Disclaimer: The Walking Dead is a comic and television series created by Robert Kirkman and Tony Moore. The comic book is published by Image Comics and the television series is aired on AMC.

A Drakoneasho Studios Production

Written by: Gune

WALKERS

Chapter One

THE BLIND MAN WITH NO MEMORY

They peeled back. He swore he could feel them peeling back. Yet nothing but darkness filled his vision. His eyes were open, but his eyesight was gone. Thoughts and questions began circulating throughout his mind; thoughts of living with a disability as severe as blindness and questions concerning how this could have happened. His vision was just fine yesterday. Or was it the day before? It was at that moment, seconds after awaking to a world of darkness that he realized he couldn't remember the last few days. After that realization had passed, a more frightening realization came to fruition.

He could not remember anything.

His entire past was lost to him. He was a stranger unto himself. No name, no family, and no childhood. Frightened and confused, his first instincts were to rise up from whatever bed he lay upon and find someone, anyone that could give him answers. Slowly he lifted his head and then immediately lowered it as an overwhelmingly intense pain began to pound near the center of his forehead. Expecting to press against some kind of pillow, the back of his skull instead bumped against a hard surface that his bodily senses had just begun realizing was there.

Was he in a hospital? Did he fall out of the bed onto the tile floor? Or maybe he was at home? But why would his bedroom have a tile floor? That wasn't normal, was it?

"Hello?" His voice sounded strange and unfamiliar to him as it sailed across the space around him.

For a handful of seconds, which seemed like hours to him, the surrounding area was still and silent. However, the silence was suddenly shattered as a small metal object impacted the floor. The noise echoed across what seemed like a large warehouse-like area, an area much too large to be a room inside of a hospital or a house. The noise startled him, forcing him to his feet with several reflexive motions.

Where am I? His troubled mind sought answers his blindness concealed. "Is someone there?"

Placing his aching head in his right hand revealed a large deformed lump near the center of his forehead. A bruise no doubt, since touching it brought a sharp pain to his temple. He wondered if perhaps the cause of this bruise was also the cause of his memory loss. He began taking a few cautious steps forward, holding his left hand out to feel for any walls or obstacles that might lie in his path. His footsteps were shuffled and echoed throughout wherever he was. About a minute into his slowed pace across the tile floor, his hand caressed a small hunk of metal, causing his legs to freeze in place as his hand inspected the object. Round; cylinder with several grooves that wrapped around the entire…can…that's what it was, a can. One of the many cans used to store food usually spread throughout grocery stores.

A grocery store? Is that where he was?

Too confused and frustrated to even attempt piecing together why he would wake up inside of a grocery store of all places, he continued forward, calling out again, hoping someone would answer him.

"Hel- gah!" His words were cut short and replaced by a surprised yelp after bumping into something generating a rancid odor.

It also happened to be moving.

"Hey! Hello? Is someone there?" He almost pleaded with the object that he hoped was a person, even if it smelled worse than a graveyard, or more like it belonged in one.

"Uhhhhh…" Was the person's response.

"Oh thank god!" He didn't care what the response was. He was too overjoyed to receive one at all from what he knew was a human being. "Could you give me a hand? I'm sorry I bumped into you like that but I'm sure you can tell by looking at my eyes that it wasn't intentional."

Several moments of agonizing silence went by before frustration overtook his words and actions. "Hey." He said while rising to his feet on his own. "I said I was sorry. Look I'm having a real bad day here…or night…or whatever and I would just like to figure out what's going on. I don't know where I am and I can't see anything."

Again, silence was his response.

"Are you the only person here? Where are we-"

His words were cut short again as two hands clamped down tightly onto his shoulders and yanked him to the side with enough force to nearly lift him completely off of his feet. Screams of panic, demands for an explanation, and pleads for help from anyone else within the grocery store boomed from his mouth as his body was slammed into an isle counter beside him that held hundreds of canned goods. The insane person's grip was ironclad and no amount of tugging would remove the death grip from the blind man's shoulders. Several metal objects, which the man with no memory assumed were more cans, rained down on the two humans as they swung each other around the store isle. Eventually the insane person managed to pin the blind man to the floor and another ghastly groan escaped his throat.

Terrified, the blind man wrapped his right hand around the first thing it came into contact with and slammed it from the floor into the side of the insane person's head. Once wasn't enough to even phase the lunatic. This fact only encouraged the blind man to quicken his assault, bashing the lunatic in the head seven times before finally managing to forcibly remove the psycho. The instant he realized he was free, the blind man rose to his feet and ran as fast as he could towards what he hoped was an exit. As he traveled across the tile floor, more and more unnatural human groans flowed into his ears followed by the unnerving echo of shuffled, half trotting footsteps moving in his direction.

Too preoccupied with the distracting noises around him and too terrified to care about not being able to see where he was going, the blind man's face smacked into a wall and the back of his head once again found itself banging off of the hard tile floor of the store. The groan that escaped him was quickly drowned out by the chorus of horror that surrounded him. Forcing himself to ignore the pain surging throughout his body, the blind man rose to his feet and placed his hands against the wall. Instantly, the blind man noticed something about the wall that differentiated it from the other barriers surrounding the store.

It was made of glass.

A window perhaps? Or maybe, the glass walls that usually connect to the automatic glass doors that are at the front of most grocery stores. With time running out, as the blind man could hear the frenzied lunatics getting closer, he felt his way along the glass wall while silently praying that he was moving in the right direction towards the entrance. When his hands slid across the familiar crack between two automatic glass doors the blind man's spirits rose and a burning sensation of hope filled his chest. The doors would not open on their own and he figured they must be turned off or maybe the power had gone out. Both scenarios meant little to the man with no memory of himself as he remembered that these types of doors were fairly easy to force open as long as they weren't locked.

Fortune smiled upon him yet again as the doors slowly began to slide open. The opening crack in the doors instantly brought the bright sunlight of the outside world into the store, forcing the man with no memory to shut his eyes. Confusion swirled through his aching head as a burst of joy exploded inside his chest as the realization that his eyesight was still intact overtook his senses. For a moment, the lunatics had left his mind. Prying the doors farther apart and sticking his head out, he took a glance to the left revealing the glass barriers to be completely covered with duct tape and large amounts of paper. Someone didn't want the outside world to know what was inside the store.

His feet pulled him forward and what he saw made him think twice about being happy he was no longer blind. With an open mouth contributing to his awestruck and horrified expression, the man with no memory took in the sight of the ravaged grocery store parking lot. Gallons upon gallons of blood stained the black grounds of the lot. Pieces of flesh and bone, legs, hands, feet, ears, intestines, and several other human remains the man could not identify were scattered across the lot and on top of the many abandoned vehicles. Although the sun was shining, the sky seemed darker.

Nothing; no rational thoughts could pass through his mind at that moment. Bewilderment, horror, and despair had overtaken his entire being. He would have stood there for hours, too stunned to move had it not been for the pair of bloodstained arms that shot out from the shadows inside the store and wrapped around his upper torso.

A loud terrified scream escaped his lungs as the man with no memory felt two rows of human teeth clamp down onto his skin above his left shoulder blade.