Anxiety

by xMtnDew

"Anxiety is a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome." All Delilah wants is to find her brother alive. He disappeared with out a trace, leaving her to fend herself. What if he was bitten?What if he was dying at the moment? All she knew was that HAD to find him,she couldn't be by herself! It's too scary. OC.

Hello everybody! :D This is xMtnDew! I have had an obsession with The Walking Dead lately and I just decided to make a fanfiction about it. The main character will be my OC, Delilah, I really hope you guys like her because it took me forever to come up with her. ^^" I'm very sorry if you don't like the story i'm new to all this.I will reply to any reviews I get! I will update as soon as I can. I hope you enjoy the story!

(This is the prologue)

The day went by slow enough,Delilah was very distraught. Every little noise made her jump, making her mind to build up more fear and wander what could possibly jump out at her any second. Her mind could come up with the stupidest thoughts when she was scared. Why was she out here all alone again? Oh...That.

Her brother was gone. She had no idea what happened to him. They were at the house, with weapons of course, she fell asleep... Woke up he was gone. She stayed in the house for a couple days, hoping he would come back safe and found some people that could help them through this.

But she knew that wasn't the real reason why. She didn't want to admit the real reason. The guilt kept gnawing at her. Delilah couldn't admit it. It hurt to much to think about it, she was lying to herself. She stayed in the house for her. She was afraid. Afraid that those...things would get her. Hell, if she left the moment she found out he was gone maybe she could have found him!

Why did she have to be so selfish? Now she was all alone. Delilah was determined to find her brother though. Her clouded hazel eyes looked down at her shoes as she loosened the grip on the pipe she was defending herself with. Would she find him? Would he be mad at her? Would he be alive? What if he was one of those things?

No... He couldn't be. Her brother was-

"Ah!" Delilah yelped when she bumped into a dumpster by accident. She immeditaly shot a hand up to cover her mouth and leaned against the nearest wall.

Nothing. Good. Her loud moth hadn't attracted one of those things. Dehlilah gripped the pipe tighter and continued on her merrily way. Slow and 'quiet' of course.

...Yeah, I don't really like it to well, but sadly I got nothing else. ;_; If you couldn't tell little Delilah worries alot, yes? I'm sorry if there's not enough detail, because everytime I added something it turned out sounding funky and weird. XD Hopefully Chapter 1 will turn out better. :)

Please review and tell me watch you think. :)