Chapter 1 - One first look

After several gunshots the whole building woke up to see that their safe place began to fill with lurkers… but some of them were sound asleep until a really loud awakening brought them in to the hell they were in.

"Dayna WAKE UP!" Her fingers dug in to her pillow so quickly that the man didn't even see the thing flying towards him.

"LEAVE! I HAVE BEEN ON SHIFT FOR 27 HOURS I DON'T CARE IF THE ZOMBIES BREACHED IN AND THEY ARE AT THE END OF THE HALL!"

"Ok… Tell them that!" The man started shooting the walkers that were doing exactly what the girl said.

Her head snapped up from the warm sheets as all the tiredness in her slipped away with the sound of the misery that was to come.

"What happened?!"

"They breached the defenses and now are at the end of the hall" He said the last few words in a mocking imitation of her squeaky voice.

"… pack what you can and let's go." And so she did.

"OK! Now Run! RUN!"

"I am!"

"When I find that bitch I am so going to kill her!"

"WHO?"

"Anna Correa!"

"I am sure she is already dead if she unleashed this…"

"I don't care… I am going to kill her all over again!"

"Crawford was gone down the pipe long ago anyway! FUCK!" Turning the corner the woman didn't realize she entered right into one of the biters. Its growl as it snatched her hands was the only thing that made Dayna realizes just what grabbed her. As she tried to release herself from its hold she could feel its skin sticking to hers and breaking, revealing several bugs running furiously out of their home on to her arms and body. Its mandible opened wide letting out a gory liquid, a mix between its organs and blood long since decomposed smelling horrible, down her collarbone.

"DAYNA!" The man plunged forward towards the woman scalping the walker that grabbed her before he could take a bite. The creature fell on to the floor in a puddle of his own gruesome insides as the couple continued running. The building quickly became overrun only because of one woman, everybody that was still alive was either too stupid to make a break for or gone already.

"Adam we're not going to make it!"

"Yes we are! SHUT UP!" The excruciating screams of their survivor friends filled the corridors as they went up the stairs towards the roof. Up in to the bell tower they found a man simply staring out the window. His back was hunched in defeat as his facial features only emanated tiredness… disappointment.

"Oberson!"

"Hello Adam… Dayna!" He greeted the couple as if it was just another day in his life, as if the sun is shining and the birds are singing…

"I know… "

"Then do something!"

"There is nothing else... I can do."

"What?" As Adam was simply staring at the man now shuffling with a piece of rope in his hands he could see as a few dozen of walkers have started running up the stairs. "Ober… son…"

"ADAM STOP HIM!" Before he could do anything the man jumped over the edge hanging by the huge bell in the ceiling. "NO! Damn it! We are dead, Adam!"

Looking around the place he found a rifle Oberson just left behind. Grabbing it he started shooting the things coming towards them. Heads were bursting and bodies were turned to simple chunks of meat but they kept on coming. Rage clear in his eyes, Adam spat at Oberson who was still struggling as his neck didn't break in his suicide attempt. "Fucking coward."

"Adam… they are closing on us." The girl was making a few steps back as the walkers were crawling their way towards them.

"Fuck it!" With a nice kick one of the windows in there broke in to thousands of shards.

"What are you…?" Before she could finish he already took some stairs he found nearby and threw them out the window.

"You first!" The woman nodded and as quickly as she could she descended on to the other roof quickly followed by the man as well.

A year add or take after...

Game of thrones style Adam has long since foreseen the fact that the winter was coming and now the place was pure white. Dayna's breath was coming out in short frosted puffs as she was trying to get her hands a bit warmer but they remained chilly and cold. Adam was desperately trying to fight the pain in his fingers as the freezing metal of his gun bit from his flesh.

"Are we there yet?" As she asked this once again, Dayna was simply watching the sleepily flakes, their chaotic yet beautiful patterns, falling straight and steadily from a gray sky.

"No." Long ago they finished any kind of discussion, used up any kind of topic… there was just this lingering need to survive… to live even if everything around was dying.

"Adam?"

"Huh?"

"I am cold." And she definitely was. As the icy winds whistled around her, her skin became tingly and in some place like her fingers and toes it started stinging her painfully.

"No shit…" She sighed from her failed attempt to attract his attention.

They kept on walking that white wasteland their target being Wellington as everyone's else. Still it was so far away… all the way to Atlanta. After a few hours of silence she started to take in to account any kind of sound or movement until she was really preoccupied in listening to her footsteps… the crunchiness of the snow under her boots was quite delightful and when she saw that her every step left behind these crisp footprints she even started skipping for a bit until Adam made a small threatening growl. She then, just like a scolded child, kept her gaze to the ground. After a while she started again, yet this time she could feel the gentle snowflakes tickling the end of her nose which made her stick out her tongue to have a taste.

The only thing she hadn't felt was the fact that the air was clean and pure for a change, that is what raised Adam's mood. Everything seemed quieter and there was something around him… peace.

"Look there." He finally spoke pointing out to a group of people. They both ran behind a truck as Adam was trying to peek at the strangers. "I think two groups just met up and are not happy to see each other.

