Generation Dead

A Walking Dead Story

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of these characters; they are borrowed from the original creators. The comic book series is written by Robert Kirkman, but my knowledge (for now) is based only on what I've seen in the TV Series from AMC: The Walking Dead. This story is not for any profit, only for fans to read while waiting for season three. This story will follow through Seasons One and Two, and will be multi-chapter.

Chapter names are borrowed from television series episodes. It will first focus on a totally fictional character, Fay Cain, made up by me, and she will meet the sheriff and eventually join the group.

Summary:

Pairings: Daryl/Carol, Rick/Lori, Shane/Andrea, Fay/?, Quinn/?, Nikolai/?, Glenn/?,

Settings: Walking Dead Seasons One to Two and AU in some areas.

Warnings: Torture, Insanity, Cursing, Sexual Intercourse Scenes, Crude Language, Rape, Attempted Rape, Talk of Rape, Kidnapping, Drugs, Underage Drinking, Murder, Suicide, Racism, Racial Labeling, Weapons, Stealing, Statutory Rape, Fights, Arguments, Gun Fights, Walking Dead, Cannibalism (Dead eating humans), ect.

Prologue

It was just as she has imagined it to be like, chaotic.

Fay Cain sighed at the realization and shakes her head while eyeing the huge horde of children running from the bus towards the campsites main building. She's been unemployed for the last few months and finally caught a summer job, a temporary employment as a school camp assistant. The schools campsite is in the woods near Forsyth, unfortunately. She was never one for camping, but as long as she has a roof over her head and a working toilet, she's perfectly find being in the woods.

There are a few skills she has, but a skill she does not have in specific is with children. She was once a nanny for her relative's children, but that was only when her own family couldn't use their babysitter.

The reason why she was picked for being an assistant at the camp was because her Aunt. She's an English teacher at the school and being the kind woman that she is, she put a good word in for her. She's thankful for her Aunt doing that for her, but children can be rather obnoxious and annoying. They all seemed to have a large amount of energy after sitting in a bus for several hours. It was probably from eating the candy they had snuck on the bus along the way.

Fay figured that she could take a little vacation with how hopeless her life is at the moment. She's never been to Georgia, nor has she ever really wanted to, from the stories she heard about the state; but she's always enjoyed seeing new places and their sights.

The campsite that the school was being allowed to use for the next week was rather beautiful and peaceful. There are a few caravans surrounding the woods perimeter and a few of the shacks seem to need to be reserved. She was chosen to stay in the main building, which she wasn't going to complain about. It was better than sleeping in the shacks.

The setting of the woods may be peaceful and beautiful to see, Fay contemplates to herself, but it makes her feel rather unnerved that she and the school would be sleeping in the middle of the woods in some tiny building with no civilization around for miles.

The week was going to be a long and tiring one. She has a gut feeling about that, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about anything beside the children and how to entertain them. "The only good thing that seemed to come out of it is how nice the weather is," She muses aloud to herself. She knows though, that by the end of the day, her thoughts will change.

Two Weeks Later
November 18th 2010

It was near the end of the two-week break and Fay was ready to leave. The bus could be seen arriving down a long curvy dirt road towards the campsite. Fay spots it from the view she has from the main building with a furrow of her eyebrows. Something seems to be terribly wrong. The driver of the bus seems to be in a terrible hurry. The driver of the bus hurriedly and dangerously drives through the road before appearing in the campsite. The bus driver slams down on the breaks, making the bus skid to a stop in front of the main building, and cause a gust of dust in the air. The sound the breaks make is a loud screeching that echoes in the campsites large clearing.

Fay frowned heavily at the sight and wordlessly stepped out of the front double doors to meet the driver. He seems stunned and slightly panicked as his electric blue eyes look into hers. "There's something strange going on," He stated with a look that showed determination, as well as disbelief, on his aging features. Sweat was glistening on his skin from the burning rays of the sun and the humidity of the air. "In the world, but whatever it is, it's starting to go down faster than anything I've ever seen in my life. There are these…people, but they're not people, and they're dying, but coming back to life." He doesn't know how to describe it, it's like nothing he's ever heard of or seen, but it's dangerous and he has to protect the children and anyone else he can. He ignored Fay's disbelieving expression and continued to speak calmly, but with a hint of urgency.

"They've already started taking over the cities around the world…the towns and counties are starting to follow." He shakes his head in his own disbelief that Armageddon had finally arrived. He had hoped he'd be dead when it did come around. "I'm glad I made it here in time. It doesn't look good. We need to leave now." He ordered in a firm tone of voice.

