This is a choose your own story fanfiction the chooses you make will impact the story, but don't worry most decisions don't impact the ending. for example you may see at the bottom of some chapters it will say something like if you choose - skip to chapter 12. All you will do is go to chapter 12 and read that chapter then at the end of that chapter there will be instructions on where for you to go next. Also sometimes if your asking questions it will say something like if you asked how much water you have. it will say to read section b:. If a question is asked a, b, c, d, will usually show up below and will have a, b, c, d, by the questions. *YOU CAN DIE* so be careful with some decisions. This fanfiction will tell you whos perspective your in while you play or change different characters or sometimes you can choose to play different characters. This story also might skip to flashbacks, but you will be fully aware of that. This story takes place after season 4. Let's begin.
Warren
3:00pm
UHHHH. I slowly climbed out of the aircraft that I had been shot and stuck into. My body ached, I was hungry and in dire need of water. The second I got close to getting out my body collapsed and I fell on the hot sandy floor, I was too tired to get up. But I had to, I needed to get up. Get up! Get up! I kept screaming to myself. I slowly stood up and got an instant shot of pain and slowly cowered down. I must have broken or twisted my ankle in the air craft door when it was closing. I realized that I couldn't just lay here, if a zombie came I would be a goner. I slowly picked myself up and leaned against the air ship I then scouted out my area, it was mostly desert besides a few trees here and there. I decided I would walk towards the sun. If you walk far enough you will eventually find something.
I walked for a long while and was about to give up when a saw a gas station. I approached it with my fists ready (I didn't have any weapons). When I got up to the station it seemed remotely empty and hardly touched, this would have been expected on the account that the area was pretty remote and in the middle of nowhere. I walked into the gas station. There was blood everywhere, blood was spattered on the window and a few dead bodies surrounding the entrance. There was vines climbing up the top of the walls and an open sign which had only the "p" lit up and blinking. I slowly walked inside peering around for any possible weapon I could find. I look forward and I see a zombie. He wasn't really noticing me he's eyes were gray and I assumed he was blind, so I slowly and quietly started making my way across the checkout to a knife I saw lodged into the back of the cashier's head as soon as I picked up the knife I realized that the zombie had stuck it's nose in the air and was violently sniffing around. Suddenly it picked up a scent and came charging at me. I held the knife high and injected it swiftly into it's head. What the hell I thought zombies could only detect humans with sight. I shook my head, maybe it was because this person was probably blind before he was a zombie and he probably had higher senses due to that fact. I scavenged the gas station looking for food, water, weapons, or any vitamins or drugs to help my limp. I didn't find much but I did come out with a knife, some breakfast bars, and 2 water bottles... oh and 3 cigarettes. I slowly limped out of the gas station and kept walking, I didn't have much trouble except for a few zombies, I kept walking till I came to an overview I had drunken most of my water and eaten most of my food and wasn't feeling to good. My ankle must have been broken, Damn I should have tried to patch it up or something. As soon as I made my way up the ledge of the overpass I started stumbling and swaying on my feet I fell down, And then it went dark.
I opened my eyes. I was in a bed? It was warm in the room I was in and it was surrounded by photographs and blankets. I looked down at my foot it was bloody, I slowly picked it up, I was terrified at the sight but all in all my leg felt better. I slowly sat up and pulled the cover off my chest. I lifted my foot off the bed and onto the floor and picked myself up. I walked around the room looking at items as I made my way to the exit of the room. I was able to pass by a mirror and in my reflection I could see that my long hair that was once blond was way shorter and was back to my natural dark brown. I smiled I kind of enjoyed my hair darker than I did light. As I walked most of the photographs I saw were of a tall white man with black hair, and in all of the photographs he was standing alone. I reached down into my boot to find that my knife was gone, I looked around frantically. What if this man came up and he was dangerous? I would be completely defenseless. I looked around till I found a small fishing knife, it wasn't much but it would have to do till I found something else. I opened the door not pleased to find it creaked like all hell. I slowly walked down the annoyingly creaky stairs looking behind each door for any sign of human life. I walked out into the living room. A small fire was lit and it seemed exceptionally homey with the red fluffy coaches and the exquisitely carved coffee table. The only worried about things was the amount of carcasses in the room from a bear skin rug to deer heads mounted to the walls. That's when I heard a "BOO" behind me. I turned around and placed the knife in front of me.
"Don't Move." It was hard to look so brave with a fishing knife in my hand but I think I caught him by surprised for he jumped back, and for a moment I was relieved. Relieved that maybe I would be able to just leave and I don't know keep my skin on my body. And that's when he started laughing, and by was it even so unsetteling on my brave move.
"What are you going to do? stab me? With my tiny old fishing knife?" He broke up into more laughter "Relax but your dangerous weapon down I ain't going to hurt you."
I put it down and rolled my eyes at him. I smiled at him.
"I'm much more dangerous than I seem."
He chuckled "Okay than, well I'm going to make dinner you can join me if you like. If you don't want to then the door is that way."
I thought for a moment he didn't kill me, and I don't really have nothing to do. But he is a stranger, a lonely stranger and those are the most dangerous. What should I do?
Stay with him- go to chapter 3
Leave- go to chapter 2
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