I have written some fanfiction before but it has been very very limited and really just not good. haha Now it is two years later and I am hoping that this is a lot better. I am Co-Writing (ish) This story with another writer. They have generally the same plot line but mine is in the POV of Ivy and her's is the POV of Clementine. Please Enjoy and a Review would be fabulous so I know what to do better and what you liked. Thanks :)
Chapter One: Viper
The small, would-be-quaint-if-it-wasn't-destroyed-by-walkers, Georgian town was quiet and just as she thought about it a smirk slid slyly across her sun kissed face. Knowing full well how cliché and ridiculous she sounded she whispered aloud,
"It's quiet; too quiet." She smiled wide, giggling lightly at her own joke. Hey, she had been alone since the outbreak started basically; she had to amuse herself with anything and everything to keep what sanity she had in check. Ivy really needed to focus so she pushed all thoughts from her mind.
"In, out, weapons, supplies, gone. In, out." She whispered quietly aloud for nothing to hear but her own ears. Ivy hated trips into whatever city or town she was passing by at the time. She was a fast mover, probably one of the only advantages to being on this journey alone. Ivy had gotten to where she was in Georgia all the way from the southernmost tip of Florida. She was on her way to Seattle, long way to go but she needed to know that Sam, her brother, was alive and if he had found a cure.
One can only hope… I'll go as far as I can, die trying. She thought.
Ivy heard the resounding sound of hooves on pavement, a sound she recognized as well as her own steady heartbeat. Something she hadn't heard since she moved to Florida from Elkton Kentucky, her home town. Ivy crouched behind the largest thing that was close to her; unfortunately that was a trash bin. She kept her eyes peeled and hand tight on her crowbar.
After a moment or two of the pitter patter of hooves Ivy began to hear human voices, not entirely sure yet if the people possessing the voices were friend or foe. So she stayed tense behind the dumpster, knowing that she needed to get up and away from it soon as she would not be able to smell a walker from behind her just in case she didn't hear it.
There has to be people in this trashcan or something for it to smell like this. Fuck it's worse than walkers to begin with, and me, and I haven't had a bath in…way too long. Right upon thinking this Ivy heard a low, drawn out, guttural moan from behind her. It was a hungry walker who was, instead of letting his tummy do the talking, was growling himself.
Ivy smiled but tensed her body, prepared for the fight that would ensue. She turned her head, just enough to catch a quick glance at a snarly looking walker with half a jaw and dried blood covering its hands and face.
"Looks like someone could have used a napkin" Ivy said out loud, snickering at her corny joke that hadn't really been funny. She turned to fully face the walker and gained its attention along with that of the two horsemen.
Ivy lifted he crowbar enhanced arm and took a swing at the walker, easily hitting her target; the female's head. The body fell to the ground, but out of natural reflex it was still making gurgling noises and Ivy would have none of it. She knew that it would only attract more walkers so she sent her crowbar straight through the ugly bitch's head again and again. Blackish blood seeped from the skull and trailed down the alley way. The dead woman finally stopped making noises but, to put it lightly, Ivy is a sick fuck, so she slammed the crowbar into the head until all that was left remaining was a heap of bone fragments, mush, and black blood, everywhere.
Ivy turned to see the on-looking survivors who were staring at her in utter shock. She shrugged simply and gave them a small wave with her free hand, smiling sweetly.
The wimpy Asian boy looked like a mixture of confusion, interest, and fear. Though interest seemed the most prominent emotion on his face. There was also a pretty girl who wore a cow girl hat who merely leaned into the Asian and began to sob.
Ivy frowned, apologized quickly, and began to walk away.
This is why I am just better off on my own. She thought wryly as she continued leaving the alley.
"Stop!" Came a male voice. Ivy turned to look at the man in question. "Maggie, she just believes there is a cure for these… infected people." The Jap, who Ivy would later learn was actually Korean and was named Glenn said apologetically.
"Are you stupid?" Ivy almost yelled half sarcastically. The short haired woman just looked at her doe-eyed.
"Look, Maggie? I think it was, these… things, walkers cannot be healed. Their monsters. I mean seriously? How could anyone think that after you have been attacked so many times by them and see other people get eaten by them, ripped apart and gorged on like a feast." Ivy yelled loudly at the girl on a horse.
Maggie just glared at Ivy, an intruder in her life and an obstacle in her goal for the day with Glenn.
"SHUT UP!" Maggie screamed before she continued. "I swear I don't even know your name and I can't stand you! You don't know what I've been through! Don't talk to me like you know!"
A sad smile lit Ivy's face and she retorted, "Yeah, try traveling alone since before you knew what was happening. Look, I'm not sayin' I know nothin' about what happened to you, all I am sayin' is that you haven't been through shit if you think these monsters can be saved." Ivy just started walking off as Maggie stared at her, disbelieving.
As she walked away down the alleyway she came across another walker and disposed of it in a manner similar to the previous, then lifted her crowbar in the air, giving Maggie a sarcastic wave that made the cowgirl gasp.
Soo… that was hot; in a really weird way. Glenn thought, then shrugged it off, continuing on with Maggie to the Drug Store.
