Heeey, I'm finally getting back into the writing groove after abandoning my old account. Not that it really mattered but, you know..
So I've been meaning to write up a Walking Dead fic since season one but waited to get a good feel for everyone's character first and I am soglad I did. So here we go!
The truck was packed to the brim, the bed full of clothes, canned foods, dry foods, tents, blankets, guns, ammo, a crossbow- you name it I had it. In the seat beside me was a dented and bloodied Easton baseball bat beside a handgun with an extra clip and a half-stale bag of chips.
It was the fucking apocalypse- One that no one would have imagined. And here I was in a stolen truck with looted goods and a bag of Barbeque chips.
A few weeks before life had been totally normal and then some sort of.. I don't even know if plague would be the appropriate term, threw the world into utter chaos.
Everyone always expected the whole 2012 kind of shit to be the apocalypse- Natural disaster or something. I don;t know, maybe a volcano erupting, an super earthquake or an ice age or famine.. But instead we were graced with this crazy sickness.
They said it was some sort of government-created viral weapon, they said it was a terrorist attack... Hell I'd even heard say it was the wrath of god. Whatever it was it took over the world and destroyed everything. It started with a bite or a decent sized scratch from an infected person, then you developed this insane fever before you apparently died.
Although "died" might not be the appropriate term since within a couple hours you were back on your feet snapping your jaws at anything that moved or made sound.
The reporters had been calling them "Walkers" before the broadcasts cut off completely and the world was left in the dark. Before the power grids went down because no one was left to run anything.
Needless to say when the small town I lived in went ass backwards and people started eating each other I bailed. Looted a bunch of shit from WalMart, filled my gas tank and then some at an abandoned station and ran for my pathetic life.
Fuck, I didn't have half a clue on how to survive in the woods.
I grew up in New york and this was the Georgian wilderness- I figured I was doomed.
The middle of summer in Georgia was hot as all hell, even when doing 60 down an empty highway. I didn't dare turn on the air conditioning- wasting gas wasn't even an option at this point. I only had one gas tank left and there were barely any cars on the highway so siphoning gas was out of the question.
It was a wonder all the stupid tricks I learned working in a garage helped me out here. I learned how to part most cars and siphon gas and hot-wire-
Now if only someone had taught me to survive the wilderness.
I'd taken to thinking of movies for help on the whole 'Surviving the Apocalypse' thing. Usually people rationed food and water and stayed in a well fortified shelter until the military swooped in to save their asses and fix everything.
But considering the fact that there were abandoned tanks in a couple cities I'd passed through I wasn't expecting a miracle at this point. So I started rationing my food- only ate once or twice a day only had two bottles of water a day. So far I was alright as far as what I had left. Maybe another month if I kept this pattern up; longer if I found another store to raid.
Flying past a lone, legless walker on the road I glanced in the rear view mirror and winced at the sight that met me. my strawberry blonde hair was a mess- greasy and unkempt and my blue eyes were hollowed out with big black bags from the countless nights I was too afraid to sleep. My clothes were getting awkwardly baggy from all the weight I'd lost since this had all started and I figured it a wonder the walkers didn't think I was one of them.
Taking a chance I got off the next exit following the signs to the clothing outlets that were apparently there. Hell, may as well try for some new clothes and maybe I'd get lucky and find something useful.
The parking lot was barren and the front windows were totally intact in the practically microscopic clothing store.
"Well of course, who raids a clothing store in the apocalypse..?" I mumbled to myself, grabbing my bat and shoving the handgun in the waistband of my shorts as a last resort.
The silence was ungodly unnerving as I paced to the tiny store as quietly as possible.
I smiled at the lack of space inside- the smaller the store the better. No place for anything... unexpected to hide. Taking a last glance around the lot to make sure nothing would creep up on me I pressed myself against the glass for a clearer look inside, ignoring the little sign flipped to say "CLOSED."
"Empty..."
Moving to the door I pushed it open and closed it silently behind me, praying to whatever god was left that I was alone.
Readying my bat I made a few noises, like I was calling to a kitten. A sort of kissing noise I guess. Just loud enough for anything inside to hear.
Waiting I only saw one thing move- a lone walker in the straight expanse of the store.
