddy I love you and I forgive you. But I can't go on…"
He interrupted me then, "Oh baby doll, you will see me again, you will see all of us again. Maybe not soon but you will come home to us. But for now, I need you to be strong, you need to survive, you need to fight. Don't be afraid anymore, you can't be afraid anymore. Don't cry anymore, no more tears baby doll. No more tears ever again please."
I took a deep breath. "No more tears, never again, Dad." It was silent for a moment and then I heard screaming, it was mum. "Dad! Dad! What is going on? Is that mum?" I asked him. And I could hear Jeremy, my brother in the background, "Dad, Mum got bit, she is bleeding," he said.
Oh no.
"Katherine, my darling Katherine, listen to me, I don't have much time. Don't get bit, scratched or harmed by the sick people. If you do it will all be over. I will see you again. Be strong, I am proud of you and remember everything I taught you. Keep you cross close to your heart and pray for protection. Don't cry anymore. Goodbye baby doll, I love you." And then the line went dead.
My dad was gone, and I was never going to see my family, speak to them, yell at them, laugh with them, or spend time with them. Nothing, anymore, everything gone. I held my phone in my hands, slid down against the wall of the bathroom in the hotel room, tears falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I don't know how long I sat there thinking about everything that just happened. My dad's words playing over and over in my head; don't get bit, don't get scratched, stay away from them, fight, survive, be strong, be tough" the words were playing over and over again and the lastly. "Don't cry, no more crying." I took a deep breath, dried my eyes. Stood up, putting my phone in my pocket, took another deep breath before opening the door of the bathroom. I walked out to find the room empty. What the hell!
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I snapped out of my day dream. Remembering all that nearly brings me to tears. I had to focus, I had to escape, I needed to get out. I know I wasn't getting home but I had to get away from this hospital. And I was doing that the only way I knew how, RUN. And I was going to keep running till I was free.
I have been stuck inside Grady memorial since the bombs come down on Atlanta, but the only reason why I was stuck there was because I got caught while trying to escape the city. I didn't run fast enough then, but I sure as hell was going to run now. I thought they were trying to help me, they were wearing police uniforms. Well I suppose they thought they were helping me, and they were at first, but after a week, I asked them to let me go and they refused, they kept saying it wasn't safe. And I knew it wasn't safe, they were right about that. But I was a prisoner there, I didn't realise that at first but after a month it was clear. And I spent my days after that trying to escape but nothing working.
I remember when they found me, I was getting more and more separated from the school group, I had my duffle bag with my clothes and personal belongings in it. It wasn't too heavy, but it was slowing my running a great deal. I was holding hands with Samantha, making our way as fast as possible towards the edge of the city when one of the dead people came out separating Samantha from me. They grabbed her, ripped her right out of my grasp, I looked back to her screaming, blood everywhere, reaching out for me, screaming for me to help her, saying, "Kenna, help me," over and over again as they tore her apart. But I didn't stop, I left her. I shuddered at the thought how I could be so cruel and selfish to leave her scares me. I should have helped, done more to protect her.
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But that was so long ago now, over a year. I was at Grady Memorial Hospital for 450 days, and it has been 55 days since I escaped. 55 days on my own, it was tough at first, but I adjusted. Once I got out of Atlanta I felt like a heavy veil had been lifted off my shoulders, but it was scary. At first it was real tough because I didn't know the first thing about surviving in this new world, but I very quickly adjusted. One talent I was blessed with was my sly and sneakiness, and it proved useful especially since those dead pricks had such good hearing. Huh, go figure. I quickly learnt how to use a weapon, whether it be a gun or a knife, I taught myself and I learnt very fast. My weapon of choice though was my machete, guns were way too noisy; they attracted all kinds of unwanted attention, whether it be the dead or humans. And with humanity greatly diminished it was survival of the fittest, humans were just as bad as the dead pricks if not worse, but I didn't realise how bad humans were until I encountered a group that resides just off the tracks in Georgia.
I was cruising through a town in Georgia gathering supplies when I came across them, well I didn't exactly come across them they found me and took me with them. I didn't want to go willingly but I didn't have a choice. They must have been expecting me because I didn't stand a chance against them. I was raiding a town nearby when they found me, I had spent the last 2.5 months gathering supplies and hoarding them at my little camp that was on the border of Georgia and North Carolina.
I was just about finished up and was getting ready to take off back to my camp when they caught me. The man who I had come to know as Gareth come out from another apartment I had raided, smiling at me "well aren't you a pretty little thing" he said to me. I gasped for air and immediately reached for my gun but wasn't quick enough, I was grabbed from behind and thrown to the floor face first into the dusty dirty carpet, my weapons thrown away so I couldn't reach them. "You've been a very busy girl today," he said to me. I struggled and fought against the two people restraining me but it proved useless after I was smacked in the back of the head, knocked out cold.
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When I came to I was locked inside a cold dark wooden space, my boots, socks and jacket had been taken leaving me in my dark green dress and black leggings and it was damp and creepy. I had to think for minute about what the hell was going on, and then it all came flooding back to me. I had been raiding an apartment building for supplies when I was captured and struck on the back of the head, the blow knocking me out.
I sat up and felt the back of my head, there was a huge lump there and my fingers felt wet. I looked at them but couldn't see anything because it was so dark, but I assumed it was bleeding. I felt a wave of dizziness come over me then and I had to take a few deep breaths to stop me from fainting but I quickly stood up and walked to the edge of the wooden box, I peeked through a crack and saw that we were along a railway track.
It was quiet and I couldn't see anyone alive or dead. I started to feel around for a handle or something to try and open up this box and get out of here. And it was all going well and good until I tripped and fell down, making a thud as I went down, "Ow fuck" I muttered to myself.
"Looks like someone is up and ready to play," I heard a voice from outside the wooden box say. I scramble to my feet and moved into the corner as the door opened up letting in the blindingly bright sunlight. I moved my hands to my face to shield the sun from my eyes. And I was grabbed by my wrists and pulled outside the box.
When my eyes had adjusted I managed to open them and get a look around, I was inside a train yard, and that wooden box I came out of was a train cart. The 2 men that were pulling me along by my arms both had guns slung over their shoulders. They were tall with dark hair and reasonably nice features. "Who are you people? What do you want with me?" I asked them as they were pulling me along.
One of them who I later found out to be Alex, "Calm down," he said to me, smiling down at me. I glared up at him, not saying anything. I was taken into a shed, it was a large room surrounded with desks, and there were people all around. Some were reading over papers spread across a table and others were talking over a radio.
"Gareth, got the girl," the boy, Alex, spoke and that was when a tall man with dark hair turned around who I assumed was Gareth, turned to look at us. And I realised that he was the guy who I saw in the hall apartment complex I had been raiding. "Hello there, I'm Gareth. Why don't we start with your name?" he asked me with a kind smile.
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