The Walking Dead: I Can Only Carry So Much

by Just a Writing Addict

Anna is just a kid,she never met her dad and her mom wasn't the best at her job. But now the world surrounding her is no place for a child to be. With death,gore,killing,and no family Anna is alone in this world. Things begin to get better when she joins a group,but she's horrified to get close,and she hates being alone.

1. Chapter 1

I sighed and notched another arrow,looking up at the cloudy sky. I took a deep breath,allowing the cool,Georgia air to fill my lungs. I heard a faint rustling in the bush, crouching down in case it was a dead man. I raised my bow and shot a small grey bunny as it ate clover in a clearing."Dinner." I mumbled,removing my arrow and tieing the dead animal to my belt.

Perhaps I should back up a bit. Mabey to before dead people were getting up and killing people? Yeah,that'd be nice.

My name is Jen. My mother really named me Jennifer,she said because she wanted a girly girl to paint nails with and buy pretty dresses. But seriously,can you imagine me with a frilly dress on? I'm twelve years old,or I was before this all started,I'm not sure if it's been more than one year or not. I taught myself how to shoot a compound bow when I was eight I don't know why I wanted to,my great grandmother gave me a compound bow on the last birthday she came to I didn't ever really use it,but one day while I was in the woods playing I saw a man shooting with a compound bow,he killed almost every animal that crossed his path,I wanted to be just like him one day,so I ran home and practiced every day until I was super good at that I'd spend hours learning other skills.I was pretty good with a glock 18 (don't ask where I got it) and using a knife was easy too. Anyway,I was a bad kid before,I got into trouble at school,stole,and snuck out every now and then. I guess it was because I've never met my dad before,I guess I confirmed that steryotype. But I just had this urge in my head to do stuff more exciting than what everyone else was doing,I wanted to be a free person and have fun,not do boring math and social studies. But,I had to grow up when the disease hit. I lost my mom and sister. (She wasn't from my dad,she was from a different one). My mom got sick and I had to shot her. My sister refused to stay inside,she thought she could handle it,she was very wrong. She got bit and tried to get back inside the house,I had to stab her in her skull. But each time these people came back,I didn't feel bad about killing them. They weren't themselves,they were different something that the infection demanded they be.

"I don' like this." A kid complained. A while ago I found a day care center with a bunch of kids. Apparently the supervisor said for them to wait there and not leave and commited suicide in the closet. It was next to impossible to explain that I had to shoot her to thoes kids,they were devistated. I had to stay with them,they couldn't fend for themselves. "Too bad." I said through a mouthfull of my dinner. "Rabitt stew is icky!" another girl said. I rolled my eyes. "You want me to eat it!?" I shouted,giving the two kids an evil eye. They shook their heads and gobbled it down. I wasn't good with kids,and there we're about twelve,not counting the baby named Anna in this place. The other kids nervoulsy finished their stew and hurried off to bed,probally afraid I'd scream again. I have anger issues,I admit that. I gathered up the empty bowls and thrusted them into the sink,running water over them and then going to talk to Simone. Simone was..different. He didn't have brain issues or anything, but he was different. When I found this place he hid under the sink for hours,not daring to come out. "Hey buddy." I said calmly. "Don't scream at the other kids Jen." He said,looking up at me with his brown eyes pleadingly. "They don't understand,but I do,so just don't scream." With that he hurried off to his sleeping bag and didn't talk to me the rest of the night. I scoffed and closed the door to the room that used to serve as a nap place. Simone didn't understand. He'd never understand.

I nervously put a new diper on Anna,giving instructions to Simone. "And remember,don't dare remove the board from the door until I give the secret knock. If anyone comes in you go to the nap area and lock the door with the other kids." I had left Simone in charge on more than one occasion to go hunting,he was responsible and more than one time I had killed a dead one and lured out all the kids from the nap room with food. "Okay Jen." Simone said,taking Anna in his hands. I smiled and ruffled his hair. "Be good okay?" He nodded and I left,watching Simone slide the wooden board over the door and then go play with his friends.

I stood on the bar of a shopping cart and rolled down the aisles of an old grocery store. Assorted junk was splayed over the floor but there were no dead ones and all the supplies wasn't gone. I threw in four bags of barbeque chips to my cart, hoping I could make up with the kids for screaming. I then grabbed two crates of water,struggling to heave them in. I rolled down the next asile. Surprise surprise most of the first aid supplies was gone. I did manage to get a large thing of rubbing alchol and some bandages. I then wheeled my way to the exit,I stopped at the check out and laughed to myself. "Your total is twenty one fifty ." I said to myself.

Wheeling back to the day care on a shopping cart was actually pretty fun. I was lucky it didn't have sqeaky hinges so I didn't worry about attracting dead ones. I smiled for the first time,not forced but in a way that I'd be able to have a real life again one day. When I got to the daycare center I saw something wrong right away. I door was ripped off it's hinges and blood splattered all over the door frame. I dropped my bag and ran in,bracing myself on the bloody door frame. They weren't in the main room,they may be alive! I ran across the building to the nap room,pounding on it despretly. "SIMONE!" I shouted. "O-Open the door kid I'm back!" No answer. "SIMONE! Please be alive!" I felt a tear run down my cheek,running until it got to my chin. I ran into the door,it's weak wood splintering and falling to the ground. All of them were dead. Simone,Anna,all the others... windows were broken and bashed in,a small amount of blood on the edges of the sharp glass. Each kid had blood trickling from a bullet wound in the side of their head. No walker can do this. I watched in terror. "S-Simone?" I said to mostly myself now. "WHO DID THIS!?" I screamed into the wind,hoping whatever weak coward that did this would show themselves so I could shoot them between the eyes. I looked around,hoping for some sign of life in the dead place. On one of the walls,writen in blood it said clear as crystal. " Fear Me."