It wore a blue apron with the store's logo across the front and a name tag that read 'Sue.'
I chuckled, "Hey there, Suzy-Q. Wanna go shopping with me..?"
The thing limped toward me, it's hair in greasy waves, lower jaw exposed through the gaping hole in its rotted cheek as it made these inhuman, cringe-worthy groans. Once it was close enough I took one decent swing across its face, knocking the rotted thing's head back with a 'snap,' before it crumpled to the floor.
Taking another swing its skull caved and blood spattered across my tank top as it's guttural growling stopped returning the area to silence.
Making good with my time I snatched a cloth shopping-bag from the front counter before moving straight to the shoes to replace the worn out converse I wore.
By the time I was finished I'd managed to grab several new pairs of shorts a whole bag of shirts, a few pairs of jeans a jacket and hoodie before sneaking back through the deserted parking lot in a pair of nice new boots that would've normally cost me a pretty penny. Hefting the three bags of pilfered clothes under the cab on the truck bed I grinned relishing in the feeling of clean clothes. Well, that and the short "bath" in the ladies room sinks with some of those free samples they always have near the registers of name-brand shampoo.
Hopping into the driver's seat I gave a groan as a lone walker tumbled around the corner of a building. It spotted me in record time and started stumbling towards me as I started up the truck. I smirked, jamming the truck into gear and driving past it, opening the door at the last second to send the walking corpse back to the ground with a nasty 'Thud.'
Knee-length biker shorts under a pair of dark wash jean shorts, a v-neck black shirt with a purple camisole under it and brand new boots made me feel like some kind of wanna-be-fashionista and mildly stupid for taking the time to lurk around in the makeup section for purely vain reasons.
"You're an idiot," I chucked to the empty road as the quiet afternoon rolled out along the empty highway before of me.
The dawn brought a slightly cooler day that I was more than thankful for. The air was mild, maybe a mid 80s temperature and I made my way towards the outskirts of Atlanta.
Supplies were running low and I'd passed through most of the smaller towns on my little road map only to find that they'd already been looted or that they were overrun with walkers.
Atlanta had been declared the local "safety" zone before the broadcasts stopped so, I hoped, the city might still be safe. Or at least be slightly less walker-friendly. But then again that's what I thought about a lot of towns with military blockades at the entrance only to find I was sorely mistaken.
I heaved a sigh and pushed my hopes away, preparing myself for the worst.
Cars littered the streets along with paper and trash and bodies.
No sound, not even the wind. I'd left the truck just inside the thick of the city, nestled into a small alley so it was a strait shot to where I was headed.
I stepped quickly within the shadow of a multi-story shopping complex, bat in hand, my gun in my waistband and a knife I'd stumbled across on the way in strapped to my thigh. I mean the thing was huge and looked like something Rambo would carry. I couldn't pass that up.
Meeting a fenced off alley I grimaced. Someone had been here before and been smart enough to protect the area. That mean I was treading on claimed territory...
Swallowing my fear I opened the fence just enough to slip through before latching it closed again. Only about a handful of walkers were roaming the area but I wasn't going to take chances. The alley was empty save for a service ladder leading to the roof of the building that, no doubt, led to an entrance.
Hooking my bat in my belt loop I climbed quickly panicking when a walker spotted me from the street and threw itself again the fence gate below me.
Reaching the top I stopped to breathe, unhooked the bat from my shorts and collapsed against the raised wall.
"This is fucking crazy. I'm an idiot- I should have just avoided the whole damn city."
Kicking the pavement, I cursed myself out. The noise of that one walker would draw more and more and escaping a whole horde was just not going to happen.
"Fuck me," I whined to the sky, the audible metallic clatter of walkers against the gate laughing at me from below.
Alright! So there's chapter one. I'm going to get into exactly who this OC is in the next couple chapters so deal with the very vague sense of who she is that I gave here. I sear it's going to pick up but I'm kind of tired of the whole "Let's toss a new survivor into the camp and go from there lololololol." Oh and I don;t know about most WalMarts, but the one near me has a nice big glass case of standard handguns and rifles in the hunting section so...
Reviews and all that jazz, I'd love to get some feedback on this baby and see what you guys are liking and hating about it.
Thanks for reading!