A/N: Hello everybody. This is my first official Walking Dead fanfic but please, enjoy. I'm unleashing all my inner creativity into this one. I love the comics and show with all my heart so I hope everybody embraces my passion project with this. This fanfic will take place after the events at Terminus so imagine it as the starting point of a whole different "season" per say. Enjoy!
The streets were damp and cold after a storm had just passed through. Rain washed away the blood on the paved roads, clearing the way for walkers to straddle down the empty horizon. The small town of Orchard looked fruitless on the outside but on the inside...we couldn't be so sure. The walkers were numerous in size but surely they couldn't be left standing around. A window suddenly shattered at the pharmacy just two blocks away. The walkers all turned towards the direction of the crippling glass and made a B-line for the noise. A couple of figures quickly ran past the undead while their backs were turned towards the shopping mart. The figures ran into the shop and kicked open the front doors. They made it. Pulling off their hoods, protecting themselves from the rain, they revealed themselves to be Daryl Dixon and Michonne.
"Grab a cart and fill it up. We need to get out of here as fast as possible." Said Daryl, biting into an apple he picked up from the fruit stand next to him. Michonne nodded and took out her katana. Outside the store, in the underbrush a block away eyeing the undead on a sniper, stood Carol.
"Make sure you got a steady hand on the trigger." Demanded Rick over her shoulder. Rick looks over at his group. Holding his daughter Judith is Tara. Standing guard is Sgt. Abraham and Rosita while Eugene sits in the getaway vehicle. Bob, Sasha, and Tyreese stand next to the opening in the underbrush, ready for their turn to run out towards the store.
"It's a good thing Glenn hit that window with that rock." Said Bob. Everyone looked over at Glenn and Maggie. They stood next to Father Gabriel, the latest edition to their group after the disaster known as Terminus, exchanging their vows. Rick walks over to the three.
"Now isn't the time to be doing this. This is a life and death situation!" Maggie looks over at Rick with sadness in her eyes.
"Walker coming straight at us." Whispered Carol. She relaxed her finger on the trigger. Rick turned around and saw the undead monster walking straight towards them.
"Don't fire! The shot will alert the whole herd." Rick remarked. Abraham takes out his gun as does Rosita. "What's wrong, leader? Afraid to show a little action?" Rebutted Abe.
Back in the store, Michonne and Daryl run up to the front door with a cart full of items. They look out the greased up window to make sure they're ready for a complete exit. Nope. Not safe yet. "Come on. Get us out of here."
"Should I make the shot or not?" Asked Carol.
"Give it to me." Said Tyreese, taking out his hammer. The walker bursts through the bushes and comes at the group. Rick slams his revolver against the top of the walkers head, crushing its skull. An explosion is then heard.
"What the hell was that?" Asked Sasha. Rick put his finger up to his lips. The explosion got louder. Suddenly, an old school bus rolled through the town and rolled over the walkers. From its windows, the driver dropped grenades. The grenades exploded, killing walkers and creating potholes in it's way. The bus came to a halt suddenly. Off the bus came six thugs, all clad in riot gear.
"What the hell?" Said Abraham.
The final one off the bus was clad in spiked armor, riot gear, a trench coat, and a gas mask. He carried an Uzi and a shotgun. "Search the town." Said this apparent leader.
"Yes, Vagrant." Said his followers. The team broke up and quickly scattered through out the town. Carol aimed her sniper at the man named Vagrant.
"No." Said Rick. "We need to get out of here." Rick looked up at the bus one final time. Across the bus was spray painted one word: TYRANT.
"But what about Daryl and Michonne?" Asked Tara.
Rick looked over at the shopping mart. A thug had entered the shopping center. Rick rubbed his bearded face and turned back towards the group.
"Everybody in the truck..."
To Be Continued...