The Living Deceased
A/N: I only own the OC's, which are Rachel, Sage and Xavier, and for this chapter Cassie. I want to thank MermaidAssassin for assisting me with the idea, and helping me write this chapter, and all the others. This is my FIRST Walking Dead fic, so go easy on me. NO flames, this is all in good fun! And is set in season 2!

Blurb: When a young woman lost everyone around her due to the walkers' invasion, she has no other choice but to set off alone. Well human wise that is. She rescues two dogs along the way and gets into trouble along the way, needing someone to help aid her wounds, and allow her into a group
CHAPTER 1:
Heaving, out of breath it felt like they had been running for hours. But the trio was hardly even moving because, those creatures, those living dead beings were always just a few steps behind them! Looking back, the girl saw that they weren't as close to her and the others' as they had recently been. They, the trio had picked up the pace, just to earn a little extra space between them and the walkers. She couldn't even give a sigh of relief, because she knew it was only for a limited amount of time.

Eyeing back she saw one of her faithful hounds alongside of her. She gave a minor half of a smile as she stopped jogging and just moved it along to a fast paced walk. She tapped on one of her sides for her mongrels to come to her location. "Sage." The dog that she smiled at Sage, she was a Siberian husky, white and grey traced along her body. Though the owner swore Sage had to have some portion of wolf in her. The dog's blue eyes watched her owner and did as she was commanded.

Sage was the one that either stayed behind or right next to her possessor, Rachel. The owner didn't like having her dogs with her during all of this; the two dogs were all she had left in this world. The other dog lead the way, his name was Xavier. He was a Doberman, and made sure to be the scout up ahead. As fierce as he was, he was very loyal and protective of the human, just as the other pup.

Both canines we're still just puppies, almost two years of age. Rachel was a young adult, in her early twenties. Not like it even mattered her age anymore, though her birthday was in just a couple days. But who was she going to celebrate it with? The walkers? Ha, her birthday wish was just for her and her dogs to keep on surviving, and hopefully one day discover some real security.

Rachel had wavy dark brown hair, beautiful in length, draining further then her shoulders. The color's at the end of her hair was a lighter brown, due to coloring her hair before, but was fading out. She had an average weight for the small size that she was. Though her assets, was what weighed her down a decent amount. Standing at an inch or two above the five foot range.

Looking back, Rachel noted it was only a few of those things following her. Most called them walkers, they were viler then what stalked your nightmares. Or anything that could ever be portrayed on television. They we're real, and the fact that they were the living dead is what terrified the Hell out of Rachel. Reaching out of her light denim pockets, she grabbed her eight inch, silver switchblade. "Xavier, cover me."

She knew that Xavier was a lot quicker than Sage, but both dogs did their best to assist their owner. The pups would dodge the walkers scratch and bite attempts, and so far have been privileged not getting wounded. The dogs would tear off their legs, or would leap on them from behind. Rachel knew that it only took one time for her dogs to get severely hurt, but these dogs were as faithful as they come, and would do everything in their control to keep Rachel out of harm's way.

The apartment building complex was bursting with chaos, screaming was overheard scattered throughout the three floors. Living on the second floor, Rachel viewed her roommate Cassie, and they both peeked out on their balcony. People were being shredded to shards, trying to escape to their car, and get out of this Hell hole. "What the Hell should we do?" The blonde haired girl, Cassie looked around the apartment for something shrill to use.

"Pack up! We're leaving in ten minutes!" Ten minutes was no time at all, they both needed to pack their life into a bag. And literally only one backpack full of stuff, they needed to be able to still run, so it couldn't be too heavy. Their doors were always locked, pounding and shrieking was all over the place, it pained both girls but they knew that they couldn't open the door. "Ten minutes…What do I need?" Of course everything in her room she needed, grabbing a few pictures of her loved ones, phone, laptop- no scratch that just clothes a few pictures and her knives…The time limit was up!

"Okay, here's what we need to do. You need to check on your family, have you tried calling?" Cassie nodded, she said they we're all together, and they would try to contact her when they we're in a safe area. Mostly because, Cassie's family knew she would try to track them down, if she had the slightest idea where they we're, no matter the danger. "Okay good, let's get you to your car, I forgot mine is still in the shop…But I think we each need a vehicle just in case, anything happens."

"I agree. Well before we go, I know we said we wouldn't do this anymore…but I think in this case it's alright…" Cassie was referring to a problem that the two had, stealing from others, it had become an addiction, mostly for Cassie, and Rachel would every once in a while "Let's check to see what doors are unlocked, we need to stock up. Maybe we will find some car keys."

The older of the two, Rachel, the dark haired one looked at her close friend and agreed. "Yes, this time it's different." Grabbing her knives, she looked around her apartment, her hand on the door knob, "Let's get out of here. You have something?"

Looking around, Cassie grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen, hey it was better than nothing, and was extremely sharp. "Got it." They we're both starting to shake a little was it nerves, adrenaline? Maybe a little of both… "Let's go."