Hey ya'll, Lady C here...

I'm a HUGE Walking Dead Fan,

so I figured since I'm suffering from writer's block for my own

novel, I'd try my hand at this!

So here is my first fanfiction ever!

So please leave a review and let me know what you think!

Peace, Love and Happiness

Chapter 1...

I sat tied to a metal chair in the middle of a cockroach infested room with only one window and it was boarded up; so I couldn't tell if it was day or night. The door was open just enough that I could hear my captors talking in the next room. There were three of them with one voice grunting and crying about not wanting to die.

I wore my black leather knee high combat boots, blue skinny jeans and a long sleeved maroon shirt (my favorite color) with a blue jean duster. My long auburn hair hung down on either side of my head as I drifted in and out. I could tell my left eye was probably dark purple and swollen shut seeing as how I couldn't open it; while my bottom lip was split. I could feel blood seeping down my chin.

"Wake up Bitch!"

I heard a voice but I chose to ignore it for a moment, my ears picking up sounds from the outside. Someone was coming and it didn't sound like the fucking lamebrains, that now walked the earth. I needed to get the hell outta here NOW.

"Fucking wake up Cunt!"

God, I really hate that word...

Stars appeared behind my eyelids as I was punched in the head for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "Fuck man! Can't a girl get her beauty sleep without some prick beating the shit outta her?" I commented my Irish accent apparent in my words as I rolled my head to the side, spying my backpack and gun, before flipping my hair back. My one good bright blue eye glared at the guy who stood in front of me.

"She fucking speaks!" he said grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. "You gutted my brother!" he screamed spit flying in my face. He was a tall balding man with small gray eyes. His gut hung out of his red flannel shirt. His buddy wore blue jeans and a stained wife beater, both were barefoot and their pants were undone.

"Dude say it don't spray it!" I retorted in disgust smelling the chewing tobacco and alcohol on his breath.

SMACK

"You hit like a girl.."

I got punched in the gut for that comment. Coughing I looked at him dead in the eye. "Your bitch of a brother got what he deserved. You fuckers shouldn't have touched my Sister." I brought my knee up and kicked the guy in the nuts."If there is one thing my Da taught me was always come prepared." I headed butted fugly number one as he collapsed to his knees. As my chair got pushed backwards in the commotion, I rolled out revealing the small knife in my hand, used to cut my bindings. I flipped my hair back out of my face, causing me to sway a bit from the amount of blows to the head.

"Stupid bitch! Your gonna die now!" fugly number one said his nose bleeding and bent to the left. "Get her Randy!" he yelled struggling to stand.

I jumped over the metal chair and curb stomped his face into the floor boards. "Stay down Asshole." I demanded turning to fugly number two. At five-foot five, Randy towered over me by a good seven inches."Now Jr, I don't wanna have to hurt you too." I said the poor kid looked younger than me and at twenty-six I looked pretty good having lived a shit storm of a life. I struggled a bit to see where he was since I couldn't see outta my left eye.

Randy pulled out a knife from his back pocket and took a swing at me, slicing it across my stomach. A stinging sensation across my gut drew my attention. "Dammit, this was my favorite shirt." I grumbled looking down for a second to see blood seeping from the wound. Now pissed off I grabbed his wrist as he took another swing. I elbowed him in the gut before using his own momentum to send him through the boarded up window, allowing the warm sun shine and the smell of rain in.

Walking over to my backpack, I spotted my dog tags laying across the top. Slipping them over my head, I bent over to grab my backpack and my double barrel shot gun when there was gurgling behind me. I turned around to see fugly number three come through the door, no longer alive.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled jumping and pulling out my knife again. I backed into a corner waiting for him to attack. As he crept closer, fugly number one started to groan drawing the attention of his late brother.

Fugly number one screamed as his dead brother attacked him, taking a large piece of meat outta the guys neck. I tiptoed to the door of the bedroom as the screams got quieter, shutting the door and locking it from the outside.

I scavenged the three fuglies' belongings pulling out several cans of food, some jerky, a first aid kit, two guns in a holster and a machete. I put everything in my backpack and wrap the holster around my waist after checking the ammo. Making my way to the front door, I pause as I passed the naked body of my adopted sister Annmarie laying on the floor of the living room, her skin blue, bruises on her neck and her bright green eyes staring back at me.

With tears in my eyes, I quickly dressed her in her favorite jeans, the large white cashmere sweater she took from the department store and her high tops (I took her brown hiking boots), I pulled out the pearl rosary the the nuns gave me for my thirteenth birthday from my pack and put it around her neck. I knelt down and kissed her forehead and closed her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Anna. I tried so hard to protect you, but I failed."

Leaving the house, I tried to fight the tears once more.

'Now I'm really alone..'

"Shut the hell up!" I said to myself adjusting my now heavy bag, making sure not to smack myself with the handle of the machete and heading down the road.

It smelled like the rain had just stopped and the sun was shining brightly, causing the asphalt to reflect from the puddles. It reminded me of Ireland and playing out in the rain with my father as a little girl. As I made my way down the road I was forced to stop every few minutes as my stomach started to hurt. I placed my hand on my abdomen, drawing it back I noticed it was covered in blood. 'Fucking Christ...' I put my hand back to try and stop the bleeding, not so superficial after all.

A short time later a red Chevy SUV pulls up beside me as I'm kneeling on the side of the road cussing as I fought to keep myself from blacking out. I tried to stand and make a run for it, but I ended falling flat on my ass. An older gentleman and a heavy set guy dressed in overalls stepped out. My eyes fell on the older man as I tried to scoot away, fear running through my body, I moved my hand to find something to defend myself with but came up short. With tears in my eyes I whispered, "No please..." before everything went black.

I do not own TWD

Just my lil OC...