So, this is my first Walking Dead Fan fiction ever! I was really excited to write this and I'm so happy that I'm finally posting my first chapter :D I hope you guys find my story interesting and please feel free to review, follow, share, like, PM me, and give suggestions for my story! Anyhow, anything in this story that resembles the storyline in the Walking Dead show I do not own. I only own my OC character and any of my own ideas.
And as an added note the world doesn't go to shit until chapter 7 and that is where all the action picks up and all the good stuff starts :D The first six chapters basically contain background stuff, like what Rick is doing and my OC-just before the apocalypse hits and Rick goes into a coma. So I basically start off from the VERY beginning and eventually my OC and Daryl will hook up ;) So be patient and I promise it will pay off hopefully :D Thanks :D
Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead
Chapter 1: Where Am I?
I wake up; actually, more accurately I come to. Because I wasn't sleeping, at least I didn't feel like I was just happily sleeping on my account. I had a massive headache, where it felt like someone was constantly taking a hammer and beating it against my head. I don't think I've ever had a headache as bad as the one I have now.
My stomach was also quite jumbled up. My stomach felt all knotted up and achy and it felt as if my stomach was being squeezed or compressed until it would eventually end up exploding and rip open.
'Damn, why do I feel this way?' I mused with myself.
My eyelids flutter open once again and at first, my vision is blurry and fuzzy, but in a matter of seconds everything is clear again, no more fuzzy black patches or splotches. Or, as clear as it can get, because darkness is surrounding every inch of where I am at. The only exceptions are the tiny streaks of light shining through some sort of crack.
'Where am I?' I immediately thought inquisitively to myself, all the while a little panic-stricken.
Quickly, I try to sit up, but to my dismay, I sit up too hastily while I'm still groggy and confused, and a blast of nausea slams into me with dizziness to back up my current sensation. My headache turns into light-headedness and I want to slap myself for being so stupid. All the while, my head hits something above me and I lay back down as the black splotches return and complete darkness invades my vision for a moment.
'Way to go genius…' I thought as I scolded myself mentally and my head unfortunately returned to its throbbing ways.
After laying down for a minute or so I blinked away the rest of the black spots and I could see the faint streaks of light again coming from some sort of crack. Curiously, I finally looked around and observed my surroundings, or what I could make out of them due to the lack of light and it was then that I finally noticed where I was at in my confined space. The back of a car; a trunk. I was in a trunk, the trunk of some stranger's car that was probably a creepy man. I could feel the sudden rush of panic set in and I could feel my skin crawl with worry.
' God…' Was all I could think of at the moment.
Suddenly, I broke out in a nervous sweat and I tried to remember anything that happened before I came to in a trunk.
'Come on think! Am I really that much of an idiot that I can't remember anything? God, come on think-think-think!'
Man, I couldn't remember a damn thing! Why was that?
'Well dummy, your head obviously hurts, so put two and two together,' I thought quizzically.
Hmm, okay so if I was hit in the head, then that obviously explains the throbbing in my head and why I have this maddening headache and why I can't remember single dang thing. Thinking really hard now, I focused and finally, I remembered that I was walking down the quiet, empty, strangely peaceful town road when-
My hand flew to my nose and as soon as I put pressure on the bridge of it, I winced and squealed out a moan of pain. 'Dammit!' I thought bitterly. Careful now, I brushed my fingertips around one of my eyes and I felt that it was slightly warm to the touch, warmer than it should be, swollen and very tender. The slightest touch made my eye sting just a bit.
'So, I got hit in the nose and face with something, now what was that something…'
Closing my eyes again, I thought back and all I remembered was something hard smashing into my face and, something metal it felt like, probably a metal shovel I guessed, and as soon as the metal object made contact with my face I saw some bright spots and everything went black as I went limp to the ground and I couldn't move a muscle and my hearing faded away. I was completely out after that and now I'm locked in the back of a trunk.
'Ha, what a mess I'm in wait…what if whoever attacked me and put me in here comes back any minute now?' My consciousness rang out in my mind.
I furrowed my brows. I couldn't just sit her and wait like a sittin' duck. Now motivated, I rolled on to my stomach and crawled over, or as much as I could scootch myself over in the limited space I had, and I looked around for any sign of a trunk re-leaser. I remembered some time, quite a while ago, that I was watching the news and apparently all American cars being made were required to have a trunk release inside the trunk, which passed as a National law. And if I was just so lucky enough to be in one of those cars, I could easily find the release handle and pull it down and the trunk should pop open.
