{Alright guys so this is my first shot at a Walking Dead fanfic. I do post an author's note normally at the beginning of each chapter. I also base how quick I update based on how many reviews (good and bad) favorites and follows I get. I do post a schedule of my updates in my bio but that can be subject to change based on each stories popularity but this by no means that I will stop writing a story because it is lacking in those things. I do not own the Walking Dead only my own characters and anything else that you do not recognize.}
In this world you must keep your eyes wide open, your heart thumping, stomach empty and your body ready for anything. This is the apocalypse. This is my world now but, it wasn't just my world. No it was my eight year old son, Christian's to. It had been days since I had actually ate anything or slept. We ran from a horde and ended up running right into the heart of Atlanta, not exactly my best move. We had managed to find enough food for Christian and some small hide outs throughout the town. We had been stuck here for two days, barely moving each day. I was armed with a gun, bow and arrows but, this was not something that I wanted to use. One of them would lead to many and I had to think of Christians safety. I had yet to find survivors and in a sense I was hoping not to. This change in the world had turned people worse than they were before, if that was even possible. Christian kept his hand attached to my worn out and ripped dark purple shirt as I drug him through the city. I kept my bow and arrow ready for anything in front of me as I rounded each corner. As I rounded another corner I saw a convince store that seemed to be in rather good shape. I looked around us to make sure that no one or nothing was near us before I lead us to the store. I peeked through the windows before I deemed it safe to enter. I waited for the door to close behind us and my eyes scanned the small store. "Christian you know what to do right?" I whispered
I looked behind me at him and he nodded his head before he went and sat behind a shelf while I investigated the store for any undead person. Each aisle I walked down I placed my bow in front of me. There was nobody in the aisle's which left me with one last place to look into. I walked behind the counter to the door that was labeled office. I looked back over my shoulder to make sure that Christian was still doing okay before I placed my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath in before I quickly pushed the door open, raising my bow once more. There was a horribly disgusting smell that started to waft from the room. I placed my hand over my nose trying not to gag on the smoke. On the floor was a body of a man with a picture of a woman in his hand and a gun in the other. It was obvious that this man would have rather died by his own hand then by someone else's or turn into one of them.
I reached cautiously over to grab the picture. She was pretty who ever she was to this man. I placed the picture back in his hand and looked for something around me to cover him with. It wasn't much but, there was a jacket hanging on the door. I grabbed it and placed it over the man's face. "Mama?" Christians voice called for me
He must have been worried by the sound of his voice. I walked out of the room and closed the door. Christian had moved to the counter area. I smiled at him and placed the bow on my back and walked around the counter. "Let's look for some food huh?"
He nodded his head excitedly and started to run around the store while looking for food. I stood at the front and while I kept my eyes on him I searched through the front. After about 10 minutes both me and Christian managed to find some small things. I found myself some smokes and we found some water, some sealed nuts and canned food. We sat down in front of one of the aisle and I opened up one of the bottles of water letting Christian take the first drink. Just as I was about to open up the nuts, I heard some scrapping sounds just outside the store. Christians eyes grew twice in size and I pointed to an empty spot on one of the shelves. "Hide." I ordered him
I pulled a arrow between my fingers and aimed it directly at the door. Anything that was going to come through there was going to meet my arrow first. The door was pushed open quickly and a face I never expected to ever see again stood in front of me. His deep blue eyes that reminded me so much of the little boy that crouched hiding beside me. My bow met his and neither of us looked ready to let up. A sheriff, a black man and an Asian man stood behind him. At first it didn't look like he remembered me that was until he looked me over a couple times. His grip on his bow loosening a little. "Paige?"
Christian sensing that they were not the undead came running in front of me. He swung his arms out in front of me glaring at the group of men. "Don't hurt my mama!"
