This is my first fanfiction. Be kind :*
It doesn't matter who you were before this. It doesn't matter if you were awful and mean or lovely and sweet. Because when I awoke on June 12th, 2006 everything that meant anything was gone. Yes there is still money in my pockets, but it is worth nothing to us now. There are still women in dresses and men in suits, but there eyes do not see anymore, there faces no longer smile. Instead they drag their decrepit bodies in a never-ending search to indulge in their hunger.
I was not scared when it began. I did not flinch at the screams of my neighbors. I did not try to help anyone. You see, I was not afraid because I knew this was coming. I had a dream on June 1st 2005. I saw Atlanta from above. I watch the blue and red lights flashing below. I watched as the people scurry around like ants going about their day. And then, in an instant it all changed. There were shrieks, and gunshots. There were growls and moans. But most of all there was blood. The last moments of my dream were filled with planes napalming the city, smoke, fire, and a voice. She said my name, and said me, You will live.
It took me sometime to decipher and trust my dream, but I did not do it alone. The presence of the owner of the voice never left me. She guides my way and gives me the instincts to survive. I did not know exactly what was coming or when, but I knew it will be bad, the casualties will be great, and societies will be devastated. I never saw myself as one of those doomsday peppers, but I had a strong impending doom feeling that I just couldn't shake. But eventually I decided that I would follow what Fate wants me to do. That's what I decided to call this presence. I do not know she it is god or an angel, or my imagination. But I trust her; they haven't let me down so far.
My neighbors came by to complain of the noise when I started my construction. I shrugged them off with non-committed promises to keep it downI had limited time to finish this, that much I knew. I would work night and day without a care for their sleep. They asked me why a sixteen year old "child" would need to build more onto my huge empty mansion. I smiled sweetly and told them something along the lines of, "Piss off, what I do in my spare time is my own damn business."
My house is grand. My parent's were rich, they never did tell me what they did they were very secretive of their careers. And then one day they never came home. When they died they left me everything. I was a 15-year-old orphan girl with a fortune and a nanny. They died two years ago now. It seems like ages ago. So much has changed. I found their hidden room when I started construction on the underground quarters and reinforcements. It was filled with artillery, melee weapons and other gadgets. There were pictures of my parents all over the world, dressed in outfits with numerous weapons in holsters. I still don't now what they actually did, or if they even died in a car accident. But I felt a feeling of happiness about my findings that day. I had no time to waste on being angry or upset at them. I had things to do, things to prepare for.
Five months after my dream, I had finished building the under ground quarters. I already had 8 bedrooms in my original part of my house. But I needed more. I didn't know why I did, but I figured I would find out in due time. One thing I do love, is a interior design. I loved changing my rooms about when I was younger. I took advantage of the 6 underground apartments waiting to be designed. I cared not of how much money I spent. I knew I wouldn't have use for this money soon, might as well spend it when it counts. The last room I designed was a nursery, for who's children, I do not know. There are other various rooms underground like storage, recreational, dinning hall, bathrooms, blah, blah, blah. I could probably fit a good amount of people here. Math isn't really my forte, so I'll figure it out as they come.
I had four acres of property, which a ten foot tall cast iron fence surrounding the perimeter. I had a feeling this would not be enough to keep them out. I wondered what I exactly needed to keep out. Hopefully the answers were coming soon.
Eight months after the dream I had finished gathering my provisions, I had a stock room isles. The shelves were filled with non-perishables, various supplies, personal items and water to last three years at least. In the corner of the room is where I installed the solar powered generator and water pump. I put the panels on the entire roof. If the world was ending, that didn't mean I would be giving up my hot showers.
On June 15th I finished pounding the last four foot wooden stake into the ground. I had them in the ground diagonally about a foot from the fence pointing outwards. When I ordered all four hundred stakes a couple months back, the cashier looked at me like I should be put in the nutter house. At the time I didn't disagree. For all I knew I could have been schizophrenic. But now I know I was right. I watched the news when it first began last week. I did not imagine that this is what fate was bringing us. A plague on mankind in which did not end with death. But ravaged through the living by the jaws of the undead.
I saw my fist undead about three days ago. It was a child, my neighbors three year old, Cassidy. I watched her tiny hands reaching towards me through the post of the fence; she was too small to be stopped by the stakes. Her eyes were unseeing, her mouth poured blood that dripping down the front of her footy pajamas. I let out a strangled sob and fell to my knees just out of the reach of the little girl. 'She isn't in there. She is with me now my child. The brain. That is how you stop the Devil pawn.' Without a second thought I grabbed my trusty hunting knife and thrusted forward.
