Author's Note: Hi fellow LOST fans! Four years after having gotten this idea, I've finally written it! It turned into a six chapter story, excluding a prolouge and an epilouge. So, 8 chapters in all! Wow! This is my very first multi-chapter fanfiction. I have never written anything this long before. I'm not what I would consider a good fanfiction writer, but I have to say, after this story, I hope I've gotten a little better at it. I can't believe that it's only taken me 3 months to finish this. I've had one chapter finished for 3 years and now, I finished the whole damn thing in the year of 2016. I have a great feeling of accomplishment! No matter if the story is good, or bad, at least I have that feeling. So here it is. Finally! My LOST AU Zombie fanfiction with our very own Miles Straume in the lead and Kate Austen by his side. Our Frank Lapidus will also be there, along with a few other surprises! Any words you have for me, will be greatly appreciated! I welcome constructive critism and advice! I can most definitely use that in the future! I hope this has come out as a readable story and that you guys will enjoy it.
My very first multi-chapter fanfiction! :)
Mad World – Prolouge
His feet pounded the pavement as he ran with all his might. His breathing hitched in his throat. The ground sent shock waves up through his feet and legs. They were gonna cramp soon. It stung and the muscles tensed with every step he ran.
His heart pounded in his chest. For a cop, he was out of shape. He couldn't breathe in air. He had to stop.
He stood in the middle of the street. Cars were parked and abandoned on both sides. The sun was annoyingly hot and burned his skin. He sat his bag down on the ground and leaned over - 9mm pistol in his right hand. He sucked in deep breaths as fast as he could. He coughed hard. No water. The bottle he had, he'd left in the car.
Home wasn't far away. 3 more blocks.
He looked behind him. They were coming.
Going to the station had been too risky. He should have never left the keys in the car.
A poor, desperate soul must have seen it from afar. All he knew was that his car was gone when he came back out. He shouldn't have risked it just to get guns and ammo.
They growled. 50 meters behind him, if not less. He exhaled hard.
Picking up the bag of guns, he slung it over his shoulder and started running. Inside his head he repeated the same panicked sentence, over and over.
"Please be OK. Please be OK. Please be OK."