This is a one shot for the walking dead, based on season one, maybe a little after. Yes this has oc but get over it! I promise this will be good. I love all the characters, but I really would like to see a strong female lead.
I ran, simply ran. What was I supposed to do? I had no weapons, no clue where I was, and no clue how to elude the walkers behind me. There weren't that many walkers behind me; but enough to scare me, and that wasn't an easy fete. Suddenly, I tripped over a tree root awkwardly sticking up in the ground. I felt the feeling of dread take over. This was the end, no wait, what was this? I felt a primitive instinct take over. I pushed myself off the ground, and ran full speed; feeling a rush of adrenalin.
"Nana you can't catch me." I screamed. Even though it was the end of the world, I could still have a cocky attitude. I looked around me, surprised to see I was running on a road. Now, this was strange. The last time I'd checked, I was in the mountains. Whatever, I needed to focus on running. A large, fat stick lay a few feet in front of me. I skidded to a halt, and picked up the stick, and swung it as hard as I could. It hit a decomposing girl about my age, she toppled over easily. I took off again, stick in hand, I laughed a little in my head. I hadn't run this fast since the endurance run at my high school. I looked up from the road, toward the sky. A small smoke cloud hung above the trees. Could this be a camp? I decided to take my chances, and curved into the woods. This better be worth it…
Glenn POV
Stupid Daryl. He made me go get some stupid sticks. I grabbed a nearby riffle, and made my way out of camp. I got a couple yards out of camp, when I noticed the sound of running feet.
"Walkers…?" I mumbled to myself, lifting the riffle. Out of nowhere, a teenage girl, ran right past me.
"Down!" she ordered. I immediately dropped to the ground. Four walkers stumbled behind her. Quickly the girl lifted up a huge stick, and began bashing the walkers. Remembering I had a gun, I jumped up, and shot the two closest to me. The girl stabbed the end of the stick as hard as she could into the walkers head.
Everyone from camp ran into the clearing to see what was wrong. The girl stood up, and inspected each walker, blood splatters littered her face. Everyone just stared at her, while she walked around. Rick finally spoke up.
"Hello, may I ask who are you?" he tipped his hat, what a gentleman. The girl looked up, moving from face-to-face.
"I might ask you the same thing." She put her hand on her hips, and tilted her head. Shane eyed her suspiciously. He walked up to her, and gripped the front of her shirt. She reacted easily, kicking him in the groin. Shane backed away cautiously, trying not to show the pain he was in.
"Hey we don't want any trouble." Rick assured, lifting his hands up. She smiled cockily, and walked toward me. She grabbed the gun out of my hand, and began to walk away.
"Don't follow me. As you said I don't want trouble either. I just need to find someone." She began to walk away. "Sorry!" she called lifting her hand up above her head.
"Hell no!" Daryl grunted, running after her, and swinging her over his shoulder. She beat down on him as hard as possible, her arms and legs going wild. Dale went up to her.
"Hey hey, calm down. It's ok, were not going to hurt ya." He soothed, a gentle smile plastered on his face. She gritted her teeth, then crossed her arms, as Daryl carried her away.
The redneck looking one, settled me down on a log. He snickered, as the two in the cops getup walked over.
"Now," The blonde one said kneeling down. "We'd really like to know your name for starters." He said a fake smile on his face. I crossed my arms and stood up. The cop, stood up as well. I began to fiddle with my chain, and my ring,
"You can call me west." I muttered, trying to use my coldest, hardest stare.
"West?" the redneck repeated. "Wha te hell kinda nam is 'hat?" he asked, a thick twang in his voice.
"Well," I muttered, walking up to him. "At least my name 'aint Mr. I'm a redneck that drives a tractor!" I muttered gritting my teeth.
"If ya wern a gurl…" he spat lifting a fist. The cop with the black hair, got in between us.
"Well, his names Daryl, I'm Shane, that's Rick, and that Glenn and Dale." He said pointing around the group.
"Gee thanks." I muttered. "If it was the gun, I'll ask nicely this time. My names West, may I please have a gun? I really need to find something." Shane crossed his arms.
"And what exactly do you need to find?" he asked lifting an eyebrow. I sighed, and stuffed my hands into my pockets.
"Well," I started, "I'm looking for my friend, I call him East, but he also goes by Chuck. We promised each other that we would find each other. He's a rookie cop; he felt some ethical need to help people. So, he planned for us to meet up at his uncles' house, it's supposed to be a "safe house"." I sighed, sitting myself down on a log. This Rick character came up to me, and sat down.
"We'll help you, but you got to know that you won't survive much longer on your own." He stopped for a minute, thinking what to say next. "You can come with us; we can try to help you find this "safe house". I shook my head, and got up.
"Not likely, I don't believe in a pack mentality." I started to stalk off, when Daryl grabbed the back of my shirt, and turned me around.
"Listen, 'ya gt tw options, wun, ya di in te worst posable wa. Or ye get ur sory butt owver her, an com wit us." I pushed myself away from him, and stuck my tongue out.
"Fine." I muttered. This was going to be a long day.
So how was it, any good? Remember please review, it means a lot to me when i get a review. I want every thing, the good, the bad, and the ugly! Like I said, this takes place during season one, after the CDC, but they came to the mountains. Oh, and i apologize for Daryl's twang, I think i overdid it.