Heart of Dixon
Chapter 1: Fuck my Life
Hey guys, I've decided that I'm going to go through and edit my stories some more. Maybe add a thing or two but nothing too major. I know you won't be able to comment on the newest updates if you already did, but if you want to comment, just PM me. I'll appreciate it.
Just to remind and inform those who started reading, my OC is pretty much me, of course with different name and elements, but she's me. I hope you like her and continue to like Robin.
Oh and I don't own Walking Dead.
My day was going bad before the dead started to rise, well the dead made it worse of course, but this day wasn't the best of them. I remember how after I got fired from my shitty job that my life couldn't get any worse, mother nature said "challenge accepted". After I was fired, I discovered I was evicted by my boyfriend, who by the way had cheated on me. Then my car that was supposed to help me get to my brother's house in Atlanta died on me, my phone was also dead so I couldn't call for help. I walked to a gas station about a mile away from my car praying for a working payphone just to find the gas attendant being eaten alive. So yea, that was my day…how was yours?
How was I able to make it from Mobile, Alabama to Atlanta, Georgia without dying from cannibalistic, carnivorous freaks? I honestly don't know why I was so lucky, I did not know how to survive the outdoors since I spent most time indoors reading or playing video games. I never hunted a day in my life nor have I ever gone camping. My best guess is the Zombie Apocalypse Survival guide that I got as a gag gift from my brother, Jacob, a few years before. It happened to be in my purse when the world went psycho, and what the perfect book to have on hand when the world was taken over by zombies!
I was going through a small neighborhood…what was its name…Kingsville, no, Queenstown, that's not it…King County! It was called King County. As I was saying, I was going through King County to get some supplies when my luck suddenly changed. I'm still deciding whether it was good luck or worse than my normal rotten fortune but I came across my first decent person who went by the name Rick Grimes.
The meeting is something I will always remember. I was conflicted about going into the desolated hospital but I could really use a first aid kit. It was a shocker I haven't gotten hurt since zombies arose, but I wanted to be prepared. I was one of the clumsiest human beings alive…that saying might actually be true now. Anyways, the Guide said always be prepared, survival depended on preparation. I just really didn't want to go into the creepy hospital that seemed to scream "Death!" and "Don't even think about!". Of course let's not forget how it looked like it came straight out of a horror film with all the dead bodies in the court-yard. Everything in me screamed to run away and look into a safer and less scary CVS or Walgreens. Somehow I managed to move my legs to enter the dark and foreboding hospital.
"Come on, Robby, it's not that scary." I said to myself, "You can do this, just find some stuff to make a first aid kit then you can run out with your tail between your legs and never go near another hospital again."
I was shaking the whole time with my flashlight and crowbar clutched in each hand. There was several dead lying throughout the halls, but luckily no walking ones. I nearly pissed my pants when I walked down a long dark hallway to find someone already standing there, it was my reflection in a mirror.
The absolute worst part was going up the stairs in the dark. This is pathetic, but I'm terrified of the dark. Yes, I, a twenty-one year old girl had to sleep with a night-light. I don't know why I hated the dark, but I always have.
I rushed out into the lit hallway shaking like a leaf and damp with sweat. I did not want to do that again, but I had to. Why did I have to be such a chicken!? I was really starting to regret coming into the hospital until I found a stock room filled with gauze and several others first aid worthy things. I stuffed ace bandages, gauze, medical tape, pain reliever pills, and anything else that could be useful into a hospital duffel bag.
Exiting the storage room, I got the shock of my life. I bumped into Rick, and I nearly brained him with a crowbar. What can I say, all this solitude made me really socially awkward and I thought he may have been a zombie too, and one thing I drilled into my brain is that you can never be too careful these days. It's being careful that kept me alive for so long.
I let out and scream and prepared to bludgeon him until he yelled out as well. One thing I've learned since this started, zombies don't scream out "Don't!" so I stopped mid swing and took a look at my fellow living person. He was dressed in boxers and a medical robe. Wrapped around his chest was a large bandage. I hand to hand it to Rick, he had a nice body, but I looked away fast with a blush to stare him in the eyes, hopefully with an intimidating glare.