Today has been just as uneventful as the last seventy-eight days. I sit down at the bar stool by the Island in my kitchen. Days like today, with absolutely nothing to do, I often allow myself a moment to think. I wonder what happened to my nanny, Silvia. She came with us from Russia when I was seven. She never left. But the day before I saw the first news report, she told me she was going to run to the market to pick up extra milk. She never returned. I knew the town wasn't safe if she couldn't make it the one and a half mile back to our home. She never questioned me on what I was doing or what I was preparing for. She was so loyal to my family. I think she knew about my parents and felt that I must have the same type of persona. She knew I would be able to take care of myself. I just wish I didn't have to loose her so soon. 'Cry not child. She is still with you. You just cannot see.' I smiled at Fate; she has been quiet for quite some time
I stand from my seat and lay myself tummy down on the floor. I place my legs together and my toes on the ground. I use my arms to push me up like a plank and back down again. The repetition and burning of my muscles eases my whirling mind. 'Get up.' I'm on my feet before I blink. Go out the gate. Quick. I grab my katana off from above the mantel and follow the directions of fate. I run down the pathway, slip out the gate and lock it behind me.
What the heck am I doing outside of here. There is an undead trying to claw at me a couple feet away. He is impaled on one of the stakes. He has only one arm, the other a gaping wound of rotten flesh. 'Pay attention. They are coming.'
I look to my right and out of the forest run two large men. On there tail is a group of undead. Oh yes, this is exactly what I need, to release some aggression. I stand in the path of the fleeing men and they ran past me without a glance. That is until they notice that I was already slicing off the tops of the dead's heads. One by one they fall to my feet and I giggle with each demon pawn I defeat. All the undead are focused on me as well as the men who watch wide eyed as tiny little me slices through the group. I hear rather than see there are no more moans and only silence. I wipe my sword off on a shirt of a corpse and sheathe it. There is a small amount of blood on me, but I growl in annoyance anyways.
"Great I need another shower now. Fuuuuck." I spit out as my eyes cutting to the new threat next to me.
This world has changed. There is no one to protect you, no one to come save you, all you have is yourself. No way I will let these fuckers rob me or kill me or worse. I draw my gun and point it right at the meaty guy's pretty bald head. The men look at me like I am a sideshow at a carnival. Who the F are these hicks anyways. My vocabulary has become mouthy with all the time I have spent alone. I can finally swear without my nanny whacking me with a ruler. Hope I don't offend Fate to much.
"Woah now Suga, why don't ya put the gun down, we ain't gonna hurt ya. Right brotha?" The big bald one says in a slow soft voice. The other man nods and I cock the hammer of my gun. The big man looks a little sick now.
'Wait. Put the gun down. Dixon. Their last name is Dixon. Merle is the bald one. Daryl is the hunter.' I nod in understanding and return my gun to its holster. They continue to look at me in that same nervous way that fills with relief as my lower my gun. I walk right up to them and stop a mere foot away from the two. I reach to the middle of their chest. I look up and study the one the other called brother. He is attractive in a way that I never thought would stir the warmth in my lower tummy. The arms of his shirt are torn off to reveal the sculpted arms and I wonder what they would be like around me or holding me down. Stop, don't even go there. Oh damn, stupid teenage hormones.
The other man is a bit taller and older I think. Merle is his name. It's a weird fucking name. Merle. Sounds like trailer park name to me. Fuck, I really need to stop these judgemental thoughts. You have changed. You are kinder now. As I scan him more I see the ripple of his abs under his shirt. Oh lord, save me, for I will sin. Love is not a sin. Oh shut up, I think as I roll my eyes. I never said anything about love.
I flick my eyes to the men again, trying to ignore Fates comment. The older is smirking at me and the younger man cocks his head in confusion. Yup, these men defiantly think I am crazy. I can't keep conversing in my head like this. And Of course my mouth is always ahead of my mind as I say the next words without much thought.
"Ah yes, Dixon brothers. I have been waiting for you. Come now. We have much to do." I speak in my most sweetest voice.
I almost couldn't keep my composure when I saw their faces react to me knowing who they were. I quickly unlock the gate, usher them in, lock it again and turn to walk towards my mansion, without waiting for them to catch up.