"Ohh… they are drawing their guns."

"It's going to end in bloodshed…"

"We should do something."

"Yeah… when two fight the third wins…"

"I wasn't talking about that…"

"Hmm… I knew you'd agree with me!"

"Adam try listening to me once in a while."

"When I will have a suicidal tendency I promise I will… until then just stay put."

"You're an ass…"

"As long as this ass is alive I don't mind it." He took his gun over the car and after removing the safety he positioned himself to target. "Some of them are Russians."

As they both fell silent the strangers could be heard, a bit muffled but clear enough to make out what they were saying.

"WE HAVE A BABY!" A little girl could be heard from the group.

"Children, Adam! Children!"

"Not… my… problem."

"I'll do it!"

"You! Don't even try it, motherfucker! I guarantee I'm a better shot!"

"DROP IT! DROP IT! DON'T FUCKING DARE!"

"DON'T MOVE! I SAID DON'T MOVE!"

"Everybody be cool! This doesn't have to go down like this!"

"KENNY DON'T!"

"Oh shit!"

"I will if you make me! Don't make me do it!"

"Ok... Dayna… stay here… this is going to be… Dayna! FUCKING HELL!"

The woman was already to the spot where the groups were screaming. She ran as fast as she could almost slipping on the snow a few times until a man shot someone and the mayhem started. All the threatening and yelling's stopped when the first gun emptied. Shortly Dayna got shot in the arm. The bullet went right through her coat and after splitting the flesh remained in her muscles in a painful hole. She crashed to her knees and quickly covered her head with her palms. One of the Russian came right next to her but as her coat was white and she held the hood over her red hair he didn't see her.

The man was fighting another guy not older than herself, quite pale and weak looking with an orange torn up shirt. In their shuffling, as the Russian was visibly much stronger conquered the other one but before he could put a bullet through the guy's head Dayna grabbed her gun and shot. After opening her eyes she could see the huge man falling backwards on to her with half of his skull blown to bits. When she managed to get the body off, Adam was there angrily looking at her, his eyes were fixated on to Dayna and his eyebrows seemed almost to connect, his lips were pressed in a thin line as, surely, his teeth were crushed by his rage.

"I can't believe you did this!" With a strong grip he grabbed her hand painfully and pulled her away from the battle but not before she took a glance at the man she just saved. He was looking at her with his dark eyes unsure of what he was seeing but he nodded at her as a 'thank you'. She smiled back as she attempted to wave her hand. "Are you kidding me?!" Some gunshots followed them so she had to follow Adam if she valued her life.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!?" He was gripping her wounded arm digging his fingers deep in to her tore flesh making blood sweep out of it in painful waves. " YOU GOT SHOT! FUCKING SHOT, DAYNA!"

"Stop it… it hurts!"

"I don't CARE!" He threw her hand in to her chest furiously as he grabbed his backpack and snatched a first aid to tend to her wound. She tried not to squint as the shooting pain he created was intensifying. The most awful part was when he pulled out the bullet that got stuck in her muscles… good he used some painkillers for that, afterwards he poured some iodine on to her arm, the thing tainting her skin brown dropping on to her black jeans was excruciating but Dayna knew if she were to show her emotions Adam would just make it worse. Then the stiches… at those she couldn't keep a scream in which made the man make one or two more stiches than needed.

"You can bandage yourself." He thre in her lap a small white role and some adhesive to stick it.

"Do you think the bullet will… have some permanent effect?"

"If it hit something important? No… you were lucky… besides one little problem..."

Her eyes widen in shock at his words. "You will always suffer from what medically is known as Going FUCKING NUTS!"

"Ha-Ha!" She stuck her tongue out at him before starting to bandage her arm.

"What was with all of that DAYNA?!"

"Hey… I saved that guy."

"It wasn't our problem… what if the friends of the guy you killed will look for us! What if that bullet would have hit here?" His fingers hit her hard in the forehead making her almost tumble back.

"I would have been dead."

"EXACTLY! Fuck Dayna… I am not even going to continue." So he simply went to get out some cans of food.

They both settled next to the fire Adam managed to make. The flames were flickering for a bit warming both of them up. The cans they heated were disgusting as always but food was food and there is no more time to be picky but Dayna just couldn't stop thinking about everything she loved to make before all of this.

"Do you remember? When I used to make those spaghetti?"

"The ones with cream and eggs?"

"Yup… those ones…"

"Ohh… you mean that time when I got mad because the things wouldn't stay in my fork?"

"You dropped everything on yourself!"

"Hey… You don't want that to happen again… in especially with these beans."

"God! I laughed so hard that I almost died…"

"I had to do the Heimlich…"

"More like boob crusher!"

"Hey! You were seven… you were flat!" They both started laughing at their childhood memory even if it was kind of bittersweet. Still without her brother Dayna would had long since died and Adam without his sister would had long since gave up having no purpose to survive so their relationship even if at a first glance seemed cold it was a really tight and strong one.