This is kind of a crossover between The Walking Dead and Iron Man/Captain America. It was a dream I had and it's easier if I just use those characters. I suppose this could be some sort of AU?
Chapter One
You see, things change. People change. There's no stopping it. You've just got to get used to it. Like Darwin's Theory. Survival of the fittest, adapt or die. Like my Mother always said to me as a little girl, we have all got to do things we don't want to do.
The name is Maria Carbonell, I have a Son, Anthony, and his Father runs this place. His name is Phillip Blake. A real bastard. No one likes him, well, except Anthony. But he is only five, he doesn't know any different. The reason I didn't say Phillip was my Husband is because... He's not. I don't love him. He doesn't love me, or at least I think he doesn't. He pretends he does, and I do too. He knows I don't love him, everyone does. I would do anything to get away from him. But like I said, he runs the place, and what he says goes, which means I am the unlucky woman he chose to be his. Really, we're all his. But I am specifically his; if any other man touched me they'd be dead at by noon. He takes the role of protective much too far.
Another thing I should mention, which would explain why all this shit is going down, is that society is fucked. It was fucked before, but now it is properly fucked. Like, never-going-to-return-to-normal fucked. Whatever normal was anyway. And you're probably going to roll your eyes at this; I put my hands up that I would too, but its reality now. This is a tale of a zombie apocalypse.
You sighed, didn't you? Yeah, I heard you, don't deny it. If someone told me a couple of years ago I would be living like this, I'd tell them to run back off to the bar and drink themselves in to a slumber. Stupid, huh?
But let me finish explaining, it has been like this for a year now. Nobody is knows for sure what caused this infestation; there are rumours of course, but no definite proof. But one thing we all agree on is, it's the Government's fault. But isn't everything nowadays?
So how is Phillip in the position he is in now you ask? Well, back to Darwin's Theory, Phillip is one smart guy, and funnily enough will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. In this case, it is to control everything. And given about two thirds of the World's population has been turned over to the other side, I think he has got a pretty good chance of getting there.
Instead of using winning speeches and trustworthy tactics like previous Prime Minister's and President's have done in the past, Phillip uses fear to get through to people. He does occasionally give the impressive speech every now and again, but the real reason anyone does what he says is because they're scared of what he'll do if they don't.
Phillip has done unspeakable things, things I wish to not recall. Things I pray to God our Son Anthony had not ever witnessed. But what's done has been done, and Phillip has got as he wished.
We live in a small community, about a hundred people maybe? I am not entirely sure. If you want facts and figures, you'd have to pay a visit to Phillip's assistant, Milton Greene. The man has the face of a small field mouse and the strength of a blade of grass, but he's smart, and can remember things. He's a brilliant organizer and is the only one who seems to ever know the actual date or where we are on the map. Hence the reason a rodent like him has managed to survive this long, because he's useful.
That's another reason the people here fear Phillip, because anyone un-useful, he disposes of. I use the term disposes loosely. What I really mean is he'll either convince them to leave with the false hope of living for more than a week out there, or his deals with them himself. 'Why carry around dead weight?' he always says. The sorts of people he disposes of would be people in wheelchairs or terminal illnesses. Indeed, it sickens me to be in his very presence, but there is nothing any of us can do about it. And believe me we've tried.
The only good thing about Phillip is he keeps his promises. He keeps us safe and with food, he keeps the threat of other groups and possible wars away. And for that we must all be grateful, I undoubtedly am. The main reason I have stayed so long is for my Son, he doesn't comprehend what is going on in the World at the moment and won't until he comes of age. But I wouldn't be able to keep him safe out there. I do indeed know how to use a gun, but I don't have a mind like there's. Before all of this, when everything was normal, I was a simple Broadway actress. Hardly anything exciting or anything to be remembered for, but it paid the bills and meant I got to travel a lot which I always liked. Anthony liked it too occasionally. He's a brilliant young boy, the smartest for his age. Sadly, it is all from Phillip. I'm no one special. If it wasn't for Phillip or my Son, I doubt I'd still be living and breathing as I am now.
So that is how it is, for as long as my natural life shall grant me, I must remain being Phillip Blake's pretty little wife, as he refers to me, and pretend everything is just dandy.
They say you should fear the dead, well, I can tell you first hand the living aren't much greater either.