Bond couldn't quite figure out why people were running as he had entered the city. James Bond was on a mission from M. He was to kill Quincy Bell, a notorious war lord and drug dealer. Bond was driving through the town when some guy came up to his car. The guy looked at him and a low moaning noise came from his mouth. The guy saw another person and started chasing after him. Like kids at a playground Bond thought. He continued on till he reached the building Quincy was in.
The house was a disaster. the door had been knocked off its hinges, windows were shattered, and a light was flickering on and off. Bond pulled out his gun, and walked slowly to the house when he saw something move in the garage. He walked towards the garage when he heard that moaning sound. Strange, why would they be moaning. He walked into the garage and saw a guy huddle over some boxes. He put the gun to the guy's head and that stench, what a horrible stench, the stench of decaying flesh.
The guy turned around and what Bond saw was horrible. The guys jaw had been ripped open. His tongue looking like it would fall out of its mouth. Skin and blood fell onto Bond's hand. The creature gave a loud growl. As it got up to get Bond, he could see that its stomach had been ripped open, and its heart plopped down to the floor.
The creature reached out its arms to...to what? Choke him! Bond shot the creature in the arm. The bullet didn't effect its movement towards him. He shot the thing in the chest, throat, mouth. Oh what could slow it down. The head! Bond went to shoot in in the brain. But when he shot the gun again, he found that he had no bullets left. The guy tried to grab his arm but he jerked away. He reached for something, a hammer, anything. His hands found something and he pulled it above the creatures head. He thrust the object into the top of the creatures head. The creature was dazed, or at least seemed dazed. then an arrow out of no where went into the guy's brain.
James Bond looked in the direction the arrow came from. A man, brown eyes, and brown hair, going into to his forties. The man came over to Bond and pulled out the arrow. The man looked at him. Bond held his hand out, the man took it "Names Drayl. My brother Merle is inside looking for supplies."
"The names Bond, James bond. Might I ask you, WHAT was that Thing!"
"Not really sure, Me and Merle just call them walkers." Drayl than proceeded to the boxes the walker had been by and opened them. "Merle, look what I found here... some Meth! Looks like you've been busy!"
"That doesn't belong to you. That stuff is evidence for MI6 to put a drug dealer named Quincy Bell behind bars!"
"Dude. I think you where going to put a bullet in that Quincy guy's head."
Another guy, this Merle, came around the corner and looked twice as old as his brother said "Whoaa brother, looks like we can have some smokes tonight. Who is this low life."
"Bond, James Bond, and that is evidnce for..."
"You have no idea whats going on."