Well, here it is. My first fanfic story ever. I have a few chapters finished already but posting just chapter 1 first to see if there's anyone interested at all. Please leave feedback! I can't wait to hear what you all think of it and more importantly: how can improve. The story line is roughly based on season 3. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1 – Not much longer

I didn't know for how long I'd been awake. Could be days for all I knew: I'd lost track of time completely. Though right know I could swear I saw someone on the main road. I know a lack of sleep makes you go crazy but this looked real. I'd heard an engine roaring before so chances are there's someone undead there. I realized this meant I had to be more careful than ever. I'd just barely made it out of the hands of a group of men and honestly, the undead can apparently still be more dangerous than the deceased. I decided to wait for whoever was there to pass and hid behind a tree.

Standing there, completely still, the cuts and scratches on my back started to hurt and the state I was in started to scare the shit out of me. My swollen wrist looked worse than an hour ago and then it hit me. I wasn't going to make it through another day wandering around the woods. I could barely use my right wrist which would surely prevent me from building another tree house.

Trying to figure out how to make the situation somewhat better, I peeked through the leaves. I could see the guy on the main road more clear now. It looked like he was armed with a crossbow and the engine I had heard probably belonged to his motorcycle. Trying to figure out what my next step would be (perhaps I could steal his motorcycle somehow?), I heard a growl from only a few steps away.

Fuck no, not now. Not having enough time to find the knife I should be wearing on me somewhere, I grabbed my shotgun more tightly and cursed again as the pain in my wrist became unbearable. Realizing the risk I was taking, I pointed the barrel towards the walker and without hesitation shot it straight between the eyes. "Where's that fucking silencer when you rely on it?" I silently cursed again and tried to figure out where the guy on the main road was. I'm sure he had heard my shot but I couldn't find him. Perhaps he had entered the other side of the woods. If that was the case, he would probably be dead now. Not having to kill him meant sparing my last shotgun bullet, which was a happy thought.

My own gunshot had made my head feel funny and I stayed there leaning against the tree to gasp for air. I knew I was about to collapse and had to get to that motorcycle. I took a step away from the tree and started walking towards the road. With every step I took down that hill my legs felt more and more like spaghetti strands. It reminded me of the feeling after smoking a big blunt with my friends back in the old days. Before I could start remembering details, I forced myself back to reality. I couldn't use another sentimental flashback right now. This world doesn't have a place for memories anymore.

"Drop the fucking gun and put yer hands where I can see 'em". I looked up, angry with myself. How the fuck could I have failed to paid attention at this crucial moment? What the fuck is happening to me? I had to be strong now.

I held on to my shotgun so tightly that I was afraid I may squeeze it, and aimed for his face. "You really think I was just going to give in like that?"

He narrowed his eyes "If you wanna live, you shud".

I smirked. "Really? You going to tell me that to survive here I'm going to have to give up my gun? Interesting theory".

He raised his eyebrows and my fear disappeared completely. I wasn't going to go down here. If I was to die from a human, it would be my own finger pulling the trigger right before being eaten alive.

I looked at him from behind my shotgun and slowly started walking towards him. His voice was soft but steady and urgent. "Listen, I've killed a couple of humans before, I don't have pity darlin'". "Stop walking or your story ends righ' here".

I could see he tightened the grip on his crossbow and realized I couldn't take him on. Not in the state I was in. I could barely walk and he looked tough as nails. His face was covered in either dirt, blood, or both. Observing him I realized a walker silently approaching him from behind. If I could just keep him busy and draw the attention to me, perhaps the walker would do the work for me.

"So, what exactly will you do if I do drop my gun?" I lowered my shotgun and looked at him provocatively.

The question humbled him and I could see he wasn't sure what to answer."Not shoot you in the head, would tha' work for ye?" and surprisingly, he lowered his crossbow too. "So where's yer group?"

I laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you but it is just me at this party".

He seemed puzzled with my answers and my plan appeared to be working. The walker was getting closer and so far he hadn't noticed. He had lowered his crossbow and I started second guessing.

What if this guy wasn't planning on hurting me? What if he did have a group that relied on him? That would make me just as bad of a human being as the men I despised. Fuck. I sighted and as the walker stretched its arms to grab him from behind, I lifted my shotgun and fired my final bullet. The walker went down and so did I.

My leg felt like it was on fire and as I looked down I started yelling. "I fucking save your ass and you shoot me in the leg?! Fuck you man, fuck you! ."

I looked up and saw mr. crossbow guy getting up, raging. "Ye? Savin' ma ass? That fucking walker was about 3 secs away from eatin' my fucking neck! Better be happy I crouched to dodge the bullet or your pretty lil' face would've been gone righ' now".

Realizing how small my chances of survival were now, I ripped the arrow out. "Here, have your fucking ammo. Doesn't look like I am going to need it anymore anyway"I threw the arrow and got up. "And now leave me the fuck alone".

With all the strength I still had in me I got up and started walking. After my first step the world around me quickly changed into a blur as I could feel the warm blood dripping from my upper leg. And as if gravity had been gone this entire time and suddenly made its comeback, I fell face first into the muddy ground and everything went black.