'Seems easy enough…' I thought smugly to myself.
With straining eyes, I felt around with my hand and all I could feel was rough scratchy carpeting.
'Where the hell is the handle at?!' I growled angrily.
I'll be damned if I was to let any man touch me wrong and make me do something I don't want to. That wasn't the woman I was. I didn't give in so easily.
After what seemed to be 10 minutes without any luck of finding a release handle, or even a cord, button, or toggle switch, I moved on to my other idea.
'Maybe I could escape through the back seats?'
Scootching over a tad bit in the cramped space, I felt around for a spot to push the back seats down. No luck.
'Ugh! I could just tear my hair out right now, stupid sorry ass of a car.'
Rolling back on to my back, I curled my knees up to my chest and relaxed a bit. There wasn't any need in getting myself all worked up. I needed to stay calm, I didn't want to hyperventilate and make myself die. 'How ironic would that be?' I could figure a way out of here. I could if I set my mind to it.
Heaving a sigh, I hummed to myself, which always seemed to relax me when I got stressed out. Pretty soon I was whispering the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, The A Team.
"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die"(Ed Sheeran).
Pretty soon I was unconscious and I fell asleep. When I awoke, I swear, my ears should have been bleeding. As a natural reflex, I swiftly covered my ears with the palms of my hands and scrunched my face up. The car I was in at the moment was moving and whoever was driving was blaring their music so loud that my eardrums hurt and it felt like they were vibrating. I wanted to scream at the person driving but one, that would be completely useless since he wouldn't even hear me, and two, that would be idiotic of me to do because all I knew, that stranger could gag me or knock me out again, which wouldn't help me in any way whatsoever.
I ground my teeth together in frustration. The music wasn't doing anything in curing my throbbing head to say the least, but was most certainly giving me an even worse headache. Not as bad as when I first awoke before, but still, a pretty bad headache that made me want to puke my guts out.
'Well, at least there wouldn't be much puke, since I've barely eaten anything in the past few days and for the past few, whatever hours, I've been in this stupid trunk,' I pondered to myself, while still pressing firmly against my ears with my hands to try and block as much screeching noise as I could coming from that awful music.
The deafening music went on for about another 20 minutes, half our, to say the most and suddenly the car came to a halting stop, jerking me forward and I rammed into the backseat part of the trunk.
"What the hell? Ouch!" I growled through my clenched jaw.
'Hey…at least that god awful music stopped playing,' my mind reminded me.
If I could right now, I would dance around happily and in joy that the music stopped finally. But I wasn't so sure of that feeling of happiness after a few minutes of silence, because that was all there was; eerie silence and nothing else. The car wasn't even moving. No sounds were made. You could have probably heard a pin drop.
'Well…this could be more eventful,' I thought sarcastically to myself.
I firmly believed that anticipation was worse than the act itself, and that is how I felt at the moment. Too much anticipation was bouncing throughout my mind and body. My muscles were so tense. I was pretty sure if that stranger was to open the trunk, I would fight for my life, but what if he…or she, got the upper hand? I could hold my own, I was tough, but I wasn't one to put myself out there. I kind of just took in what I received and locked it in my personal volt. I was kind of like a time-ticking time bomb; just waiting to blow up on whomever. I took everything in and locked it up, even though it still made me feel worthless deep down.
I felt like I was just a pile of dirt, a mistake; don't know why I was even born. But my Dad could always make me feel better. I definitely looked up to him. Well, I used to look up to him. He taught me everything, from working any kind of gun or weapon, to hunting, and some medical things. He used to be the in the marines. He always scolded me though for never speaking my mind. That was just me though. I was quiet and shy. Whenever my Mom and Dad would get into an argument my stomach would churn and I would feel so uneasy that I felt like I was going to get sick. Yelling always made me nervous.
Especially when my Dad found out my Mom was apparently cheating on him with her boss and their relationship got very distant and volatile. My Mom became very snappy and ornery and I was pretty sure every little thing I did was wrong to her. For god sakes, if I didn't say anything when she was yelling at me for some stupid thing she would yell at me for not saying anything and then when I went to go say something she would yell at me for talking back at her. But I just stood there, eye to eye with her as red as a tomato, with a nervous lump in my throat, my stomach churning and tears prickling at my eyes. Anger always made me cry, I don't know why, but it just happened when I would get so flustered and upset. So ultimately, I would end up being quiet and got to my room to go relax and listen to some music.
