Author's Note: Okay, I am reading The Walking Dead graphic novels, and this following story is inspired by the same graphic novels that I mentioned earlier. This is a work in progress, so if I get some things wrong here and there, I apologize, and any help will be greatly appreciated. This is also a girl/girl story, but do give this a read anyway. With that in mind, please enjoy.
Chapter One: The Day Hell Broke Loose
Have you ever had a bad feeling that wouldn't go away? It's the feeling that is like you know that something bad or horrible is going to happen, and there is nothing that you can do about it. Well, to be honest here, the only thing that you can do about it is wait or the utter hell you know with every fiber of your being, and every ounce of common sense in your mind, to break loose.
Anne Crane wasn't the one that was feeling like that. She knew that while there was bad people out there, as long as there were some good people in the world, it was going to be alright. She had the mind set that if something bad went wrong, she would be able to at worst handle it.
The problem was with Anne's girlfriend, Veronica Steel. She was a preschool teacher, so she was already with that kind of motherly instinct, and was always on the lookout for something that made her look around for any trouble. That is one of the things that Anne loved about her, that Veronica was protective of any one that she cared about, especially Anne.
Anne would do her best to ease Veronica's troubled mind, and any other time, she would be able to do it no problem. This time was different, something was really troubling her, and for Anne, it made her do something that she really never had to do.
Worry.
It was late at night, and Anne was sound asleep in the bedroom that she shared with Veronica. She was able to get asleep sure enough, but Veronica began to toss and turn a few hours in. Anne reached over to Veronica's side of the bed, and didn't feel her there.
"Ronnie?" Anne called, flipping on the light as she looked around for her. She kicked off the sheets, and walked downstairs, looking around for her.
"Ronnie?" Anne called out again.
"Living room." Veronica called back to her. Anne walked into their living room, and saw Veronica staring out at the nighttime in her t-shirt.
"What's wrong?" Anne said. She knew her long enough to know when there was something really bothering her.
"I had a really bad nightmare." Veronica said.
"Oh? What happened?" Anne asked her.
"It was scary." Veronica said. "It was like the world has ended. There were zombies everywhere, and the last humans were forced to fight off these zombies like every other day. Things just got worse and worse every day."
"Jesus." Anne said.
"It gets worse." Veronica said. Her voice was shaking, and in the moon light, Anne could see tears in the corners of her eyes. "Somehow, I got bitten by one of those things, and I turned into a zombie. You tried to keep me around, but you had to kill me..."
Anne stood there speechless. It was obvious that this dream was really bothering her, and the severity of that dream bothered Anne. All she could do was walk up from behind, and hug her girlfriend.
"Babe, if anything bad happens, I am here to protect you, okay?" Anne said.
"I know that. Thank you." Veronica said, returning the sign of affection.
The next day, Anne got a call from her boss, who said that it was urgent, and she needed her to come in. Anne saw Veronica off to her school, and Anne herself headed right over there to see what her boss wanted.
She scanned her pass, walked through the building and said hello to all of her friends and coworkers there, and went right to her boss's office.
"Miss Miller, you wanted to see me?" Anne asked softly.
"Yeah, come in." Miss Miller said. Anne closed the door behind her, and sat in a chair in front of her desk.
"What's wrong?" Anne asked her.
"Well, one of our employees, Sgt. Cal Dunes, didn't show up for work today, and he wasn't answering his phone, so I want you to go out to his address, and see what's wrong. He or his wife are not answering their calls, so it is worrying everyone that they know." Miss Miller said.
"Why me?" Anne said.
"I contemplated calling the cops, but he might just be at home sick, and forgot to call in. Besides that, if anything does jump off, you have your piece, and you are able to take care of yourself.
"Okay then, I will go see what's up with him." Anne said. She quietly said her goodbyes, and was out the door to see what was wrong here.
Anne did exactly what she was told, and after a few minutes of driving, she pulled up in front of Sgt. Dunes house. She stepped out of her car, and walked right up to the front door. She glanced around as she walked to the door, and nothing really looked out of place, nor that she could have noticed.
"Dunes? It's Anne." She said as she rap with her knuckles on the door. No answer.
"Dunes!" Anne shouted, knocking again. She knocked even harder, and the door opened automatically.
"Dunes, I am coming in!" Anne announced. She stepped inside, and no more than a step in the house, she noticed signs of a struggle.
Seeing the possibilities of a burglary or robbery in progress, she drew her weapon, and continued to walk through the house. She took a look around, and noticed the more she walked through the house, the worse things looked.
As she moved towards the back of the home, she heard moaning, and strangely enough, the sound of someone eating something.
She turned the corner, and saw Sgt. Dunes, kneeling over his wife.
"Dunes, it's me. Lt. Crane." Anne said, slowly approaching him.
