Radiance Chapter 1: Gone, a walking dead fanfic

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Radiance

Chapter 1: Gone

First POV (Tyler)

June 9, 2025

As I walked through the streets of Detroit, I made sure that the silver bracer on my left forearm was tight. I noticed a zombie a few feet in front of me. I pulled out my blaster gun which I made over the years out of various weapon parts. I fired the suppressed shot and killed the undead cannibal.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a radio. I picked it up and put it in my backpack. I looked around before leaving the city. I ran back to the hideout as the sky got darker.

Later

After starting a warm fire for the cold night, I tried to fix the radio. I plugged in a few wires and straightened the antenna, desperately trying to get a signal for a radio frequency.

After a few silent moments, I heard static. I grabbed the microphone and pressed the button on the side with my thumb. The static had ceased.

"We've been fighting for a long time. We are outnumbered by the undead." I released for a second before resuming. "Humans have a strength that cannot be measured. This is Tyler Main." I paused for another moment. "If you're listening to this, you're a survivor." I turned the radio off.

I looked up as the full moon shined on me. I kept the demon from coming out. It wasn't hard now. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers over the scar on my right eye. I started to remember that horrible night nine years ago.

"Tyler!"

The knife was just an inch away from entering my skull. I struggled to keep the knife away.

"Get off of him!"

It slowly moved down and cut my right eye, painfully scarring me.

"No!"

I closed my eyes as I went to sleep. I tried to forget that night, but I just couldn't. I quietly mumbled a lyric to myself.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past

Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have

Wounds so deep they never show they never go away

Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played

Following morning

I walked through the streets of Detroit once again to look for anything. Suddenly, I heard loud snarling. I pulled out my blaster gun and slowly rounded the block.

I used my gun first and if I ran out of ammo, I used my bow. Then, I would use my knife and tomahawk. If I was really desperate, I would trigger the demon.

I looked around the corner and saw a bunch of zombies. But these were no ordinary ones. They were all dark grey skeletons. No skin at all, just a bunch of walking bones. They all stared at me and ran.

"Oh, shit."

I fired at them and took a fourth of them down. I put my gun away before pulling out my knife and tomahawk. I charged at the skeletons. I took another fourth down. More of them started running. One jumped on my back and tried to bite me in the neck, but I impaled its head with the tomahawk.

I found a grenade and picked it up. I pulled the pin and threw it at the undead army. It blew into fragments and killed them all. I looked at all the dead bodies. I turned around and ran as fast as I could.

Later

I turned the radio on and grabbed the microphone. I had to let the world know what's coming.

"I thought I knew our enemy. Something has changed." I paused, thinking of how to explain it. "The living dead have decomposed into skeletons...and have become more lethal than ever."

I paused, thinking that this may be the end of the road. Humanity may have lost the fight before it even started.

"I don't if we can win this war. To kill these skeletons, just hit the head. If you're listening, stay strong."

I quietly started singing.

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

I'm waking up; I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes

It's a revolution, I suppose

We're painted red to fit right in

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

I'm waking up; I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died

Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up; I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I quietly grabbed my blaster gun and slowly walked towards the ledge of the wooden platform. I found three people, one male and two females, walking through the forest.

I silently dropped down and snuck up on the male behind the two girls. I aimed my gun at his head as he continued walking. I pushed the muzzle of the gun against his head, causing him to stop. The two girls turned around and aimed their pistols at me.

"Don't move. If you shoot, I'll use your friend as a shield." I gestured to the guy I was aiming at. "Drop your weapons and kick them away." They did as told. "Turn around." I was surprised to see who it was.

"Tyler?"

"Andrew?"