Not only is this my first 'The Walking Dead' fanfiction but, it's my first story on FanFiction . net. So, I have no idea what i'm even doing.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Walking Dead' because if I did I wouldn't be writing a shitty Fanfiction about it.


Fame. A word that once held so much power before the world became run by the dead. Now, it was almost a just as dead term as the walkers that roam the earth. Wandering only to serve the purpose of quenching their hunger for human flesh. The flesh that they once had without tarnishing away and hung down their bodies like drapes.

It was a terrifying discovery, to the once worldly famous actress, Eleanor Bristow. That fancy champagne, hefty meals, and movie premieres turned to lake water, an empty belly, and running from walkers. All of that seemed to be a quick downfall when yet, it really was a gradual transition of life styles. They had all seen the news reports of this new virus. For the most part, it was just a few jokes on the internet and no one actually taking it seriously. Just another pandemonium that would easily get fixed. Only to never be addressed later on.

What a slap in the face it all was. Where some believed it to be from the wrath of God, who found humans a disappointment, and where - people like Eleanor, who aren't as religious - saw it to just be possible dumb luck. Mother nature being the one telling them something instead of the man up above.

It all seems very unimportant now. Who did it or who didn't do it. What truly matters is that it is happening and so far, there is no cure. Meaning, that it will continue to be a constant reality that they will have to live with for, most likely, a long time.

A scary notion Eleanor had to come face to face with when people like her bodyguards didn't care anymore. -Because who was she to have others with families in danger help her and not their own kin? Someone definitely not entitled, worthy, nor' important enough.

So, on the day the world seemingly became a graveyard she became a nobody. A normal, average day Mary Jane where the undead found her to be their next meal. No one making it easier on her just because of who she was to everyone before walkers became a problem. No one to protect her or shield her from the harsh reality of the world like in her previous life. No one to hold her hand and lead her into safety from the things that don't matter in everyone's life anymore.

Priorities changed just as her life did.

Fame means nothing. Living means nothing while just existing does.

Eleanor now can only hope that she can make it through and out the other side unscathed. Wishful thinking or not, hope is what presses her onward. Down to Atlanta, where the closest government facility is being held at from where she was residing at the time the outbreak got out of hand.

With a heavy heart competing with her equally as heavy book bag as she continues her travel. Down highways, through lakes, and under logs. All to a place that is keeping that fire of hope burning at her core. To a place that is the only destination she can think of to be safe. She wishes she's right.


So that's the end of the prologue. Hopefully it's not too bad. I've just been re-watching 'The Walking Dead' seasons and reading Rick/OC fanfictions, which led to an idea. Me just thinking what would happen to a celebrity during the apocalypse. In the setting and plot of 'The Walking Dead'. It made me just decide to write up this idea so, if you guys would be so kind to review and tell me about what you think of said idea.