Fay stared at Nikolai and wondered briefly if he had been drinking or doing something highly illegal. "Are you on drugs or something?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" She looked at the man with squinted eyes, unsure of what she should say about what Nikolai Adkins, as his blue shirt says, is talking about.

Nikolai began to slowly speak as he stared at Fay. "I know what I'm saying sounds completely insane, but it's true. I would never have believed it myself if I hadn't witnessed those things with my own eyes," He states with a shake of his head. The memory of what he has seen makes him sick at what has become of what were once people.

"They eat people," He states, even though it sounds completely insane to him, it's the truth. "We need to leave, and we needed to have left five minutes ago. Whatever is going on, it will come here and I don't want to be here when it does." Nikolai looked firmly at Fay. "We need to leave as quickly as possible. Those sick things could be coming this way right now." Nikolai would have never thought something like this horror show that had become life would have ever happened in real life, but it is and it's terrifying like nothing he could have ever imagined.

Fay continued to look at the older male; he was in his late fifties or early sixties but was fit, with indecision. She wants to believe in what he's saying, but it seems so…illogical to. She has always been a fan of horror movies and games, but the dead coming back to life and eating people? That just sounded a little too much like fantasy to her. This man, Nikolai, was implying that it was real; it just seems too insane to believe.

Fay opened her mouth to speak when the sound of screams and cries echoed through the campsite, floating with the wind from in the woods behind the shacks and buildings. Her heart begins to pound in her chest as the sound and the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand on end. The screams sound like those from a horror movie.

Fay turned to see two of the senior camp members of the campsite and one of the volunteers running with most of the children. They hastily begin to push the children into the bus. Fay turns her gaze on the leaders and notices their faces have turned pallid and that there are red stains smeared across their cheeks and foreheads. Her eyes lower and she notices the dark red stains are also on their clothes. Was that blood? She wondered with fear.

Her eyes turn to the volunteer for the camp and notice's that he seems rather calm, if only a bit shaken at was is going on. He seems worst off compared to the senior camp members. He's covered in blood, and is holding two axes in his hands rather tightly, that are also dripping in dark red, nearly black, blood. His hyacinth, a violet/blue, colored eyes look warily around the bus, as if he's expecting something to appear.

Fay shuttered and feels like gagging at the sight Quinton 'Quinn' Stark makes. She looked away from the older male and turns to the children. They seem frightened. Some of them she sees are crying. A feeling of dread and unease settles heavily in her stomach like a brick.

"What are you doing just standing there staring," Matthew Hawkins, one of the leaders at the campsite snaps. "Come help me get the rest of the children!" He ordered at Fay. Before the younger woman can ask anything, about the blood on his face and clothes, she finds herself running towards the few shacks that are occupied by the last of the children.

"These are the last of them," Matthew states with relief. "And don't ask about what happened, I don't know what happened," He said as the two quickly grab the six children left in the two small shacks to the left. There's about another four left in the two right shacks. "Get to the bus," He ordered to the smaller children. They nod and take off running from the shacks and towards the big yellow bus. "We were out cuttin' wood when these…corpses or whatever they are come stumbling towards us. They went to try and attack us, but Quinn and I used the axes to protect the children, we killed 'em," Matthew states in a panic. He looks like he wants to fall into shock, but is with holding his emotions. "Sara took the kids while we were killin' 'em."

The pause in their steps when they notice dark red stains of blood smeared across the porch. The doors of the small shacks are wide open. Fay swallowed heavily as she made to step up to the porch, but it stopped by Matthew grabbing her wrist. "Do not go in there!" He ordered in a harsh whisper as his hand tightens around her wrist.

Fay takes a few steps backwards, withholding her questioning at Matthews strange behavior. Her panic is starting to settle heavily over her like a thick cloud, making it difficult to breathe. She has a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this nightmare is not about to end anytime soon. The two campsite workers continue to walk backwards, slowly away from the two shacks.

The sudden sound that emits from within the shack is heart stopping.

A growl and moan can be heard as it floats eerily along with the wind.

Wide eyes watch as a little girl slowly stumbles out onto the porch. Fay and Matthew squeeze each other's hands as they look at the girl. Fay's heart pounded loudly in her chest. It's the only sound she can hear as she continued to stare at the small child. She stops herself from going forward when she notices something is not right with the blonde haired girl. She feels an instinct telling her to stop and turn around and run back to the bus. It screams for her to run, that danger is near. Fay ignored the warning for now and continued to look the young child over.

The small girl has her bunny slippers on her feet. It was rather strange that she would still be dressed in her pajamas when it's nearly two in the afternoon. Fay figures since it was the day they all left, that the campsite workers had decided to let them laze around for the morning. It made sense.