Then my Mom finally moved out, tried taking me with her, but Dad wasn't willing to give me up. So Mom gave up and just up and left the small town with her bos-new boyfriend. So I lived with my Dad for a while and slowly but surely he became bitter and mean. He stayed out with his friends for long nights, came home smelling like Jack Daniels and stale cigarettes, and would be awfully rude to me. I just didn't know why he was changing? I thought maybe I did something wrong, maybe I drove Mom away, even though I know I didn't, but still, I couldn't help but find some way to put the blame on me.
And on one night, Daddy came home and was hammered, stumbling around, and slurring his words, when we got into a pretty heated argument, well he got mad while I stayed quiet, pale-faced at first then turned beet red. I had that big lump in my throat and my Daddy said something along the lines, "Ya worthless bitch! Just like ya mom, a fuckin' whore! Who ya a sleepin' with huh? Is he a hidin' out in ya room? Answer me girl!?"
I was confused and scared. Why would I be sleeping with anybody, and especially bring home any guys? Not like any took interest in me anyhow. But still, mind you, I was 16 then. I was still a virgin, and still am to this day and now 22 years old. But I just stood in front of my Daddy, the father I used to look up to and stared wide-eyed at him and I said, "Uhh-uhm, no one?" And I said it as a question since I was so nervous and that only fueled Daddy's rage even more. He took a few strides forward and before I could even blink, he snatched me up and threw me against the wall. He then wrapped his large calloused hands around my tiny throat and I could feel the air leaving my lungs and how I couldn't breathe anymore, and I swear I was about blue and purple until he released me and my neck was so sore. The next day, Daddy was sleeping off his hangover, and I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror and there were very vibrant bruise marks on my neck.
From then on, everything was a down spiral and Daddy only got worse, and more nights like those would happen. There would be name-calling, bruises and marks, and bleeding. Pretty soon, when I was near 18, I was getting used to it all, sort of, and I would push back and we would get into a scuffle sometimes, and that is how I became tougher. I kept telling myself that my Daddy was gone; he died a long time ago. He died when my mom left. But I don't think I ever got fully used to the beating part, because I know now that even when a man comes to close for comfort towards me I get uncomfortable and I tend to flinch, even though I know they might not mean any harm, but still, I have that natural reflex. I know I can hold my own, but I still get all fidgety, nervous, and uncomfortable. Especially around people I don't know at all. I'm all shy and quiet.
Just then, as I was recalling those painful years, the car started back up and I could feel the rumble of the exhaust on my back. Then, all of a sudden, I felt the car jerk forward, and I heard the tires squeal and I could smell the rubber burning.
'What the heck?' I thought to myself, thoroughly confused. 'I wonder what this lunatic is in a hurry for…'
FADE OUT
As the two police officers sat in their cruiser, the dispatch went off and the scanner issued sporadic crackles of chattering going back and forth between other police officers. The cops ignored the buzz of cross-chattering and the Sheriff, Rick Grimes, spoke to his fellow friend, Shane Walsh, "What's the difference between men and women?"
Shane, confused, replied, "This is a joke right?"
"Nah, I'm serious," Rick said blankly, while furrowing his brows, looking deep in thought.
Shane replied in a similar serious manner, but with a light air to his tone, "In my experience? Never met a woman who knew how to turn off a light. It's genetic. They're born thinking the switch only goes one way—on."
Rick peered at his close friend for a moment and reached for his cup of coffee in the coffee holder, and proceeded to take a sip of the dark coffee, seemingly lost in thought again. Shane continued his speech, while picking up his uneaten hamburger and went on to take a bite out of it here and there, "It's like they're struck blind when they leave the room. Every woman I've ever let have a key, swear to God, I come home and my house is lit up like a mall at Christmas time. So then my job, apparently because my chromosomes are different, is to go through and turn off every light the chick left on."
Shane sets his hamburger down and reaches for the large soda cup, filled with coke, and takes a long slurp, washing down his hamburger bits he just got done chewing up. Shane speaks again in a serious tone, "This, then, is the core basis of the male-female dynamic. The yin and the yang."
Rick glances at Shane, "That right?"
Shane chuckles and smiles, "Yeah."
Rick just speaks out distracted, "Oh," and goes back to looking intently out the window of the police cruiser. Shane goes back to eating the rest of his hamburger. Then, out of the blue Shane speaks again, "So, how are things with Lori?"
