The Green-Eyed Monster

By Robin Burton

Here it is, my second attempt at Walking Dead fanfic! This one is actually a more original story than my last one, which just filled in scenes around the show. It takes place after the fall of the Governor and Caryl has already been established as a couple. Hope you like it!

The Walking Dead does not belong to me but I love those who it does belong to.

Chapter 1

Shannon sat alone in the tiny storage closet in the convenience store. She knew she'd been in there for at least a day, possibly more. She was cramped, her legs squished against a vacuum cleaner. Her thirst was becoming almost unbearable and she knew she would have to leave to find water soon.

Outside the door she could hear them moving and groaning, the walking dead. Occasionally one would smack into her door and she'd jump but it never went further than that. They did not know she was in there or else they would have already ripped the door off the hinges. She wondered if David has become one of them yet, if he was lurking just outside the door.

She felt herself starting to cry again but there were no tears left inside her. Dehydration does that to a person. This was the worst it had been since civilization fell. First she'd been with her family at the school, which was not in a populated area so they survived months there with few incidents. When it became overrun, her father and uncle were lost trying to protect them and then it was just her mom and her brother Alex with her after that.

They holed-up in some guy's basement. He'd been hoarding food and water so that lasted them almost three months before her mom got sick. She went in an agonizing way with vomiting, fever and delirium but at least it was fast. When her corpse reanimated, she and David had locked her in the basement, unable to put her down themselves. Since then, they'd been scrounging from houses and stores to stay alive.

The loss of David, her 15-year-old brother, had been the most painful. She cared more about him than anyone else in the world, even before the world went to crap. To watch those monsters just rip him apart right in front of her was soul-crushing. He'd saved her life though. While they had been attacking him, he'd yelled at her to run and she did. They did not see her hide in the closet.

Her thoughts wondered back to her life before. It had been so perfect, all planned out. She was just finishing her junior year in college, majoring in Communications. Not that she ever planned to use that degree. She'd been screwing this upper classman who was in line to inherit his father's multi-million dollar corporation. He might not have been the most good-looking guy but he was head-over-heels in love with her and she could just live as his rich wife. Spend his money and have servants wait on her. But now that was all ruined.

A noise disturbed her thoughts. It sounds like a shout followed by the dropping of a body. With thirst clawing at her throat, she decided it was time to move. If she didn't die at the hands of the monsters, she would surely die of dehydration. Flinging the door open, she stepped out to meet her fate.

One of the dead that was shuffling by immediately took notice and veered in her direction. Crying out in fear, she tried to slam the door closed again but it was blocked by his decaying body. Its rotting arm came up, reaching for her.

Suddenly, an arrow lodged itself in the middle the monsters head. The thing dropped to the floor, unmoving. She saw another one fall in the same manner. Timidly, she stepped out of the closet again.

He came stalking down the aisle towards her, like a vengeful angel. The crossbow was strapped across his back and a large hunting nice held in his large hand. A look of grim determination was set on his face as he plunged the knife through the skull of the nearest dead woman coming at him. She stood there is awe, taking in his muscular arms in the sleeveless shirt and his scruffy hair as he dispatched the last walker. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as he turned his piercing blue eyes towards her.

"Yur comin' with me."