Chapter 1: Back Story

It's a dark night and a single thing sits on top of the Waverly Place substation. Crouching low with her left arm on her left leg and her right fingers on the edge of the roof; she looks out at the scenery in front of her. Her claws long and her arms skinny. She has the look of someone that hasn't eaten much as she is very skinny. Her hair actually clean as well as her clothes and her body. Above her, dark clouds floated above the city making it overcast. It is sprinkling over the city. People and infected on the streets neither bothering the other. The howl of a lone wolf could be heard down on the streets. The wolf drawn by the smell of flesh that hadn't started to rot yet. Though maybe the bodies have started to rot but the rain has kept the smell from getting to bad.

Somewhere a smoker could be heard. The infected on the substation looked around and found it on the building across from her. The smoker stared down at the wolf and without warning once it got into range, the smoker wrapped its long tongue around the wolf and pulled it in. The wolf howled as it got dragged along the ground and then up the side of the building helplessly struggling to get free. The howl of the wolf made such a noise as the common infected came running toward the wolf hungrily. Then a few animals could be seen running into another area and the common ran right past the now dead wolf and went after what they had just seen. The smoker pulled the wolf up and then started its feed.

The woman on top of the substation looked away from the scene and then heard a low growl. She looked around to see if she could find the hunter but didn't see it anywhere. As she was ready to leap around to find the hunter, it came into view.

The hunter leapt from the roof of the building and into the air chasing a few birds for food. The hunter had managed to capture the biggest of the birds and then drug it down to the ground with its body on it making the bird splat on the ground. If bones broke, the infected woman couldn't tell but she knew the bird to be dead. She chuckled a little at the sight and then looked back down to the ground still in the same position that she had been from the beginning.

Down in a blood soaked building sits a boomer waiting for something to come by. It just made its sickening noise as it stayed there in one of many broken windows. The woman just stared at the sight of the boomer and then saw it puke toward the ground. The woman looked closely to see what it was that the boomer had vomited on and found a dog with a limp. The dog became covered in boomer bile and the smell attracted many infected toward the dog. The dog started to run as fast as it could away but got surrounded by the common. Once the dog was dead, the boomer jumped to the ground and shoed the common away and took the dog for itself.

The woman couldn't help but feel sorry for the boomer as it doesn't even have the speed to catch a limping dog. She also couldn't help but feel bad for the dog but it had become the infecteds only source of food anymore. Animals and anything a human would eat had become their food. The infected woman had done this as to keep her infected from getting themselves killed and visa-versa. She had become the infected queen and she had to keep everyone safe, infected or not. She could speak to every infected as if she were them. Hunter, Boomer, Smoker, whatever infected it was; she could talk to it. She only had one question, and that is how she could pull this off well. She knows that all the infected have their instincts but she has to keep things from getting worse. Bodies of people lay on the streets, arms, legs, and heads disconnected from their bodies. The bodies themselves were broken in half. Everything had fallen so quickly.

Her infected are still distrusted by many humans. Only a few are comfortable to be around them. The only problem is that, those that are ok with her and her infected have always been on her side and so those with them are distrusted. She has to find some way to get the humans trust but that may never happen. She isn't even a normal infected, she is half infected and so no one but the few listen to her. The fact that she is also abnormal makes it that much harder for her to be trusted. She is the only one to speak up for the infected. She can tell that her followers are trying their best but the humans all think that it's just a trick to let their guards down.

She looked around the town again and frowned and soon felt shaking. A Tank is coming and quickly which worries her greatly. The Tanks are the hardest to communicate with and she has to hope that it's just after some quick animal like a cheetah or something. Ever since this town turned into half a ghost town, more and more animals have come into view. The woman looked around and then found the tank chasing a cat up a tree. She couldn't help but wonder where all the animals had come from. She has seen more things like wolves and deer around here lately.

The woman shook her head and smiled slightly and then heard a very soft crying sound and couldn't tell if it is a witch or, nope, it's a witch. Just then someone came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. The woman flipped around in surprise. "Dean, what are you doing here?"

"Thought you'd be lonely up here by yourself." Dean smiled.

That's right, it's Alex Russo.

A/N: Sorry that most of this was description. The next chapter will start from before the infection and more of why things are the way they are will be explained later. So I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I hope you read and review.