Fay's eyes rose to look higher. The girl's pale, pink, colored bathrobe is stained with the same colored red that is on Matthew's clothing, it looks like ketchup on the child. The girl continued to hold her favorite white teddy bear, Scribbles. It dangled at her side as she holds it by its arm. Her light blond hair hangs loose around her shoulders, shadowing her face from view. There's a slight curl to the blonde strands. Her breath catches as she looks higher and stops on the girl's face.

Something was terribly wrong.

The girl's face is a sickly pale. Her pale lips and right cheek have been torn away and blood is steadily dripping down her face and neck. The young child's eyes are empty as they stare at her steel gray colored eyes. Fay's eyes remain on the girls while she also looks behind her. She can see a male kneeling over an unmoving body of a child. The sound of slurping and crunching reach the ears of the two adults standing outside.

Fay's stomach feels cold suddenly and her chest tightened with horror at the sight that is in front of her. It sounded like he was eating, and from the looks of it, it was the body beneath him. Her eyes snap back to the little girl as she makes an inhuman growling noise, much like a wild animal would.

Fay's eyes widen in confusion. Her apprehension has made her body go numb and unmoving. She feels Matthew yank her backwards. Fay looses her balance and falls unsteadily to the floor; the wind is knocked out of her from her harsh landing on the solid ground. Matt releases her hand quickly and swings the axe in his right hand.

It hits the girl on her left shoulder with a loud crunching sound. Blood pools out from the wound and drizzles steadily down her chest.

Fay watched in wonder as the girl falls to the ground. Her growling only seemed to enhance. The young woman's stomach twists and turns as she watches. She feels like she's going to be sick. Her mind processes rapidly with different thoughts as she tries to grasp and understand what is going on. She has no time to think or ask what is happening. She's roughly pulled off the ground and dragged back to the bus. Matthew's yelling something at Nikolai, telling him to get it started. Matthew roughly and quickly shoves Fay into the bus and follows in after her. Nikolai uses the gears to shut the door as soon as they're both inside. He puts the bus into drive and takes off from the campsite and back down the long dirt road.

It all happened so swiftly. They left the camp behind and those things with it without a second glance. Fay stares out the window, trying to calm her pounding heart as she sits in the middle of the bus. Sara Ward, the second campsite leader, looks to be in shock, but is doing her best to calm the crying children. "Take us to the nearest town," Sara demands from her position near the front of the bus.

Nikolai shakes his head as he looks back at the other woman. "We shouldn't leave the bus," He states firmly. "It's too dangerous," He continues. He knows there will more than likely be no hope in getting this woman to agree with him.

Sara is having none of it and replies confidently. "Their parents are waiting at the school, they should be taken to their parents," Sara says with a determined air about her. Fay ignores the argument between Nikolai and Sara, and continues to stare out of the buses window in a silent daze. Everything that was going on seemed to be so unreal. Those things she saw back at the campsite were definitely sick. They must be infected with something. She just didn't know what.

That poor little girl, Fay thinks to herself, she was someone's daughter and now they didn't have her. She releases a small sigh as she turns in the seat, making it so she was leaning against the window and her legs were hanging off the side of the seat.

Quinn Stark leans back into the bus seat that is only a few places behind Fay Cain. His unique, keen eyes hold intelligence as they watchfully look over the children. His stature is confident and demanding, making all turn to him and listen when he decides to speak, but at the moment, he's relaxed. His eyes turn to look at the hair that holds different tones of reds that belong to Fay.

Quinn wonders vaguely how she's doing before deciding to let the younger woman come to terms with what's going on before he decides to even speak with her. Turning his attention away from Fay and to the on going argument between Sara and Nikolai; a small smirk of amusement graces his lips as his eyes take in the scene of the two aggravated adults. Shaking his head, he turns back to look out the window. He listens attentively to their argument even though he looks to be disinterested.

This was going to be a long drive. He decides with a sigh and shake of his head. He tiredly leans back against the buses seat and lets his eyes close and rest for a little.

The next few hours are silent as Nikolai drives the bus down the highway. Sara and Matthew try to keep the children preoccupied and not look out the windows at the scenes the bus is driving past. Quinn has long since removed from the back of the bus and is now talking quietly to the bus driver, Nikolai. Fay sighs with relief as they arrive at their destination, one of the smallest towns in Georgia, by the name of Fairburn.

Sara hastily stands from her seat and gets off the bus. Matthew and the children swiftly follow, although Quinn and Nikolai continue to suggest to the two adults that they stay inside the bus. Everything seems perfectly normal out in the town. There are cars driving down the street and people walking along the streets. Fay stands from her position on the bus and walks to the front and takes a seat behind Nikolai, who only shakes his head at her look.

