Hello. If your reading this you are most likely(hopefully) looking for the Walking Dead game fanfiction, not the comic, or TV series fanfiction.
If you are looking for walking dead fanfiction that isn't the game, you made a wrong turn somewhere on your way here and you need to turn around, you go up to where it reads Browse, click there, go down to TV (or Comics), click, then at the top of the page it sends you to there should be an alphabet highlighted in blue, hit the W, from there you should be able to find what you are looking for.
Now for those of you who are still here, this is the story of my fem-Lee, so if you don't like here deal with it, and I haven't seen a story about this, and I have searched vigorously, but surprisingly there was not a single one to be found, even though you can find at least 1 in every fandom. So I decided, I'll just write one, so there is one for people who want to read a story where Lee is a chick.
So my Fem-Lee is named Lea, she's not named Lee because even though Lee is a unisex name, you're gonna think of a guy when you read the name in a Walking Dead fic because our main male character from the game is named Lee. So to solve this issue I just changed the second E to an A, okay.
Another thing is, that Lea isn't a murderer like Lee is, because Lee's wife (ex-wife) cheated on him, and because Lea never got married to Lee's wife in the game, she was never cheated on, so she never killed the senator, she also never got married because of this fact. So instead of being (sorry to all married people reading this) a university history teacher because she was married and tied to one place, she became an archaeologist, and travels a lot.
If you read the little blurb I guess you could say, that's with the title, when you look though story titles. And you question why I put she was good at parkour, Lea has a totally different build from Lee, she's really small compared to him, she's about 5'3" and about 105LBS, she's able to manipulate her size and stature to her advantage, and because it's what she always did in her free time since she was about 5, she's really good at climbing things, and knows how to jump large distances with out killing her self (kind of useful considering how many people in the game seem to die or get injured from falling off things), among other things.
It was an odd six months for Lea Everett, she was riding in the back of a cab, on her way home after six months of being in Australia digging up excavation site after excavation site. It was supposed to be a quick trip, last one out of the country for a whole year. Well what would have been a whole year, it was only six months now. She should have been able to go over there, look at some bones, tell them what they were, and be back in the states in three days, come back and laze around at home, go to a few elementary schools and talk about what an awesome job it is to dig up dinosaur bones for a living, and go hunting with her kid brother, that's-, that was the plan anyways.
She used to be in a gang back in high school, till it started to get her younger brother into trouble with fights, so she quit the gang, she got the hell beat out of her, and got many death threats, but she didn't care, she cleaned up her act.
She didn't like school that much, absolutely hated math, history was the only thing she was interested in, she loved stories, and just old things like museums in general, so the fact that in history class the stories you heard were real, made it kind of amazing. She didn't know that her love of these stories would lead her to advanced history classes, then honors, then scholarships, a bachelors degree, and finally a masters degree in it, of all things.
She also didn't know her childhood past time of running up walls and doing back flips of off things, that had stuck with her through collage, would be useful in her everyday life, but apparently it is when whatever it is you're digging up is sticking out of the side of a cliff and you have to climb the support rig to get to it (you also don't have the hour it would take most people to take your sweet time climbing a sixty foot rig, just strap in and climb).
Another thing she loved was teaching, she taught her younger brother how to shoot, both a gun and a bow. They went hunting the second weekend of every month, back in middle school and high school, and even collage, till the exchange program. She loves to go around to elementary and middle schools and teach all of the ankle bitters about her job, she didn't have time for teenagers and their bad attitude.
She was going miss that the most, she had already missed the ones that had been scheduled this year. She was only 26 years old, only been out of collage for a year and a half now (she had been a part time student while she worked under another more experienced archaeologist since she was 23), hasn't even completely paid off her school loans yet, and here she is, sitting in the back of a cab wondering about what had happened in the 6 months she's been gone, as if she would be sent off again tomorrow. She hasn't seen her brother or parents in a month and a half, when she last had internet access, she had gone pretty far out in the wilderness after month 4, it seemed so far away now.
"Aren't you gonna say it?" asked the cab driver arching his brown in the mirror.
Lea looked into his eyes, "Say what?"
"By now most people start droning on about the problems in their life right now?"
"What do you do? Give people advice? Like a bartender?" she asked, looking out the widow, watching a police car scream by.
"...No, not all the time," he said after some time, "Most people still say something though. Like this one guy who thought he blinded his wife when he unknowingly spilled bleach into what he didn't know was an open bottle of contact solution."
"What happened?" questioned Lea, she didn't know what she would do in a situation like that probably panic. She turned nervously when she again heard sirens, only to see an ambulance race down the opposite side of the interstate, and a large military helicopter, with the word fly after it, almost dangerously close to the road. 'What's going on, a gas explosion, a bombing?'
"Told him to get his head on straight, drove him to the hospital," said the cabbe, "She was fine, had to take medicine, and had to wear glasses instead of contacts for a while, to not irritate her eyes."
Looking out the windshield, that her driver had turned away from, to talk to her, she saw the form of a person, most likely homeless from their tattered clothes, stumble onto the highway.
"WATCH OU-!" Lea shouts.
THUMP- Blood spattered on the wind shield but it looked far to dark and thick for it to be fresh (already half dry? From a vain?) -SCcHSHSccsh- Spinning off the road, as if trying to swerve around the person(?)(with strange blood) they had already hit -EeR- Skidding though the underbrush, unable to see anything from the reddish-brown gunk on the wind shield- WOOM! Then darkness.
I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 even though it was really short, I also hope that you continue to read this fic for how ever long I continue it. Fave and follow if you want to see what happens next. And constructive criticism or ideas about what should happen next in the story (Not right now, but when it picks up a little) is always welcome.
If you look at the character choice and go, how is that supposed to work, you'll get it latter when some of those characters come into the story.
