Introduction
We all know the story of The Walking Dead, and my story will follow the path of the TV show, but based around a character I have created.
Christopher Walsh, the younger brother of Shane Walsh, has just escaped his hometown in the event of the zombie apocalypse. Bewildered and confused, he makes his journey in to Atlanta in the hope of finding his family and more to the point, to find safety, but will be shocked in what he discovers.
Chapter 1
"Come on you stupid pile of crap," I urged, repetitively jamming the key back and forth. I stepped out of the run down van and took in my surroundings; I could see the vast city of Atlanta standing firm in the background. Slowly, I turned my vision towards the sky, "not long till the sun goes down", I muttered on. I always had a habit of talking to myself, 'guess I am going crazy', I wondered.
I propped open the hood of the car, 'yup, it's done for'. Unnerved, I walked back round to the opposite side of the car, and reached in through the window, inside I pulled out my Mossberg 590, it was Shane's favourite. Lucky I kept one in my locker; all the other weapons and ammo had been raided.
I held the gun securely in my arms, my index finger trailing over the trigger. Finally, I took one last look at the deteriorating bucket of bolts behind me, a glimmer of a smile crept up on my face to the amusement that it had got me this far. Unsure of what lies ahead, I began my descent on the 'big city'.
Time passed quicker than I imagined it would on the journey. I guess time flies when there's a lot to take in. Still, I didn't understand what was going on, I mean why are there-, how are there dead people walking around!? All I know, from previous experience, is that you've gotta kill them before they kill you.
As I progressed further towards the city, there was a distinctive lack of people that immediately threw me off. 'They must be in the centre, it would be a safer zone there', I told myself. What if they're not though? What if they're all gone? What if I'm the last one…?
I let my mind ponder until I reached the outer edges of the city. 'Okay', I reassured, attempting to blank my mind. I travelled onwards to the first street I saw and instantly planted myself against a shop wall. I was prepared for situations like this, well, I was prepared for situations, I'm not so sure whether this is the same thing. Gently, I peered around the corner, there were a few ditched cars and a lot of junk on the floor, but other than that it seemed clear.
Slowly, I moved around the corner, not once leaving the wall- if there's one thing I don't want, it's to get jumped from behind. A shooting pain shot across my neck, a signal that I was flicking my head back and forth far too much, a signal that I had to ignore. I'm not naturally an insecure person, but hell, anyone would be shaken if they were in my shoes right now.
I reached the end, of what at first seemed a long street, but in-fact took no more than a minute to work down. I decisively settled behind one of the abandoned cars. This way I could inspect the two turnings at my pace, not in one go. Firstly, I looked to the right. Once again, nothing more than vacated vehicles. For this reason, I worked my way back to the wall I had previously stood on.
Just as I went to view the left hand turning, the eerie silence was shattered by heart wrenching moans and the patter of assembling footsteps. I knew exactly what awaited me around that corner. And I didn't like it one single bit.
In the few seconds that passed, I found myself sneaking back the way I came, not once breaking contact with that corner. I didn't know what to do, my heart was racing, my head was spinning, and I could barely move. I was unsure of whether to turn back and run away or to just let them take me. I had a shotgun, but what good will it do against a hundred of them? 'This is it', I deduced, 'This is how I die'. And just as I began to realize my fate, I heard it. The roars of a nearby engine.