Kiku-Miru-Shinu

Kiku: Listen

Miru: See

Shinu: Death

Uhhh... Nice title, right? xD No? Okay.

This title was the only title that appeared in my twisted imagination. :3 Suggestions would totally be appreciated. :S

Well, this is my first attempt at a 'TWD' Fanfic. Hopefully, everything turns out marvelous, if not... That's what you reviewers are here for! To point out errors, or just to give your very important opinion.

Things will go slow at first then develop more quickly throughout the nearest future. Also, throughout the story, P.O.V's will strictly change from my Oc's; to the other Oc's.

If any character seems.. not like themselves... please warn me! D: I need this story to be perfect.

Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever, own "The Walking Dead." Not only would my horrible creativity destroy it... my obsession over Daryl would also. :'(

Pain:

/pān/

Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.

Cause mental or physical pain to.

"Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever."

- Lance Armstrong.

When the world was normal, no human being had to hide from other humans. Food wasn't scarce, and no human sure as hell didn't try devouring one of it's own.

But that was when the world had life. Now, however, the world had lost that life it once contained. I have to hide everytime I hear that terrifying noise of an infected human. Food is very hard to come across by, and every minute, one of the infected are taking a life of a human who was lucky as shit to be alive.

I'm one of those lucky humans. It's rather stupid actually, how I decided to just continue on living in this jacked-up world. I could've "opt'd" out like many others have, but...

I didn't.

'Snap'

Gasping, the woman looked over her shoulder, hazel eyes scanning every visible tree around her.

She had just stepped out of the comfort of her own vehicle, trying to find a nearby stream that could happily give her the content she needs.

Water.

In the middle of the forest, the woman just stood there. A bow in one hand, a knife in the other, and a bag of bows placed on her back.

She honestly had no experience with the weapon and its bows, but in this world... She had to get accustomed with it.

It's safe. She decided, after attentivly scanning the area around her. Re-adjusting the bow strap on her back, she continued to walk.

For now.

Taking a slow, careful step, the woman trudged on. Thoughts of her family flashed around in her mind, making her more depressed, more alone. By each step her coverse-covered feet took her, the more she just wanted to turn around and head back to her Red 'Mustang GT'.

Water isn't as important as my own life. Sighing, she paused, trying to listen for the sound of a stream.

'Snap.'

There it was again. Looking over her shoulder, she seen nothing. Then she turned her attention to her right, then her left, and then forward. Shaking her dark-violet locks, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"I'm going fucking nuts." She whispered. Suddenly, moans errupted from behind her, and every muscle in her body tensed up.

About time.

Grabbing an arrow from the stash on her back, she lifted the bow to eyes-length. Squinting her left eye, she aimed the bow at the things' rotten-fleshed head. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the arrow back. The once living human limped slowly to her, giving her the time she needs to aim perfectly.

"I'm sorry..." Releasing the grip on the arrow, she shut her eyes tightly.

'Thud'

Upon hearing the noise, she let out a shaky breath.

How can I keep this up longer?

Walking up to the Walker's body, she forced herself to look down at it's disgusting features. Swallowing the bile that threatened to escape her mouth, she grabbed the arrow the was embedded into its head, and yanked it hard. She dropped it and pulled out another one, making sure she officially kills it. Before she could raise the arrow, she fell back and landed on her clumsy ass.

Pain shot through her leg, and she hissed in pain. She Searched for the source of the agonising feeling that suddenly spread throughout her lower body.

Dumb ass. She thought as she noticed her own arrow sticking out from behind her shin.

"Fucking great!" She muttered. She placed her hand firmly around the arrow, and tugged at it hard. Shrieking loudly, she loosened the grip on the arrow and let her upper-body fall to the ground.

Forget it. I'm just gonna lay here and let everyone of those fucking things devour me.

She cursed at herself loudly, what in the hell was she thinking!? She's not giving up! Even if she was, she wasn't going to let those fuckers do the job!

Pursing her lips, she grabbed the arrow once again.

On the count of three...

"One." She whispered, tightening her grip on the arrow lodged into her leg.

"Two." Closing her eyes, she sighed confidently.

"Thre-"

'Bang.'

She gasped, then it turned into a pain-filled scream. Glancing down at her shaking hand, she seen the weapon shaking along with it. Blood covered the tip of it, and she just stared at it.

Was that a gun shot?

Still shaking, she dropped the arrow and fell back onto the ground again. Black began surrounding her vision.

Don't you dare pass out. Not now!

The trees in her perifial vision began getting blurry.

"Oh God." A feminime voice exclaimed, the sound of leaves crunching filled her ears.

C-Could it be? A-Another survivor? She thought, the feeling of becoming unconscious growing quicker.

"A-Are you alright?" The woman questioned, her soft hand lifting up the woman's head up.

No.

Blackness consumed her vision, and her breathing became faint before she could verbally answer the concerned woman.

Yayy! The Prologue is finished! :D Well not completely... v.v The next chapter will be the second part to the Prologue! Sorry for the shortness of it... Chapter's will get extremely longer as soon as the Prologue passes by!

I apologise for any errors! :3 Review, please! Reviews are good! ;D