"Don't give me that look," Nikolai states. "You saw those things at the camp. You know something weird is going on, but nobody believes me," He looks out the windshield of the bus and taps his fingers against the wheel. The bus door was closed shut as soon as the children, Sara and Matthew left the bus.

"How bad is it?" Quinn questions Nikolai. His eyebrows rise as he looks at the dark haired man. His eyes are curious and interested at what the other male has to say about what is going on.

"I came from Macon, it's a city about ninety miles from here," The brown haired man explains. "There were a lot of people panicked and frightened. There was also a lot of those sick things walking around," Nikolai states. The memory of what he saw at the city will persistently haunt him for the rest of his life. "I don't plan on staying here. It won't be safe for much longer," The ominous statement leaves Quinn feeling uncomfortable and Fay feeling unsettled.

"I believe you," Fay whispers softly as she stares at Nikolai. "A little girl was infected. She looked wrong," Fay isn't sure how to explain how the small child looked like. "It was like she was infected with something," Fay states with a shake of her head. "I don't know how I'm feeling anymore. This all seems like a nightmare. I can't seem to…grasp what happened," She explains at the looks she was given by Quinn and Nikolai. They had understanding expression on their faces.

"Where are you thinking of going?" She inquires curiously. "I don't think I'm going to stay in this town either." Fay has felt safest inside the bus, she doesn't trust to go outside in the town.

"Count me in," Quinn states from his position behind the bus stairs. He was going to stay alive in this new fucked up world to the best of his abilities.

Fay snaps out of her rather morbid thoughts on what is going on at the sound of Nikolai tapping a city on the Georgia map with his pointer finger. The map was displayed across the steering wheel of the bus. "I was thinking of going to Atlanta," Nick announces with a blank expression. "You two can come along if you want. There may be people there that know what is going on. I just have to fuel up first." Fay nods and looks over at Quinn who is bouncing his leg in boredom. "It'll be a few days to get there though, perhaps three or four, if we're lucky."

The bus rumbles to life as Nikolai turned the key in the ignition on. With one last glance at the town, Nick puts the bus into gear and presses down on the gas pedal. With a jolt, the bus begins to head out of the town and towards Atlanta. Fay's thoughts return back to her thoughts on what could be going on. It has to have been the worst time for her to take a vacation, as she was in a state she did not even live in. She sighs and decides to start a conversation with Quinn to keep her mind off of the horror she has just experienced a few hours before. "Do you think this could be an infection happening around the world?" She questions aloud with fear. She hopes not. What could be happening to her parents or siblings?

"Maybe," Quinn agrees with a small nod. "It could be some unknown virus or a plague," He shrugs. "But I mean…what kind of infection or virus could this be that would make people come back to life and start eating other people?" He questions. Fay shivers at that thought. What could it possibly be? She wonders.

"This just…it doesn't make sense," She gasps out with a frown. "I mean this whole thing is insane!" Fay exclaims. "Maybe it was just my imagination on what I saw. Maybe…maybe I was just too tired and saw something that wasn't there," She suggests at Quinn. The older man looks in disbelief at the other woman. His expression clearly says she can deny all she wants, but is happening, is happening.

Fay sighs and rubs her dark blue, nearly black jeans in agitation. Her black studded belt keeps her skinny leg jeans up and covers her white tennis shoes. Her feet tap against the floor of the bus as she looks away from Quinn. Her purple tang top clings to her upper body and was covered in a black leather jacket. Her duffle bag lies at her feet from where it had been put by whom she assumed was Nikolai, as she had left it at the porch of the main campsite building.

Fays looks to Quinn and notices he's wearing black cargo pants, a black wife beater covered by an unbuttoned over shirt with a black leather jacket finishing it off and his feet are covered by black biker boots. There's a difference between the two of them; besides their looks and clothing, she still remains clean from their experience, while Quinn is covered in dried blood. His own duffle bag sits at his feet, while another one, which she assumes is Nikolai's, is in the middle of the aisle, besides him.

Fay has never thought something like this would ever happen, but she assumes if it was to ever happen, it would be chaotic.

As the yellow school bus continues to drive away from the town Nikolai, Fay and Quinn will never see or experience the events that will happen in the small town of Fairburn at nightfall. When sun rises the next morning, there is nothing left alive in the small town, only the dead or the walking dead. While some manage to escape in their cars most are killed during the infected attacks.

This is my very first TWD fic! Please read and review and tell me if you would like to see another chapter. I have a vision to have her meet the group from the television-show later on.

Suggestion and wishes are welcomed!

Thank you for your time (:

-Glea-