this is my first try at writin for the Walkin Dead...so i hope you guys like it, i have a few chapters already written out for this story, i'll post more once i get some feedback. see if u guys even like it lol please R&R n let me know :)

Chapter 1: Prepared/Intro

When the world went to shit...she was ready for it, yeah she hadn't known it would happen then, or how it would go down...but she was as prepared as anyone could have been anyways. She had her car full of gas, packed with a few boxes of canned food and a bag of clothes. Her hunting knife as her only weapon was already sitting in her glove department... her brothers had been big zombie apocalypse buffs and even though they didn't live in the same city or even state as she did, they always made sure she would be okay...no matter what happened.

They had made her do all those things and she did, partly because she grew up with them and liked a lot of things about zombies and stuff too, and she just had a feeling that even if it wasn't zombies she'd need things to help her survive whatever happened. Growing up with four brothers she was never a girly girl, she liked all the scary gory movies, but she liked helping people too...she was kind and knew how to calm people when they were panicked and hurt. For that reason, when she was accepted into Georgia State University, she just up and left her hometown in Alabama.

Her family had been surprised by her choice, but was proud of her. She was almost through her 8th year in medical school, after all her struggling and drowning herself in her classes she was finally almost done. Since it was her last year there she was finally relaxing and having fun, on days when she didn't have class of course. She was just about 26, the youngest in her family. Her four older brothers, Matthew- 45, Foster was almost 39, Jackson-35, and Jessie was 30.

The only problem was...when the shit hit that fan in Atlanta, she was in the food court at the student centre eating her first meal after a brutal day of non-stop classes. The centre was only one block from her loft so she had just walked over, she was almost done eating when her ears picked up the faint screaming from outside. After years of her brothers teaching her how to hunt for food and walk in the woods her hearing was impeccable. She looked around to see if anyone else heard it and that was when she regretted leaving her car...no one else seemed to notice the sound and the feeling in her gut was telling her she had to get outa there.

Just as she stood up her cell phone rang, she knew it would be one of her brothers so she gathered her things up and started walking as fast as she could to the nearest exit. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and to her ear.

"Get yer ass outa there, Mara. Now!" it was her brother Matt the oldest of them. When their parents died Samara was only 4, Matt was 23 then and took over looking after the broken family.

"What the hell ya think I'm doin?!" she said in a harsh whisper as people started to look at her as she practically ran, now hearing more screams getting closer to her.

"The phones er gonna cut out soon, you get over here as soon as you can. If you can't get here find somewhere safe and stay there, I'll find you I promise! We'll come for you!" before she could reply he had hung up. She stopped when she got to the two glass doors on the left side of the once calm student centre.

Outside was a sight to be seen...

(Present time)

It's been one month and 13 days since she fled Atlanta, she still couldn't entirely believe she even got outa there...but she made it to her car and took off as fast as she could. Not pausing one second as her fellow students chased and ate away at others; she didn't even bat an eye. She'd been hiding in the woods, sleeping in her car, and hunting what she could.

Then she heard that the military had gotten the city contained, they were broadcasting over the emergency radio station that it was safe for survivors to go to. Even knowing that it definitely wasn't safe to be in cities or around large amounts of people during something like this...she missed using the bathroom inside and having showers, and she was running out of canned food and matches. Her brother Foster had showed her how to start a fire without them of course... but that didn't mean she liked the fact that she was running out. She needed her fires to cook whatever little animal she'd catch day to day.

She had got one last txt to her oldest brother, telling him she'd stay there. It wasn't safe to try make the journey right now, not when nobody really knew what was going on, they knew she could take care of herself...they had made sure of that. He told her if nothing changed they'd meet up at a certain place, a place they had picked out long time ago as their place...it was half way between all of them.

She sat in her car looking at the gas metre...it was just below half. If she were to do this, there would be no turning back...if they were lying and the city wasn't safe. Well she'd be pretty much screwed.

so thers the first chapter... maybe i'll post the second one too...just so you guys get a better feel on the story. most of the chapters Will be this short...there may be longer ones here and there tho. I hope you guys like the story...i'm quite fond of it myself right now ^.^ lol so far im undecided on some things. but i have a very good idea on where i want this story to go :P :D

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