-This is my first fan fiction and probably my last. I'm not so good on these sort of things but thought I would try. I sadly do not own The Walking Dead or its characters. The only thing in this story I own is Alexandra and a few happenings.-
Prologue - Before The Dead Rising
I focused on my target while holding the barrel towards it. It somehow felt like the can about twenty feet away was taunting me, provoking me as if I wouldn't hit it. I focused even harder on it, while giving it stinky eye. And just when I was going to pull the trigger, a voice interrupted by calling my name. I accidentally pulled the trigger and I missed the can by an inch.
"Crap!" I cursed silently at it as I lowered my gun from it.
"Alex!" the voice called on me again. I turned around and saw a guy running at me. I squinted my eyes to see better from the blinding sun. I saw that it was Philip, one of my friends here at the police school.
"What's up, Phil?" I asked him when he had reached me and stopped running. He held out his hand with my phone in it.
"Your mom's on the phone," he sighed when he saw my confused face. "It's your dad…" I quickly grabbed the phone and tried to hear my mom talking through soft sobs.
"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked worried as hell. She sniffled again, trying to compose herself from saying the next thing.
"Your dad… H-he… Got shot…" she said in-between now hard sobs. I kept quiet as I only listened to what my mother was telling me, but also 'cause I tried to figure out what she was saying most of the time. "He's at the hospital, in a coma," she said as clear as crystal and my eyes widened. I now saw how serious this whole thing was.
"O-okay, mom. Don't worry, alright? I'm coming home," I said quickly, hung up and ran towards my room to pack my stuff and go back home to Georgia.
I knocked softly on the front door, hoping my family would hear it. The door soon opened and I stared straight forward, seeing nobody until a small figure embraces me in a hug. I saw that it was my little brother and I quickly hugged back.
"Hiya, champ. How's it going?" I asked him quietly. He didn't answer however, and I could understand why. "Carl," I said to him. "Look at me." And he did. He looked up at me with tears running down his little puffed cheeks. "It's gonna be okay, you know that right? Dad's tough as rocks. He'll pull through," I told him softly as I tuck his hair away from his face. He just nodded frantically as more tears come and he pulled a sad face. "Come 'ere," I said and pulled him into my arms again.
"Carl?" a voice inside the house called, and I knew it was my mom. "Who was at the do-" she stopped mid-sentence as she came out of the living room and into the hall where me and Carl hugged tightly. I looked up at her and separated Carl from me.
"Hi, mom," I greeted her. She seemed to be confused at first but then ran towards me and pulled me into a big bear hug as she again started to cry.
"My baby's home…" she mumbled into my hair to herself and kissed my head. "You're home," she said as she pulled away. I just smiled sadly at her.
"And I ain't going away for a while," I reassured her before pulling her into another hug. Right before I was going to pull away another figure walked into the hall from the living room. I looked up and saw it to be Shane. I gave him a quick nod of hello as he did the same.
"Well, I guess we oughta be going. Won't be much time yet," he said to the three of us.
"Going where?" I asked them
"To see dad," Carl answered from my right. I nodded at him while I took his hand and he walked me outside to the car. And that, everyone, was the last day the world would be normal…
-Crappy freaking prologue, I know… But I just thought that this was like "the best way" to begin it all. But it didn't turn out like I wanted it to, so yeah. Screw it.-