Author's Note: Since I had been told countless times that my main Falling Skies story is basically FS with TWD characters I decided to satirize myself and do exactly that. Managed to get a few opening paragraphs and a fragmentary outline for two distinct versions of the story, one from the TWD characters' perspective where the walkers were subbed out for aliens and the other from the aliens perspective who are revealed to be the originators of the zombie plague which includes both walkers and aliens as adversaries for the TWD cast. This one is the former, the latter I decided against posting for the moment. This one basically follows through the timeline of the TWD TV series with the walkers to aliens change in play. Hadn't actually planned on continuing this but I might as well put what I have out here for people to see and if there is enough of a positive response for it I might give it a go. I know I don't really have much on it now (There are a lot of fragmented chapters I have to fill in the gaps on and right now I'm a little too burnt out to do that but I'll at least finish through the first episode of TWD in the coming weeks.) Let me know what you think of the premise and if it is worth continuing.
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Chapter I: Reincarnation
As the walkers tore into Rick's flesh he reflected on his last moments. His sorrowful mourning retreating into the depths of his mind served to dull the excruciating pain, a pain that would be over very shortly. How had he gotten this far only to be cut down on a routine supply run? It was the sad fact that no matter how secure you might feel that in this world one wrong turn, one minor slip up could still end it all. Death comes for us all, never had that statement been more real. He had seen those close to him fall victim to this cursed earth. He suffered greatly and grew from those experiences still mortality was never more real than when it was one's own mortality staring him down. So many had gone before him, why should he be any different? Rick could only hope that his soul, whatever it was that made him who he was did not remain with his body when it was resuscitated as one of them. Whether he simply ceased to be or was flung into the furnaces of hell either alternative would be preferable to becoming one of them, doomed to the fate of a mindless eater. Unable to move while his muscles were tore from his bones he watched his son and his friends perished around him. As his nerves snapped and his blood drained out the pain drifted into nothingness. His thoughts slowed, every second felt as if it was a lifetime. The moment was closing in on him and then darkness.
Rick gasped for air waking up abruptly in his hospital bed. The room was abandoned and disheveled. A vase of dead flowers sat by his bedside. Empty IVs were hooked up to his arm and electrodes taped onto his head and chest connected to a dead EKG machine. An equally dead EEG machine was sitting on the other side of him as well. He sat up to see a chair wedged against the doorknob holding the door shut. Rick looked around to see the windows shut but not latched. He peeled the electrodes off his body and removed the needles from his arm before he stood up on his bare feet. All of this seemed so familiar Rick thought as he deliriously walked towards the door. His head ached and his sense of equilibrium was way out of whack as he staggered slowly out the door. His throat was parched and his muscles weak, he probably hadn't had much nourishment for some time. As he walked into the hall he noticed a set of double doors leading into the morgue chained shut. He knew this place, he remembered this precisely. It was all coming back to him. Everything was exactly like the first day he found out that the world had ended except for one detail. The locked door was plain, untainted; it did not have the message of "Don't open. Dead inside." or "Don't dead. Open Inside." as it had read literally. Was this his life flashing before his eyes before he passed on just like the tales of near death experiences would suggest occurred upon physical death? Or was it all happening again; had he been sent back in time to that first day by some freakish act of God or granted some mystical foreknowledge of events to come so that he would not repeat the same mistakes? Was it just the freakiest coincidence that he had dreamed up a doomsday scenario just like the one that was playing out in front of him? The sense of Deja Vu was overwhelming when Rick exited the hospital and saw the bodies laid out and burned outside the loading docks. There were trucks and ambulances still in place just as he had remembered. There were walls built of sandbags and barbed wire around the vehicles forming them all into a makeshift wall. There was also something peculiar was added to the mix, something he did not recognize from his memories, if they were memories at all. There were horse drawn wagons abandoned outside the de facto wall built buy the motorized vehicles. The horses had long since been released but the wagons remained, some filled with the bodies of men, women and children.
Rick looked over the bodies of the dead, specifically the police and National Guard members looking for a weapon. He wouldn't be caught unprepared this time. When he found no weapons he wandered away from the hospital and headed towards the police station where in his recollection there had been quite a cache of arms for him to collect. Along the road to the police station Rick passed deserted houses and a spattering of abandoned cars. The vehicles were parked along the curb and in driveways and parking lots just as if it was any ordinary day. That was much like he remembered; it wasn't until he got onto the highway leading out of town that he had come upon the endless traffic jam from an aborted evacuation. The cars that stuck out to Rick were the ones that were left out in the street all alone. There were a couple that had bumped into each other in minor fender benders all well. By the time Rick reached the police station he was surprised that he hadn't encountered any walkers by then. He hadn't heard their hissing and snarling sounds at all. The whole town was eerily quiet, too quiet.