~Defying the Odds~

*It's a fanfiction of The Walking Dead, an amazing TV series and comic book series :)*

**I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD…..that would be cool though.**

***Go read maddyk Wolfbark's Rise of the Survivors (and the sequel and trilogy!) because we did this together so we will make appearances in each other stories ***

****People in this book may be based off some actually real people who I know….so be nice and this is guaranteed to have gore, love, some swear words, and oh yah WALKERS/ZOMBIES XD****

*****Do you like all my notes?*****

******Sorry but I have made changes and edits to everything, if you read the old prologue disregard it, I've changed it and that will never happen...I promise******

Prologue

Hey, my name is Megan. I was 18 years old when the whole apocalypse thing started. I guess you could have called me a normal teen; had my friends over every weekend, going to parties, going to school, and other average, boring things. Of course I also have some flaws; I had two major surgeries when I was 13, a brain surgery and a back surgery. Now I have a three inch scar behind all my hair, a foot long scar on my back, and two metal rods screwed into my spine. Gross right? At that time, I thought that it was the hardest time in my life. But I realized that was nothing on only an average school morning...that proved not to be so normal.

Like I said, I have some flaws. I'm very optimistic-maybe even too much-, I have a strong opinion-definitely a problem at times-, and I'm not afraid to speak up. These have proved to be both good and bad traits. Like my best friend, Maddy, one of my favorite TV shows was about a zombie apocalypse, The Walking Dead to be exact. Now, I didn't become a 'zombie freak' as Maddy was dubbed in school. But I did watch it and take mental notes in case I was ever in a similar situation.

Which came in handy when the apocalypse began. A horrible nightmare that seemed to never end. Maybe even a night terror. No one in my group seems to know if we will survive. I just live each day to the best and fight for more days. Despite my friends' beliefs, I'm pretty sure that this is a disease that has no cure but death alone. And everyone has been exposed to it and contracted it. Maybe one day, if we are lucky, humans will be in rein again and zombies will exist in small numbers. Maybe even none. Ha, that seems like a dream as I sit here, typing my story in a pitch dark room in a hospital. Waiting for the next herd of zombies to attack.

I have to go soon; the battery is dying on my iPhone. But if you're reading this, take note on all of our failures and our strengths. You're gonna need it. Good luck to you. I hope someone is reading this...

*Okay, more of a background story on me but you get the point. My best friend is working on our stories as well so go read hers (maddyk Wolfbark's!) and she is on her third book, which I will follow the storyline in mine as well. Thanks for reading Daisyheart 3*