Rick, still looking out the window ominously, speaks, "She's good at turning off lights. I'm the one who sometimes forgets."
Shane's quirky grin fades and he adopts a much more serious expression, "Not what I meant."
Rick, shifting in his seat that seems to squeak with every little inch he shifted, sighs and admits to Shane, "Our night wasn't the best."
Shane rolls his eyes, "No shit, now what the hell is going on Rick?"
Rick clenches his jaw, "You sound like Lori, always asking me to tell her what's going on, but the most surprising thing is, when I tell her what's going on she seems to get impatient, like she didn't want to hear what I had to say anyway. I feel like she's pissed at me all the time for everything. I don't get it."
Shane shrugs, and speaks confidently, "Just a phase bud."
As Rick was about to say something more, the police scanner buzzes and catches both the attentions of Rick and Shane. The Dispatcher sounds off a quickened voice, "All units available are needed. In progress right now-high speed pursuit on Highway 20. Again, all units available needed with local assistance. Suspects are two males, both Caucasian. Extreme caution advised. .."
Rick twists the key in the police car and the engine roars to life and in a second the two police officers are out of sight, cruising down the road, away from the small town to the scene.
So, as Rick and Shane are now entering farmland, passing farmhouses, fields of corn and big red barns and grand houses, the lights on top of the police cruiser are blinking red and blue and Rick and Shane come to an immediate stop.
Rick pops the trunk while Shane hops out of the police cruiser, leaving the door wide open, and grabs the spiked tire strip out the back and unravels it across the black top. Shane jumps back into the police cruiser with Rick and as Rick puts the cruiser in reverse and backs up, another police cruiser shows up on scene. Rick and the other cruiser create a roadblock with their cars, and they all jump out of their cruisers, take position with their guns fully locked and loaded, and aim, while they all wait and listen.
FADE OUT
As the car I was currently in swiveled around the road, I, still in the trunk was bracing myself. The crazy ass lunatic who was driving this car was making all these sharp turns and drifts, and when we were going what seemed like straight, the car would jerk back and forth, left and right, like the driver was abruptly switching lanes. I had to put my feet up and arms out with what room in the trunk was given to me to make sure I didn't roll around and hit the corners and walls in this cramped trunk. All this swiveling around was starting to make me car sick. I felt like I was on some carnival ride that spun around and around and did a bunch of flips and stuff like that. My headache was now on full-blown mode and I felt nauseated and dizzy.
And damn myself if my ears were deceiving me, I think I just heard police sirens. Lots of police sirens at that.
'Am I hearing things now?' I thought to myself, confused. 'Wait…maybe I'll be rescued from this cramped trunk and whoever kidnapped me will be thrown in jail. But how would the police know I'm back here…it's not like I talk to anybody all that much, it would surely take them a few days to even notice I was missing, wouldn't it?'
All of a sudden, my footing slipped and I was roughly jerked and slammed over to the wall of the trunk where the back seats were at as the driver hit the brakes and as soon as the brakes were hit, the driver immediately slammed his foot on the accelerator. I rolled to the other wall of the trunk, slamming into that one.
"Dammit!" I screamed out loud in frustration.
Then, out of nowhere, I heard a loud popping noise. 'Shit, that doesn't good at all...' I thought; panic filling my whole body as I was still being thrown around in the trunk. And, worse than before, the driver starts to swivel around on the road and, like a flipping roller coaster, I feel the car start roll over and the car just starts flipping, rolling, and smashing against the pavement.
In the trunk, I bang my head numerous times and I have my eyes squeezed shut while my muscles stay tense and I hold my breath. I want to cry out, but I can't conjure up a single sound I'm so scared. The sound of metal screeching across the pavement is ear-splitting, like chalk scraping on the chalk board, and I can hear glass shattering. I think I hear a man's voice scream in pain…two actually. But I wasn't so sure. I couldn't tell exactly.
Then, what seemed like five minutes, the car comes to a stop. On its wheels, since I'm on the fuzzy carpet part of the trunk, because I can feel like the scratchy carpet on my bare arms and legs. I'm in a black tank top and white shorts. And everything is so still, as if time has stopped. The only thing I can hear is my own ragged breath and lots of police sirens. There's no shouting. Nothing.
So hopefully my first chapter wasn't too bad ;) But anyhow, I hope you guys all enjoyed it and will review and let me know what you think and make any suggestions of if I should change/add anything :) In the meantime, I'll be working on chapter 2!