"Please just put it down, I'm a cop." He said calmly holding out his hands in surrender/placating.
"I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm not putting it down either." I replied in the same calm voice which was the total opposite of how I felt. Part of me was nervous, there was a half-naked man standing in front of me. Since the world was taken over by the dead I pretty much stopped trusting any men. They things I've seen them do, well I'm not sure if the walking dead are the real monsters.
Then again, I was a little excited. I've been alone since the beginning. Maybe there was a chance he could be an ally and I wouldn't be alone anymore. I was worried about what the constant solitude would have on my sanity, after all people in the movies always went bonkers if left totally alone. Plus I was tired of talking to my crowbar, he never had anything interesting to say…that was a joke.
He nodded at that, "Could you tell me what happened here? Where is all the staff?"
I lowered my crowbar to my side, "You don't know what's being going on? Dead came back, ate people, human life as we know it is an endangered species….any of this ring a bell…?"
This guy could not be serious, who the hell doesn't notice what's going on. No matter where you go the signs are there. Dead moving around looking for their next meal, that's a major sign that something isn't right. Abandoned cars line the roads making it impossible, buildings were destroyed either by panic when hell started to spew or when the army started killing randomly. So what rock did he climb out from under, and was there room for a second person because I was totally fine with not seeing all that depressing shit every day.
"I just woke up…from a c-coma." He said with his hands in his face.
"A coma?" I repeated dumbfounded. I turned my hand to the side and examined him again. The hospital garb could back up his story, but it made no sense. He couldn't survive a coma without life support or food. He should be one of the dead by now.
"Yea, I was s-shot…I don't know how long ago and just woke up and I don't know what's going on." He explained. His body language fit his bewilderment, his body was tense and his eyes were wide with fear. He had the occasional stutter, he was afraid but he did have pretty good control over his emotions. My gut told me that I could trust him for now.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Rick. Rick Grimes." He replied after a moment.
"Ok, what I'm about to tell you will sound really crazy, but it's the truth. You can go outside if you don't believe me, but the dead don't stay dead anymore. Almost everyone is gone-the government included." I explained.
"What! No…t-that kept be. That's crazy." Rick argued.
"It happened a few months back, just one day it happened. People died then came back and started eating other people. Anyone bitten came back."
"No." He whispered not wanting to believe me.
"Believe it, I don't want it to be true but the signs are everywhere Rick. Look out the window." I explained as gentle as possible.
Rick shuffled weakly over and gazed out. He peaked for only a second before he pushed himself away, but I knew he saw the piled bodies outside. He hit the opposite wall then slid to the floor.
"Please let it be a dream. Please." Rick whimpered.
"Hey, hey, hey-shush. Calm down." I placed my hands on his shoulders, "Look at me, breathe. I know it's a lot to take in, but you need to calm down. You need a clear head."
Rick took a deep breath and looked me square in the eyes before nodding, "I need to find my family."
I sighed, "Rick, I don't want to hurt you, but they might be…"
"Don't." He ordered with an edge, "Please don't."
I couldn't just kill his hope. In this world, it's all we have and it's what we need to keep going. I help the hope that I would find my brother, the only family I had left.
I nodded, "I'm sorry. I'm looking for someone too, my brother."
Rick caught on right away, "You want to look together?"
I smiled, "Let's join forces and look together."
"Join forces?" I was successful in getting a smile from him.
I shrugged, "Yea, I'm bit of a nerd, but I credit my survival to my nerdy ways which I am going to pass onto you, my padawan." I stood up then held out my hand, "So Rick, are you going to just sit there like a bump on a log or do you want to find our families?"
After a brief second to think, Rick grasped my hand and stood, "I don't even know your name?"
I laughed, "I'm Robin Dean, and I'll be your tour guide to the apocalypse." I said in a creepily cheerful voice. I fished the survival guide and handed it over, "You might want to read this."
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