Hello there. Welcome if you are a new reader, welcome back if you are a regular. I know I should be updating my other stories but I wanted to upload a little bit of this story for Thanksgiving. I relate zombies to Thanksgiving… I know its messed up. Anyways I've wanted to upload this for a while and I think today is a great day to do it. So here is the first chapter of my Daryl Dixon fan fic. Please review! The more reviews I get today the more I will upload today as well as this weekend. Thank you all for reading.
I basked in the sun on my hammock. It was the perfect Georgia day. I sipped my ice tea and closed my eyes enjoying the relaxing moment.
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring Ring.
The phone on the table next to me rang interrupting my peace.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Anna, how are you sweetie?" My mother's voice rang through the phone.
"I'm amazing. No school, no kids, no people, this is what a vacation is!" I said with a smile. "Have you guys reached China yet?"
"No we're almost there. It should be our next stop." she said as my father tried to talk to her in the background.
"Well, I hope you and dad are having fun. Thanks for keeping in touch." I said with the same tone they used to give me in high school.
"I'll call you later sweetie. Have a good time off." My mother said in between giggles and my father's sweet nothings could barely be heard.
"Bye mom. Love you." I said before the phone began moaning. I immediately hit the end call button, grossed out at my parents. "My mother's gettin' more loving than me and she broke her hip 4 months ago. Pathetic." I mumbled to myself as I squirmed out of the hammock and walked inside. I turned on the TV and began to make myself some lunch.
"The flu bug is so much worse this year. Hundreds of people have been coming into the hospital complaining of flu like symptoms. We can no longer hold any more people. If you are sick stay in the comfort of your own home. If you have a fever, take some Advil and a cool shower. That's the only thing we can do as of right now." the nurse said on the news. Behind her you could see other nurses and doctors running around franticly helping patients.
"In other news Officer Rick Grimes is still being hospitalized after an apparent shoot out with criminals that led the highway patrol on a high speed chase. Please keep the Grimes family in your prayers. He still has not regained consciousness."
"Poor Carl." I muttered as I poured some water in a pot. The news continued on to the weather and other random bits of news they had. I sat down at the table and began to eat my pasta.
As I put the first fork full of the wet spicy pasta in my mouth a crash came from the outside shed.
"Damn possums." I said as I slammed my fork down on the table and got up. I walked over to where my father kept the shotgun or as he called it the 'possum remover'. I walked out to the shed, more cautious than I should have been. This would be my first time to shoot a possum by myself. I heard another crash in the shed.
Jesus this thing must be huge!
I cocked the shot gun and removed the safety. I crept up to the shed door and opened it, aiming in the process.
"Oh Mr. Burns. You scared me half to death; I thought you were a possum." I said taking deep breaths in and out. Mr. Burns, my elder neighbor, hadn't even moved or acknowledged my existence. He just stood with his back to me.
"Mr. Burns are you feeling okay? Mrs. Burns told me you went to the hospital and was attacked! Last she told me your fever was getting worse. Mr. Burns?" I asked since he had yet to respond at all to me. I reached out and touched his shoulder. He spun around at the sudden contact, his eyes were a smoky gray, his face had a certain pallor to it, but that's not what my mind was focused on. It was the dead possum in his hands and the blood dripping from Mr. Burns face. I let out a blood curdling scream and ran out of the shed as Mr. Burns grabbed for me. I ran into the house and locked the door. I ran about the house closing blinds and checking locks. I grabbed the phone and the shot gun and ran upstairs to my temporary room. I sat on my bed and called the cops.
Ring ring ring ring ring ring.
"You have reached the Police department. We are unable to take your call at the time. If this is an emergency please... "
"Hello?" a man out of breath said.
"It's Anna Davis, I think there is something wrong with my neighbor Mr. Burns. He- he tried to bite me." I said in shock.
"Look lady, I don't know if you've noticed but that's what's going on everywhere." the man said.
"What?" I asked quizzically.
"Look outside your window. AHHHH! No! Get off! No!" the man said before gunshots erupted and the line went dead. I dropped the phone in shock and looked out my window.
"Holy shit!" I said as I saw part of the town engulfed in flames. I looked down to the field and my back yard; dozens of people were walking towards my house.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled and ran around the house turning off all the lights. I ran back up the stairs and to the bathroom. I sat in the tub with the shot gun resting beside the toilet. I had locked the door and began to rock back and forth in shock.