Authors Note: May change the story from the 1st person view of the prologue to 3rd person for the rest of the story. Keeping it in 1st person might give off the impression that a character is "safe" and in the world of TWD we know that's not the case. Haven't really decided where I want to go with this one or how large of a scope it will have so it might be slow to progress near the beginning until I get the whole story arc worked out. I'm still sort of a novice at this so bear with me.
Prologue
I know what you're thinking, so go on, yuk it up. Sad part about it is that what you're thinkin' is probably true. To be honest things in Detroit haven't changed much in the past few months, ever since people started coming back and eating each other. D-town's always been a dog eat dog world these days. Pops said it used to be different back in day, before the factories turned to rust. Now I don't mean to go off on a tangent here so let's get back to the situation at hand. Oh yeah, the eaters. The first one I heard about was some gangbanger. The freak went after some kids and the cops had to put him down. They figured he was a duster; all hopped up and didn't take two seconds to think it over. We didn't see another one for six weeks, some old man in a nursing home. Only then the CDC and them government folks come down here and start taking it seriously. I heard the man on the news talk about them things popping up in NYC, Jersey, Oregon, Georgia and California and PA. Talk on the internets was that the very first incident could be traced back to some swamp in England, Scientist folk talking about microbes from Mars or some shit. Who really knows where it came from and at this point who the fuck cares? Three or four months after that they were popping up left and right round here; law enforcement got too distracted by the eaters that the thugs got even harder than before. National Guard got called in and most of the folks round here were taken away. Not me though, this city has been my home all my life; me, my brother and his little girl we hid out in the old UPS warehouse til the Army just gave up on this town and rolled out.
It's been about a year or so since then; haven't really marked the calendar so no one can say for sure. Winter's come and gone and we're back in the summertime again. Sad to say my brother got bit when the eaters chased us out of that old warehouse. His little girl had to see me put him down too; no kid should have to see that, even in Detroit. Since then we've gone back to my old house. The fence is sturdy, not a lot of people roaming around, living or dead. Picked us up a few new friends too. Might as well introduce you to the gang now huh? My name his Terrence Tucker, I was a city bus driver back then. This little darling here is my niece Tatianna; she'll be turning 12 sometime around fall. The buff guy with the messed up cornrows and no teeth, that's Shawn Evans; everyone calls him Chompers though. He was one of those fools running with the Crips til he finally wised up and started popping eaters instead of bloods. The foreign guy in the kitchen is Vijay and I can't even begin to pronounce his last name. He was the Slurpee jockey down at the local pump n' dump. The teenage drama queen is Rachel Samson, a high school girl who did part time in the Starbucks at the mall. That white couple over there is Fred and Lisa Stark; he was one of the good cops who stuck around to help out the folks in the 'hood when the rest of 'em left us to the eaters. They had a little boy too but well, we know how that goes. He's up with my brother and Jesus now. We all got to trusting each other real well through all the shit we've been through. We make supply runs every now and then and keep our heads down. We ain't no heroes, we won't be the ones to end this. We just try to stay alive, hoping and praying that someone somewhere will this mess sorted out and can all start to rebuild.