I miss Walking Dead, desperately. I seriously can't wait until October when it comes back. This is a product of that longing, so please enjoy.
Oh, one more thing, the Greene's will not be in this story. So if you're a Hershel or Maggie lover, I'm sorry, but you won't find them here.

We're going down, down in an earlier round

And Sugar, we're going down swinging

I'll be your number one with a bullet

A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

If you would have told me five months ago that I'd be fighting a brutal, bloody battle against the undead to survive, I would have laughed in your face and told you to give me some of whatever you were smoking, because the thought of zombies taking over the world, of a cannibalistic disease gripping the human race was just too fictional to even consider, and I Katelyn Paige just didn't believe in things that only existed in horror movies and nightmares. But sometimes nightmares come true, against all odds. No one knew what had triggered the outbreak, or even what this sickness truly was; Bacterial, Fungal…No one knew. Fuck, we didn't even know if it was global, but we knew for sure that it was national. The US was gone; ravaged by the dead, and only small groups of survivors remained, as far as the army or any other US defenses went, there hadn't been any new broad castings for weeks and weeks. The camps that had been set up were big and overcrowded, and the sickness ran right through them, the walkers feasted on the living and it was pure and utter chaos, me and Ellie, my identical twin sister, had barely made it out alive, if it wasn't for our dad we would be rotting hunks of chewed on meat…he didn't make it out with us.

But that was months ago, and life wasn't too terrible now. We were living on a farm, one that had belonged to a very paranoid, probably schizophrenic old man; the place had not one, but two fences around it. The first was not even really a fence, It was a wall. A tall, nine foot brick wall with only one entrance, an iron gate which you had to enter a code to get into; that secured the land, which ranger for nearly 4 Acers. The second was an even taller chain link fence around the farm house and barn, which was probably about a mile in its perimeter. Fucking insane, right? Imagine how we felt when we stumbled across this place. The man who owned the house was name Howard F. Montgomery, we had learned his name from his wallet which had been in a locked drawer, and he had served in world war two, which I guess explained the extreme paranoia, because I mean really, who in their right mind builds a brick wall around their land? There was also security cameras set up everywhere and at least a year's supply of canned food in the basement…I seriously think that wars take a major toll on people's psyches, but hey, his insanity was our saving grace. On what we called the Mongomery Farm, me, my sister and thirteen other survivors made a home to the best of our abilities.

There was Bo, he was an older man, probably in his early sixties (I know that that sounds old, but he was a Bad-ass to the highest degree possible) and we had appointed him our leader. Before the world went to shit, he had owned a weapons store and hunting was not only his hobby but his work, so he had taught us to use guns.

Etta; was a black woman in her seventy's. She was raising the kids, in the beginning I could hear her cry's at night for her own kids and grandkids. She was the matriarch to our group, the mother. Strict and kind, all in one, she had ,no joke, hit Auggie in the ass with a wooden spoon after he cursed like a sailor at the dinner table.

Jeff; was an asshole. But a brilliant asshole, he was a physics professor at Yale before all of this and was seriously the smartest man I'd ever met. He was tipsy most of the time, and had a sharp tongue, but he had grown on me.

Neela spent her days trying with all of her might to figure out what this was, what was happening. She'd go outside of the gates and study the walkers. We'd even killed a few so that we could take skin samples. She had been some sort of scientist in the old world, and she was determined to find out how the outbreak had happened. We'd made the cellar a sort of make due lab for her, gathering what ever lab-like supplies we could from the local towns.

Tara was Bo's thirty two year old daughter. She was an art-therepist and usually had the kids drawing to get out their feelings. She even had Ellie drawing to get out her feelings, but I refused. Seventeen year Old's didn't need to draw tear stained portraits of fucking zombies devouring their families.

Lucie was twenty two…and seven months pregnant. She frequently fretted on how she was going to raise a baby in this world and I frequently told her that she should have wrapped it up.

Trev (or as I liked to call him since I had found out his birth given name was August) Auggie was big, buff and Mexican. He had a hot head, and the fists to back that head off. He was a walker-killing machine, but would play with the kids constantly and help out in the kitchen. I liked his tattoo's.

Julian was twenty six and had been in his first year of residency went the sickniss hit. He had told me of the horror's of the hospital, how army-men were shooting everyone, even the unbitten, and how he had hidden, like a coward. His words not mine. He never really forgave himself for hiding and carried it around like sack of rocks.

Joey was the joker, he always kept things light, but there was sadness in his dark eyes, I wondered what his story was constantly. Ellie was in lust with him and would blush every time he was close to her. It was sickingly cute

There were the kids; Matt who was elven, Sarah who was six and baby Rowan who was what we had estimated to be elven months or so old. Matt and Sarah were really brother and sister, but Julian me and Julian had found Rowan, in the arms of her dying, bitten mother on a scout to the nearest town. The woman had begged us to take her baby, to save the infant as she choked on her own blood…it had been fucking horrible. Matt was moody, and I was pretty sure he was going through puberty and Sarah talked my ear off all of the time. I loved them; they were little light's in the darkness.

And then there was Daniel Owen, Dan. He was gorgeous, twenty four, tall and lanky but with a layer of muscle and shaggy light brown hair and hazel eyes framed by long dark eye lashes. I had instantly taken a liking to him the moment I met him, he was just so…fuck. He belonged in a magazine, not in the apocalypse. He was level headed most of the time, a friendly smile spreading across his plump lips, but I had found out he had one hell of a temper when him and Auggie had almost beat each other's faces in a few weeks ago. He had issues about our relationship, about the age difference and I really didn't get it. Age should be the least of our worries and Jesus Christ, seven years wasn't that much! It seemed like with everyone else he was so chill and cool, but with me he was tense. There was constantly an air of conflict between the two of us. Because he kept denying what everyone could see was there.

And that's what lead me to the day that I meet Sophia Peletier.

So this chapter was pretty much to introduce you to my main character, and the other survivors of Montgomery Farm. I hoped you enjoyed it. Next chapter Rick and the others come in. Please review with any thoughts, opinions, etc.