"Where the Rich go to Die"
Prologue.
It was sunny outside. The sky was a deep blue and was dotted with white puffy clouds that strolled along at a casual pace. A women in her late twenties lay back on a lounge chair, a sunhat covering her face and a condensing glass of lemonade in her hand. A man sat a little ways away from her, slouching in his beach chair and reading a novel. He licked his fingers every so often to turn the page, but other than that, there were no other disturbances.
When the blonde woman had had enough of the sun, she placed her two feet in the blue water of the pool stretched out in front of them. The water was cold, but felt good against her burning skin. The water rippled out from where she'd entered, but other than that, there were no other disturbances.
There were two other people living in the house. One, a shorter man in his mid-thirties sat upon a makeshift lookout in the backyard, beyond the pool. There was a large rifle in his hand, but he was invested in the old Sports Illustrated magazine that lie open on the small table before him. He cleaned his weapon, and flipped the pages, but other than that, there were no other disturbances.
Another girl sat at the kitchen table. The windows were large and she could see the man and the woman sitting out by the pool. The girl, another in her twenties, focused heavily on painting her left hand. She had chosen a deep red, the color of roses. The color of an apple. The color of blood. Every so often the girl switched her position to gain better angles of her nails, but other than that, there were no other disturbances.
There was a group about ten miles away from the house with the swimming pool. There was a man with his son and his baby. There was an Asian boy and a farm girl. Two African American women and a young African American boy. There was a crossbow-wheeling man and a gun-slinging older woman. A red haired man and two dark haired girls. A priest and a young blonde girl. There was a man with a mullet. They walked along the road, their tired feet dragging against the asphalt.
And there, there were plenty of disturbances.
A/N: Okay, so I'm totally just trialing this for a story. I always kind of wondered about the rich people and where they would go or what they would do during an apocolypse. And I've been totally into Rick and him finding another relationship besides Lori. Perhaps a better woman, in fact. (Sorry that you suck, Lori). It's also set pretty much right where the group left off, in the new season… I'm taking it my own way though. If this interests you, please leave me a comment or a favorite and I'll know whether or not to let it continue. Love you guys. Xx
Oh, and I tried to write this without Beth… I really did… (BETH IS STILL ALIVE IN THIS STORY BECAUSE SHE'S PERFECT AND DESERVES IT.)