The Walking Dead
By HaleyAlexandria - I Do Not Own The Walking Dead, I Only Own My Character Samantha.
The Beginning
"He just went on a delivery. He'll be back in just a little bit." Ron tells me.
"Thanks." I nod my head and take a seat at one of the tables in the restaurant. I look around for a few minutes messing with a place mat until I hear something on the TV that gets my attention.
"People are scared tonight." The man reports. I look up at the screen and watch. "People are being attacked and bitten all over the streets. Our sources confirm that it's happening all around the US, and some think that it's some sort of virus. Many eye-witness accounts state that after a victim is bitten they begin acting like their attackers. We are assuming that this means that the 'virus' spreads through DNA contact. Many people, including ourselves have tried to contact the Center for Disease Control, but no one yet has gotten through. A warning for everybody watching; Stay inside until morning, and stay calm. If your mind is clear then you can get through this until morning. " He looks down at the table for a moment and then back up at the camera. " We - We have just gotten a call from the first floor; the 'virus' is in our building... It's moving fast. I guess this means that it's my last report." He gives his best fake smile and continues speaking. "I just want to say, that, I love you Miranda... and - and my beautiful baby girl Charlotte... Lock the doors honey... This is your host Daniel Harter, saying goodni..." there's a scream and the camera goes blank. My eyes widen with sadness.
I take a deep breath and look outside and see a fire in the distance and people running and screaming... I just got here five minutes ago. Five minutes ago people were fine. People start running in and out the door as the lights begin to flicker. People are covered in blood and leaving trails behind them...
What the hell?... I think to myself.
Then I think "Glenn!" I shout above the noise, he's not back yet! Oh God. Oh God... What if something happened? Just then the lights go off completely. I look over at Ron behind the counter as he attempts to make a call. He hangs up the phone and shakes his head at me.
"Try your cell-phone!" I call to him. Lights from outside blind me. I hear tires screech and a door slam. Who's parking in the lot? I ask myself. They shove past the people in the doorway and stop and look at me.
"Thank God!" He mumbles. He rushes towards me and pulls me into his arms.
"Glenn..."
"Sh. I'm fine." He pulls away and looks at me. "But we have to go." He looks outside at the chaos. "Now." He begins to pull me towards the door.
"Ron. Come on!" I call and he follows us. As the three of us walk towards the car Ron is jumped by a group of people. I can hear him scream, and can't force myself to look away.
"Samantha! Lets go!" Glenn calls. I turn back towards him and jump into the car. Almost as soon as I do he pulls away and onto the streets.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"I don't know. One second I was delivering a pizza, the next I was throwing that pizza at my costumer and running away." he tells me. "Our apartment building is crawling with these things."
"You went back to the apartment?" I asked.
"Sam, babe, you don't know how bad it is out there." he reaches a hand over and puts it on my knee.
I take a few seconds to try to understand what's going on. "So what's the plan?"
"Get on the highway and out of the city." He tells me.
"How do you know it'll be better?" I ask.
"What?"
"I said, how do you know it'll be better, where ever we're going?"
"I don't..." I turn my head towards the passenger window and cry silently. This is the start of the zombie apocalypse... I saw what they did to Ron...
A few minutes pass and we make it to the highway which is crowded with traffic. But people really want to leave so it's moving fast. That is until about forty-five minutes of silence later when cars begin to slow and all I can see is miles and miles of cars ahead.
"Crap..." Glenn sighs.
"What?" I straighten myself up in my seat and watch outside as he pulls over.
"We're out of gas."
"What?!"
"I didn't have time to fill up the tank!" he exclaims. "We're going to have to walk." he stops the car. "Damn it!" He whispers. We both get out of the car and walk to the trunk. He hands me a backpack full of food, water and medical supplies, and he carries a duffle bag full of our clothes. "Come on. Stay between the cars." He takes my hand and pulls me through the center of traffic. More and more people are beginning to do the same thing since they can't get anywhere with their cars, while others are staying in waiting out the crowd.