Dunes finally turned around, but what Anne saw, shocked the Lieutenant to her very core. A quarter of Dunes's head was gone, and he was moaning like a zombie.
"Jesus..." Anne said as she reluctantly took a step forward. Dunes growled barbarically, and charged right at her. Anne didn't want to fire her gun, and when Dunes tried to grab her, she flipped him on the ground, and he crashed with a thud.
Anne looked behind her at Dunes's wife, and saw that she began to reanimate as well. She got to her feet, moaning like her husband, but Anne saw that she had her intestines falling out of her body.
"God. What the hell is happening here?" Anne whispered to herself.
Miss Dunes began to stalk towards Anne just as her husband began to stand up on his own. Anne felt them closing in on her at the same time, and she ducked just in time for the couple to crash head first into each other.
Anne sighed as they both got up again, and still began to try and get at her.
"Okay, enough is enough." Anne said. She raised her gun, waited for the perfect shot. Once their heads were lined up perfectly, she fired. The shot went through their brains, killing them both.
It took a moment for Anne to register what just happened, then she remembered what Ronnie told her the night before. Was the world ending, or was this something even more ominous than that?
Anne stood against her car and watched as various cops, investigators, and ambulance workers entered what was Sgt. Dunes home and came back out. It still rattled her, seeing what happened, but she had to do what she had to do. What really bothered her was the fact that they were both like zombies, the same type of creatures that Ronnie told her that she dreamed about. No way was this an isolated incident.
"Lt. Crane." Miss Miller said. "How are you holding up?"
"Well enough." Anne said. "I hated having to do that to them, but they attacked me, what was I supposed to do?"
"What happened in that house supports the claim that they attacked you, but the way that their bodies were brings up just what happened to them." Miss Miller said.
"You know that I didn't kill them, right?" Anne said.
"I believe you, but we still have to find out what happened to them. So, as you know, you can't leave town while we sort this out." Miss Miller said.
"I know, just what was he doing though that could explain this to him and his wife?" Anne asked her.
"I guess that he was doing something secretive, and that turned him into that zombie, and his wife was collateral damage." Miss Miller said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Christ." Anne said.
"Yeah. Whatever you stumbled on, it's big, and it is going to get worse." Miss Miller warned her.
Anne quietly pulled up to Ronnie's school, and saw some cars there, but not many. Most of the staff at the school left for the night. Anne needed to talk to Ronnie, and seeing as how she was able to go in and talk to her now, without interference most likely, she could do that.
Anne got out of her car, and walked towards her classroom. She did not want Ronnie to sit in the school by herself after dark. Ronnie, most likely, was setting up her class for the next day, and Anne would go and sit with her while she did what she needed to do.
As Anne walked through the halls towards Ronnie's class, she had the thoughts of having a child. It was something that she had thought about, but with her sexuality and preference to women, she wasn't able to have one on her own. It was something that she had to talk to Ronnie about.
As she approached her classroom, she heard Ronnie scream, and a table being flipped over, along with various things being thrown around.
"Stay away from me!" Ronnie screamed.
Anne kicked the door open, and saw a zombie approaching her. Anne, thinking quickly on her feet, grabbed a flag pole, and stuck it through the zombie's head, killing it instantly.
"Ronnie, are you alright?" Anne asked, helping her girlfriend to her feet.
"What the hell? What was wrong with him?" Ronnie asked her.
"It was a zombie." Anne said.
"A zombie? What the hell? Where did that come from?" Ronnie asked Anne.
"Something big is going on, this isn't the first time that these things have popped up today." Anne said. "I had to neutralize two of these things earlier today."
"Anne, if something terrible is going to happen to us, would you tell me? I know that you have to keep a secret, but would you tell me if you could, right?" Ronnie said, looking at her with those blue eyes that made her fall in love with her in the first place.
"Sure, babe. Of course I would." Anne said.
After the cops secured the scene, answered all of the questions that the investigators asked the couple, Anne and Veronica went on home. They talked about everything that went on that day, and they finally went to sleep as nightfall descended upon them.
Once she was sure that Anne was asleep, Veronica slipped from Anne's loving grip, and walked towards the bathroom. She began to sweat heavily, and as she turned on the light, she began to feel more than a little nauseated. She carefully closed the door as to not disturb Anne, and then she lifted up her shirt.
That bite mark that was there was a sign that she was eventually going to turn into one of those things eventually. She wanted to tell Anne about what happened before she got there, but she knew that it would kill her eventually about the fact that she was unable to protect her.
"Sorry, Anne..." Veronica said, tears growing in her eyes. She shut off the light, and returned to bed, knowing that the worse of this situation has yet to come.
Author's Note: Okay, once I already got an idea as to where this story is going. The next chapter is going to be posted soon enough once I get the chance to type it and make adjustments on it. Thanks for reading!