Yay a Walking Dead fic! I do not own anything but my character, Amanda Ray. She will be depicted as Emmy Rossum and the outfits are on Polyvore. Happy Reading :D Keep your eyes peeled for my first Walking Dead fic I've been working on since March! You'll love it, I promise!

Unexpected Surprise

Amanda's curly brown hair bounced on her shoulders as she ran through the woods. A hoard of Walkers trailed behind her and she was ammo-less. She stashed her gun in her denim backpack and continued running. Damn, why did that hoard have to spot her? Amanda was looking for a durable car to drive and she could smell their dead flesh. She didn't pay any attention until who grabbed her and nearly dug their sharp teeth into her shoulder. Amanda has been running for about ten minutes before she could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She muttered.

Ahead, she spotted a small abandoned cabin shack.

"Great!" She panted.

Amanda quickly ran into the cabin and locked the door behind her.

"Who goes there?!" An old, whiskey smelling man rose from his bed.

Amanda turned around with a startled gasp. "Oh, sir, I'm sorry but could I stay here until the hoard of zombies-"

"NO! Get out of here!" The old man pulled a shotgun on her.

"Shit!" Amanda tossed her arms up to the level of her eyes. "Don't kill me."

"Go away!" He felt around the room.

Oh damn...he's blind.

Amanda moved out of his reach. "Okay. I'll leave."

"Where are you?" He followed her footsteps.

Amanda grabbed the doorway. "Over here!"

The man ran towards her when Amanda opened the door and watched all the Walkers invade the shack.

"AHHHHH!" The man howled while Walkers feed on his internal organs.

Amanda covered her mouth and quickly ran out the door then closed it behind her. Her weak legs made her fall down the three steps and face plant the woodland's floor. She rolled over to her back and held her head with one hand while her right arm lied straight out. She slowly stood up and picked up her fedora then continued on the road. She hated going through the woods when the sun set over the horizon. The woods were ten times creeper and dangerous than the roads. Her boots scoffed the pavement and her skirt bounced lightly. She needed to hit the gas station for food and water. She couldn't tell where she was. Amanda did know she was somewhere in Georgia and needed a place to crash.

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Her wrist watch read 9:00 when she reached some gas station. The windows were busted and this place was completely unprotected but Amanda was a risk taker. She blocked and windows and doors with the steel isle dividers. She found Brisk tea, small protein bars, and gum. Not much but this would be her dinner until she could find food later. She used her backpack as a pillow and tried to get some shut-eye. But about thirty minutes later, it sounded like the Indie 500 outside. Amanda popped her head up and heard cars pass by. She stood up and the lights of the car blinded her. She put her hand above her eyes to create a blind for her. When she saw that the car wasn't going to stop, she jumped out of the way and the car crashed through the door. Amanda quickly stood up and looked at the people staring back at her.

"Are you fucking crazy?! You could have killed me, you bastards!" Amanda yanked the passenger door open. "Get out so I can kick your ass!"

A brawny type man stood up and towered over her. "You talkin' to me, Curly?" His thick southern accent boomed.

Amanda took a few steps back. "Uh...yea! Are you guys drunk or something?"

A hispanic man stepped out of the driver's seat. "This is our gas station."

Amanda crossed her arms. "It's mine now so go away."

The brawny man grabbed her arm with his only hand. "Get in the van." He commanded.

Amanda struggled to get free. "Let me go..."

"Get in the van." The hispanic man repeated the brawny man.

"I wouldn't want to damage that pretty neck of yours." He stuck his blade to her jugular vein.

Amanda nodded slightly. "Okay, fine."

The man opened the door for her and sat her next to a man with glasses.

"Hi, I'm Milton. Can I ask you a couple of questions? It's part of Woodbury policies." He smiled.

Amanda shrugged. "Um..sure."

"Great, thanks." He arranged the papers and took a pen from his pocket.

The hispanic man threw the van in reverse and continued down the road.

"What's your name?" Milton asked. "Full name, please."

"Amanda Victoria Ray. I-I'm sorry, but what's this for?" Amanda looked at his papers in his lap.

"We keep tabs on Woodbury residents. Better to fill it out now than later." He cleared his throat. "How old are you? Don't lie." He laughed.

Amanda blinked. "I'm twenty-seven."

Milton wrote it down. "Have you been bitten yet?"

Amanda shook her head. "Obviously not."

The brawny man chuckled.

Milton checked the 'no' box. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"Only to dumbasses." Amanda laughed.

Milton laughed with her. "Alright, last one before we assign you a house. Do you have any special skills that can give to Woodbury?"

"Excuse me? I have to give?"

"Well, yea. What can you do?"

Amanda rubbed her lips together and tried to think. "I...don't know. What needs to be done?"

"Milton." The hispanic man stopped him.

Milton looked at him. "Yes, Martinez?"

"Why don't you let the Governor help her with that, huh? He knows what needs to be done." He looked at Milton through the mirror.

Milton nodded. "Alright then." He smiled at Amanda. "We're done here."

"The...Govenor?" Amanda dared to ask.

Milton nodded. "He's a great man. I'm his advisor so I'm kinda like his-"

"Bitch?" The brawny man laughed.

"No.." Milton sighed. "Why don't you shut up for once, Merle?"

"If that's even possible." Martinez added.

Milton looked at Amanda. "I'm his advisor."

Amanda nodded. "Great." She sighed.