Hello, Hello! This is my first fan fiction for The Walking Dead. I haven't decided if this will be a Character/Oc story. Nevertheless, any sort of feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or any of the main characters

Also, I apologize for my oc's speech; It was an attempt to write an accent for her ^^"

Prologue

The day was like any other in the southern part of America; the sun protruded out, but not enough for one to die of the heat. The young Irish woman stepped out of the rented Volkswagen Golf and into the light, standing across from the enriched home. She drew a deep breath before stepping to the door, knocking before waiting for someone to answer.

Soon enough, she was greeted by a familiar face that she had come to know in the past few years; another young woman not older than she, with brunette hair tied into a braid and fair, healthy skin. She bore her a smile, hugging her as the Southern drawl in her voice came out as smooth as silk.

"Anya, long time no see!" she greeted as she pulled away, calling to her husband in the other room, making him aware of their visitor. "Come on in!" she motioned the other woman to enter the home.

"Thanks, Rachelle. 'Tis nice to see you as well." Anya muttered, stepping into the living room to meet her counterpart, Kian. The male barely had time to react before Anya tackled him on the couch. He grunted softly at the sudden weight being distributed on him by his twin.

"Ye missed me that much, lass?" Kian asked in a light yet sarcastic Irish tone, trying to push her off.

"What gave ye that idea?" Anya replied in the same matter, this time with a hearty chuckle before pushing herself off. Kian got up after her, ruffling the top of her scarlet-colored hair as he looked down at her with the same light green eyes.

"Come on then, we've got much to tell." Rachelle told the two, motioning them to a different room to talk.

"So, do ye know the gender? Names? Anythin'?" Anya asked quickly, unable to hide enthusiasm about an addition to their family. To this, the couple laughed as they heard the young woman ramble.

"The doctor told us it's a girl, but we haven't decided on a name yet." Rachelle sighed contently, gently placing a hand over her stomach where their expected baby would be. Anya smiled at this; she felt happy for the two having a child. Though, with the rumors of some government project flowing about, she was also worried about it's life.

She knew almost nothing about what things American government could do, but she had known very little about something the Irish was planning as well. She also heard stories of a virus spreading; no one knew the cause, or what it could do. That's not the only thing that scared Anya; she was also scared for her niece to come, and what her life would be depending on the circumstances.

Though despite all of this, she kept her smile as she discussed other things about their plans for the baby with the wedded couple, occasionally letting her eyes fall to Rachelle's stomach from time to time. Noticing this, Rachelle smiled gently at her. "I can see you're excited to be an aunt."

"Ay, ye'd make a good aunt, Anya." Kian added in agreement. They talked of other things, but Anya's attention was around the room; supplies, ammunition, weapons, food. The things that were necessary to survive and keep their baby alive if these rumors were true.

If. Anya silently hoped that these weren't true; that whatever this was would blow over so Kian and Rachelle could raise their child in the best environment possible. Though, despite her attempts to stay positive, she had the distinct feeling that it wouldn't be that simple.

Destruction. Chaos. Gunshots. Bloodcurdling screams. This is what the three woke up to about less than a week later. Anya ran to the window to see what the matter was; she wished she hadn't. She wished that this was all just a dream, and that she would wake up to a normal world.

But she knew that this wasn't some nightmare she would be able to wake up from. She knew this, as she watched cars crash and people die just outside the window. She saw many, young and old, injured and dead on the streets.

Though, that wasn't the worst of it; she saw people – If they could be considered to be people now – sinking their teeth into other human's flesh. Anya shook her head in disbelief as she watched an American woman crushed under the weight of a car on it's side. One of those things knelt down and started eating her alive. She felt her stomach churn as she watched blood spout of the woman, creating a pool as others joined in to feast on her flesh.

Anya was finally snapped out of this trance when Kian shook her, yelling at her that they had to move. Along with Rachelle, she grabbed clothes from the closet, along with guns, knives, her bow and arrows and other weapons. In a panic of her brother and sister-in-law not surviving, she told them to leave right then.

"We ain't leavin' without ye!" Kian protested, holding on to his wife as he tried to pull Anya along. She pulled away, shaking her head.

"I'll be fine. Jist git out av 'ere! I'll catch up witcha two!" Anya exclaimed, giving the two a tight hug before urging them to get out. The couple exchanged looks before nodding and grabbing what they needed.

"Let's try to meet in Atlanta. There's supposed to be a safe zone there." Rachelle suggested. They all agreed to this, saying their goodbyes before the couple climbed into Rachelle's maroon Ford pickup.

Anya ran through the house, scrambling to stuff food and other necessities into duffel bags before heading to the Golf and getting in. She struggled with the ignition for a moment or two before finally getting it started, speeding through the streets.