Walking Dead

Chapter 1

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I remember the day it all started for me, my friends and I were heading back to Savannah from Mobile, we'd played our first show live in front of people, well, people who weren't our parents, I was dozing in the back of my black van, Dave called it the Mystery Machine, Lorena called it Rape on the Go, I just called it home. It's true, me, Russell Figgins, living out of a van, not down by the river. I'd finally just had enough of my parents trying to run my life, so I just packed up all my stuff, along with my mattress, and drove off into the sunset.

Anyways, Lorena was driving, and Dave was messing with the radio. He kept cussing under his breath at finding news instead of music, we might have known about the walkers, but; Dave kept turning the dial every second, finally he just turned it off.

"Can't believe this shit!" he exclaimed, Dave was tall and thin, with messy blonde hair combed to the left, he wore a light green jacket over a white button down shirt, and black skinny jeans with black sneakers. "What's with all the news today? You'd think we could find some kind of music, fuck, I'd even settle for country."

"You ok? You must be sick," Lorena replied, she was pretty, long black hair with bright green eyes, she wore a black dressed that hugged to her body like a second skin, heavy combat boots gave off the impression she was a lesbian, but; thank god, she wasn't. I smirked as I imagined Lorena reaching over to check Dave for a fever. "Yeah your totally sick, you hate country."

"Fuck you!" he said, he grunted a second later, she punched his arm. "I was kidding jeeze! What guy would fuck you? Besides the obvious."

"Dave, wake the boss up," she said. "It's time we stopped for lunch."

"I'm awake," I said, sitting up, I'm kinda chubby with short brown hair, I wore a blue t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I leaned up between the seats and gave Lorena a kiss on the cheek. "So, what's for lunch?"

"Lets get Panda Express," Dave said, as he rubbed his stomach. "I feel like stuffing some General Tsao's."

Lorena rolled her eyes at this, Dave would eat enough for all of us, and then be hungry an hour later. After arguing back and forth Lorena pulled into Taco Bell. going through the drive thru we were soon back on the road for home, this time I was driving, Lorena was riding shotgun, and Dave was stuffing his face in the back.

"I was thinking we should try to write a few songs when we get home," Lorena said, in between bites of burrito. "I mean, cover songs only go so far, and your pretty good with your mandolin, we could try bluegrass."

Behind me I heard Dave snort.

"Really? Are you fucking serious Lorena?" he asked sarcastically, not even bothering to swallow his food. "That's even worse than country, lets do death metal or alternative."

"Remember who's in charge here buddy," I said, looking over my shoulder at Dave, who had began stuffing his face again he looked like a chipmunk. "It's my band, I pick what kind of music we play and anyways-"

Dave's face began to lose color, and his eyes widened, Lorena's hand gripped my shoulder, and squeezed hard enough to leave marks.

"Look out!" I turned back just in time to see a women covered in blood slam into my windshield. I jammed down on the brakes, sending the van into a skid, we came to a stop on the side of the highway. Her arms had completely came through the windshield, her head was pressed up against it, pushing her body up at an odd angle, I couldn't see her legs.

"Jesus Christ Russ….." Dave mumbled, I wasn't listening , I was too horrified by the woman lodged in my windshield. Leaning forward, I peered through the cracks at her face. Most of her cheek was missing, her teeth were stained black. Opening the door I climbed out, followed by Lorena and Dave. Walking around to the front of the van. Lorena turned away almost instantly, and covered her mouth with her hand, I didn't blame her.

"Her back snapped," I said, we could see where the woman's spine snapped in half, it was poking out of her body. Reaching into my pocket I fished out my phone, Dave grabbed my wrist immediately and snatched my phone. "What are you doing man?"

"We need to pull her out of the van and get the fuck out of here," he said. "I know a guy who owns a garage nearby, if we pay him up front the won't ask questions."

Lorena whirled around and punched him in the arm several times.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she asked. "We just hit and killed someone we need to call the cops! If we don't we-"

We all jumped as the woman started to moan and groan. Despite the broken back she struggled to get free. Without thinking I ran up and grabbed her by the shoulders, and as gently as I could I pulled her out of the windshield. Setting her down gently on the ground I pulled back when she snapped at my wrist. I looked into her eyes to see they were milk white.

"Guys, something's not right about this," I said, stepping back from the woman, who tried to drag herself after me, but; was not able to on her back. "She should be dead from that."

We spent the next few minutes talking about what we should do, Dave wanted to get the van fixed and head back to Savannah, Lorena wanted to call the cops, me, I didn't really know what to think, it turns out we didn't get to do either of those things. No sooner did we get to arguing again then people started stumbling out of the woods on both sides of the road, some were bleeding from open wounds, others were missing arms or legs, one was dragging his guts behind him.

"Oh my god!" Lorena screamed, thinking fast, the 3 of us piled into the van. I turned the key but; the engine only whined, turning it again got the same result. The people were getting closer with each passing second. "Get us out of here! Hurry!"

Turning the key again I began to pump the gas, luckily it turned out. Stomping on the gas we took off down the highway. After a few miles we began to breathe a little easier, but; something was bothering me. No one had driven by us in all the time we'd been standing on the side of the road, come to think of it we hadn't seen anyone on the road since yesterday.

"What was wrong with those people?" Dave asked. "They weren't normal, and that chick we hit, she should have been dead from the force or shock or fuck I don't know!"

"They looked like zombies," Lorena said, I turned to look at her but; she reached out and pushed my head back around. "Eyes on the road big boy."

After a few more miles of driving in silence we came to a massive accident, cars were smashed together across four lanes for miles. Coming to a stop I put the van in park, and climbed out. I kicked the back of an SUV in front of me in frustration.

"What the fuck is going on!" I shouted, this had to have happened either last night or sometime yesterday, we'd been in Mobile since Tuesday, and it was Friday. Climbing back in the van, I pulled out a map that I kept in between the seats. "Ok, Savannah's here, and we're here. Looks like if we go back a few miles and get off on the exit we can head to Macon."

"Sounds like a plan," Dave said, lying back on the mattress, I was getting tired too, Lorena looked sleepy as well, we'd been driving all night to make it back today because I had to work the early shift at the Quick Stop tomorrow.

"Better get started," I said, turning the van around we headed back down the highway. Lorena fell asleep shortly before we made it to the exit, I was ready to pass out, so, I pulled over and leaned the seat back, and fell asleep.

It was the last night of easy sleep we had.

END CHAPTER 1

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