The Walking Dead: Remastered

by ZombieGamer9188

Austin is a 15 year old child trying to survive in the infected world of The Walking Dead, where the greatest threat aren't the walkers, it's people. Austin lives in Toronto, but must make it to New York City within a week, where a Russian Escape Plane whisks away the lucky survivors. Austin has to walk 706.5 km to the safe zone. Will he live? Or will he join the undead forces? (;

1. Chapter 1

Telltale's The Walking Dead

Hey guys, it's my first FanFiction story, might be a bit short, but I'll do my best. New chapters every about 3 weeks, I'll try to have good grammar and spelling so it's easy to read. Enjoy! Oh yeah, and by the way, do NOT own The Walking Dead, as well as any companies or brands inside this FanFiction, such as the Glock 20, names and places, are coincidences and stuff. Lots of gore as well. Once again, enjoy!

Austin was fifteen, and pretty small for his age, 5'1. He had hazel eyes and messy brown hair and a usually had a blank expression. He noticed lots of things and was a shy person. He leaned against the tall oak, glad for its support. He slowly closed his eyes. Damn insomnia. He woke up a couple minutes later, stretching.

A twig snapped. Austin tensed instantly. What the hell was that. He instantly drew his Glock 20, before taking a deep breath. He walked over. Shoot. A walker stood there, devouring a rabbit hanging from a wire. His trap that Austin had made. Dinner.

Austin carefully took a step back. He only had four bullets, and he wasn't going to spend one on a single walker. He'd find something else to eat. He walked away quietly before looking into his backpack.

A half-full bottle of water, a granola bar, and a can opener with a single can of tuna. Shoot. His stomach rumbled. Better ration my food. Haven't eaten for a couple hours now. Just one bit of granola. One bite- He thought before ripping open the bar of raisins and oats, almost as viciously as the walker.

After eating, he stuffed the wrapper in his backpack before approaching the walker. With a kick, Austin knocked it over and stomped down hard on the head, crushing the skull and cut the stomach open. He rubbed the blood over himself, a trick he learned from a former group of people, leaned against the tree once again, and dreamed.

"You gotta abandon the kid-" "Shut up Vernon! We can't ditch him-" "That's it! We're leaving him! That's final!" "But-" "I'm the leader here!" "I'm so sorry Austin." Crying. Then a voice. "We have to shoot him." A blurry figure pulled out a pistol, cocked it, aimed it at Austin's head, and-

Austin woke, breathing heavily. Trying to erase the tragic memories, he shivered in the cold filled with self-pity. All alone. In a world gone to hell. With four bullets. Three, actually. He was smart enough to know you had to save one bullet for yourself.

Austin gripped the pistol tightly. Shivering in the typical cold Canadian weather. Toronto wasn't too cold, just he didn't have a jacket, just a sweater.

He fell back to sleep, miserable.