This story is going to be a collection of various one shots based on The Walking Dead.

Each chapter is going to be a new one-shot of a someone different every time. Some will be short, some will be long. The views will change, varying from first person to third person omniscient. Some will be told from a past point of view and some will be present tense.

A portion of each of their stories will be told.

Daddy was gone.

That's what mom told me as she ran back and forth the house in a hurry and gathering various things, ignoring Caleb as he cried at her news.

Daddy was gone. As in never coming back. Ever.

I just stood there, watching as she ran back and forth, eyes vacant and lost. I wanted daddy. Daddy would always make things better; he'd be able to calm mom down right now.

Eventually mom ushered us into her car, not even bothering to buckle Caleb into his seat. I strapped myself in and frowned.

"Mom, you need to get Caleb in." She ignored me. "Mommy." I cried. "He's not in his baby seat right! He needs to be in there right! Mom!"

"Sarah! Shut up!"

I started to cry. I wanted to buckle Caleb in, but my fingers couldn't grasp the handles right as mom kept speeding and turning sharply. Daddy was the one who would always strap him in, and Caleb wouldn't stop thrashing around, sobbing loudly.

I wanted daddy.

I couldn't stop crying, and my mind kept screaming at me that a nine year old shouldn't be crying. I was a big girl now. I had to be strong.

But I just couldn't.

"I want daddy... I want daddy... I want-"

"SARAH! Please, please just stop talking!" Mommy yelled, her eyes starting to leak. She slapped the wheel a few times, waving her head back and forth. "Just stop, just stop, stop this all. It's all going to stop. Stop. Stop..."

I cried even harder, forgetting about buckling Caleb in and burying my head in my hands. Mom never yelled at me. Never. She kept repeating that one word over and over again.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I barely had time to look up. Mommy wasn't watching the road, she was looking down and muttering her words.

There was a deer on the road, it was just standing there, not even looking this way. I opened my mouth to yell, but mom hit the deer.

Our little van turned, skidding down the road. There was glass flying everywhere. I was screaming; I was scared.

"STOP!"

I heard my mom yell, before everything went black.

I woke up later, but didn't know how much time had passed. The seat belt hurt my chest, and I cried out against it.

Someone was screaming, and I was scared. I looked around and started to cry again. I don't know why I was crying; I hadn't even seen her yet.

I looked around and realized I was on my side; the whole car was on it's side. Caleb was gone, his seat abandoned.

He was three. Mom would always tell me, I was his older sister. I would have to watch him and take care of him. She told me I was the best big sister ever. He was three.

Clawing my way out of my seat, I crawled from the car. Some one was still screaming.

I couldn't see who it was, there where on the other side of the car. I began to walk around, silent tears staining their way down my cheeks as I stumbled slowly.

I wish I'd never walked around that car. I wish I'd never had to see that image on the other side. In those few seconds, everything was stolen from me.

My childhood.

My life.

My brother.

My mother.

What I saw on the other side will stick with me for the rest of my life, however long that may be.

There where so many of them, of the shell people. There was the deer at my feet, although now it didn't look like a deer at all. It was a pile of bones and mushy half eaten flesh.

My mother was screaming, voice hoarse now. She was thrashing, scrambling backwards on the road as a few stumbled after her. Only a few. The rest were busy with something else a few feet away.

They were tearing Caleb's body apart.

He was three. He was only three.

Now he was nothing but blood and bones.

"STOP! OH GOD PLEASE. GOD!" My mom cried, punching at a shell in front of her. "Oh god, oh god. God no, no... STOOOOOOP!"

She didn't even see me, in those last moments.

She didn't even know if I was alive.

But I was. I stood there, and watched as three of the shells fell on top of her. I stood there as I watched them dig into her. I stood there, tears running down my cheeks, as her screams died into gurgled moans, before she turned silent.

Finally, I turned. I turned and ran. The shells didn't see me yet; they didn't care. Why would they? They had two bleeding corpses to focus on now.

I ran. I don't even know how long I ran. I ran, sobbing and stumbling.

Eventually I stopped, eventually I just sat on the ground, tears long since dried up to loud hiccups and broken off gasps.

Everything was gone now.

There was just me.

A nine year old girl, all on her own in this new world.

Who knew how long I would last?

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