Glenn and I continue walking, when I get this strange feeling that I'm being followed. I don't know if it's the fact that people are getting out of their cars or what. I turn my head and see a group of the infected maybe twenty yards away.
"Glenn!" I say urgently.
"What?" He stops walking and looks at me.
I use my hands to keep him moving before I respond. "We're being followed by a group of... of... them." I whisper, trying to make sure that no one else around us hears me and makes a scene.
"What?!"
"Glenn, just keep moving!" I whisper. He listens to me for a few seconds before a gun goes off behind us. I duck and spin around as Glenn pulls me close to him. We both look in the direction that the infected were and see someone shooting at them. It's a man, forty, maybe forty-five years old. He hits all five of the infected in the chest and they stop moving for a second but then gain speed and move towards us again. Glenn pushes me to the side and blocks me with his body from everything that's going on.
"Glenn..." He looks back at me and I know he's not going anywhere.
"Hey, uh, guy!" Glenn shouts in the man's direction.
"What do you want?"
"You - you have to shoot them in the head... haven't you seen any Romero movies?" Glenn responds. I peek over Glenn's shoulder and see the man roll his eyes, but he doesn't hesitate to shoot each one of them in the skull. Once the infected fall and don't get back up Glenn turns back around and we continue walking.
"How did you know to do that? We're not in a George Romero movie." I ask him.
"I heard on the radio before I got to the apartment that shooting them in the head was the only way they were going down... and, well... the brain works everything, and if that stops working, then so does that person or whatever." he whispers to me. Usually I would laugh, but I'm not really in the mood for laughing at the moment; we're not safe, I don't know where we're going to go... or even if we'll make it there.
"How much farther?" I whisper.
"I don't know." Glenn squeezes my hand and we continue to move.
"Glenn, I'm tired... we've been walking for three hours, almost four." I yawn. I jogged earlier today for two hours, my feet hurt and the colds getting through my thin hoodie so that I shiver every step I take. Not to mention I'm scared. I shiver again and Glenn stops.
"What?" I ask.
"Come here." he pulls me forward and lifts me up into his arms, carrying me like a groom would carry a bride. He takes the back pack and flings it over the shoulder opposite to the one with the duffle bag. I lay my head on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay." He mumbles. I'm not really sure if he was telling me or himself, but I could tell that he was as scared as me.
Another half an hour passes in and out of a daze. This night is going to be long, and I'm afraid that by morning Glenn and I will be so exhausted that we'll be killed. I doze off again until I hear the sound of a helicopter. Glenn stops walking and we both look up into the sky where we see the helicopter fly above our head and over Atlanta, the one place that was sworn to be safe, and hover above it.
"What are they doing?" I ask.
"Rescui..." He's cut off by the explosion from the bomb that the helicopter drops.
"Oh my God!" I bury my face in Glenn's shoulder. Everyone stands in silence and watches their home burn. Some of them are lucky enough to see the big part of city still intact. They must have hit the most crowded area.
"H-Hey!" I hear someone whisper. "Was she bit?"
"No." Glenn answers.
"Do you guys need a ride?" they ask.
"Uh... Yeah. That would be nice." Glenn responds and sets me down. I look over and see the man who was talking. He's in his 50's and he's wearing a fishing hat.
"My name's Dale." He reaches his hand out to Glenn and then to me.
"I'm Glenn and this is my girlfriend Samantha." Glenn tells him.
"It's good to meet you... I just wish it were under better circumstances." Dale smirks and then leads us to his RV where a few others wait. It looks as if Dale is getting a group together. "You guys can stay here, I don't really care where just as long as you don't break anything, RV's already been through enough." Dale's tone lightens the mood a little.
"This means a lot. Thank you." Glenn pats Dale's shoulder.
"Really." I do my best to smile.
"It's nothing. We all deserve a chance."
(A/N: This is my Walking Dead Fanfiction where Glenn has a girlfriend. Obviously there's no Maggie in the future.)