Ivy found herself smiling again as she made her way to the small market store named, "Nell's Market Place." She walked in cautiously taking several, skeptical glances around the building. Finally convinced that there were no walkers around and the aisles were clear of dead people she headed straight for the canned food. The place was a mess, just as she had expected, but truly was clear of walkers, still strong in her faith; Ivy said a quick 'thank you' prayer for the small miracles.
It would be pointless to go for most other foods as they would rot quickly, or in most cases, they had already rotted. It was proven by the putrid scent that filled the small market. Ivy grabbed multiple cans of soup and beans and shoved them into her back pack. Ivy then shoved her bag to the brink with spam, crackers, Tums, Tylenol, bandages, Band-Aids (Scooby Doo of course), and Ramen Noodles.
Oh, Ramen Noodles, how they never go bad and how I love you so. Ivy thought, smiling once more. Today is just a good day hmm.
Ivy got a giant container of salt, not too sure what she would need to use it for but it could definitely use it for something. And last for food, she grabbed a jug of water. As she pushed the salt into her bag leaving absolutely no room for anything else, she continued onto another area in the small building that held all of the cheap clothes. Think of Walmart; just smaller.
She tied a few scarves together creating a makeshift shoulder bag. She put the gallon of water into the new bag and also stuck a pair of jeans and a hoodie in there as well.
One last stop and I am gone. Ivy thought, giddy at the idea of leaving and getting some rest. She hadn't slept in way too long and this trip to town and now the weight of her bags were draining her.
The last place she needed to go was a hunting store where she could see had already been broken into as there was broken glass all over the place from the display cases. It seemed as though the people who had gotten here first were either extremely generous to the rest of the survivor population, or clueless; most likely the latter.
Ivy grabbed a hunting rifle and some ammo for it looking around at the other weapons, and grabbed some ammo for the 12 gauge pump she already had. She was definitely a knives person though so that's where her attention was focused. Ivy was basically in a romantic relationship with her machete though so she only grabbed a small skinning knife that would prove its self useful later.
She stuck the knife through her belt loop and slung the rifle over her shoulder that wasn't preoccupied by her makeshift shoulder bag.
Right when Ivy walked through the shop's broken doors she was met by the Asian boy she had met earlier but it seemed that the Maggie girl was no where around.
"Maggie went home." The man said quietly as if it were some sacred secret no one else was allowed to know.
"It's ok to speak up ya know." Ivy laughed at him. "I promise, the walkers won't tell anyone." She hadn't expected the Chinaman to chuckle along with her, but he did.
"Well we have an entire camp of people; I'm not sure what they will say long term but you can stay there with us tonight." All he received from Ivy in return was a quizzical stare so he rambled on, unsure of himself.
"Walkers don't come around where we set up camp on the farm. We think it might be the terrain or something, but anyway you would get some food and a place to sleep, as restful as you can get in the apocalypse I would assume…" Glenn was cut off by Ivy walking away towards the small thicket that ran down and separated the farm lands from the town.
"What…" Glenn began but was vocally interrupted this time.
"Look, I would love to stay with you and your comrades, but I am tired as shit. I am heading to my car, you can come with me and then show me to yall's campsite, or I can go on my merry way, I don't care." Ivy replied in a much friendlier, yet tired voice. He was, after all just trying to help her.
Glenn rode quietly, trailing her until they reached farm lands.
"You know, you could always hop on, it would be much faster." Glenn pointed out. Ivy didn't respond by saying anything. She just hopped on behind Glenn and watched as he looked surprised.
"What?" She asked.
"I… how did you do that? I didn't even stop…" Glenn asked extremely impressed by her obvious skill.
"Grew up around horses, that's all." She responded shortly.
That was where all conversation ended as they both were caught up in their own thoughts as the sun dropped beneath what little hill there was among the vast farm land that stretched before and behind them, entirely too empty and void of human life.
When the two riders finally reached the interstate Glenn broke the almost-comfortable-but-too-ridden-by- death- to-be-pleasant-silence.
"Which car is yours… um I don't know your name…" Glenn asked completely unsure.
"Ivy and that one." Ivy answered; grin as wide as her face as she pointed to a sleek, sexy, black Dodge Viper.
How the heck did she find that thing? Glenn wondered as he realized which car Ivy was referring to.
Ivy just giggled at his expression. "It's always been my dream car. I saw it and well its owner tried to eat me, the least he can do is give me his car, which is sex on wheels by the way." Ivy explained to him, winking.
Glenn visibly swallowed, intimidated by the woman's bluntness. He hopped off of the horse and ran to the car letting out a low whistle.
"Be. A. Utiful! Seriously man, sweet ride." Glenn said approvingly. Ivy followed Glenn's actions by getting off of the horse and walking over to her Viper. She felt extremely refreshed, as she had ridden on the horse instead of walking that whole way.
"Yeah, I figured, what the Hell, it's my dream car, I might die tomorrow there are no guarantees, but hey! I've got a bad ass car." Ivy told him causing him laugh at the truth that lay within her story of indulgence. The horse gave a bored whinny, bringing the attention back to it.
"I forgot about the horse." Glenn laughed. "We should get back."
Ivy just nodded in agreement before offering, "You wanna take 'er for a spin?"
"Hell yeah!" Glenn said in a voice that sounded more like 'DUH!'
"Don't drive too fast tonight so you can show me how to get to the camp, you can have some fun with it tomorrow if you want." Ivy told him, not wanting to get lost.
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