The Walking Dead

Lee Everett, a somewhat good looking man sat in the back of the cops car, ready to be thrown into jail for the rest of his life. Only a few days ago had been the case against him, where the jury convicted him guilty.

He had killed a man. A man who was sleeping with his wife. In fact, it was the Senator. Lee had found him, in his house, naked with his wife! Then he grabbed the nearest thing around him, and threw it down onto the Senators head.

If Lee had stopped there it would have been a different story. But he didn't. He crushed the wooden clock in his hands against the Senators head multiple times, each strike stronger than the rest but he only stopped when he noticed the Senators life less eyes staring into his own.

Blood was dripping from the clock and a spray of blood was covered over Lee.

Now he was here, looking down at the handcuffs which bound him to imprisonment. Not like he would try to get away. He made the wrong decision. And that was his fault.

"Well," The police officer in the front said with a country side accent. "I don't think you did it,"

Lee looked up at the old man who was at least in his sixties, and asked

"What makes you say that?"

"Everyone, and I mean everyone who is sitting where you are always tries to plead innocent.

Like once, there was a man, in his late thirties, sobbing and yelling, 'I didn't do it! I didn't do it!'" The officer had a looked of disgust on his face.

"Well, did he do it?"

"The cops had caught him red handed! Cutting up his wife like a butcher! His two boys had seen it and called the cops!" The officer looked exasperated.

The radio suddenly crackled to life and a voice behind it was reporting all officers to head into the city. Apparently there was a riot.

The old man turned it down, not really listening. Lee looked out the window and watched as a squadron of police cars raced down the street.

The radio again crackled to life.

"All reporting officers, report to the city, there is being a full blown rio-"

The officer turned the radio off.

"Shouldn't you get that?" Lee delicately asked so he didn't sound like he was telling the officer what to do.

"You shouldn't worry yourself with that, anyways, let me tell you this story right…," Lee looked out the driver's window, and saw a man slowly moving across the street. Lee thought the man would start running as he saw the car but no, he just kept his slow pace.

"Anyways, so this guy-"

"Officer! Watch out!" Lee yelled pointing with his cuffed hands towards the man right in front of them.

"Waa!" The officer yelled, crashing into the body which limped out the way. But the officer lost control over the car and it surged forward off the road and into the forest. The officer slammed the brakes and the car tumbled sideways. Lee screamed then hit his hand against the roof of the car, rendering him unconscious.

A series of screams and yells followed as Lee was briefly awake during those unconscious hours. He could remember seeing a figure on top of the hill, his mouth wide open and blood drooping from his chin.

Lee opened his eyes in a quick flash, wondering where he was and what happened. Then it all sank in. The man, the car crash, and then this. Lee looked around the car and out the driver's window, stifling a gasp as he saw the old officer on the ground outside, a pool of blood around him and both of his legs hacked off.

Who…could have done this? Lee looked away and tried to figure out how to get out. He looked at the passenger window which was cracked from the crash. Lee smashed his foot against it once. Then twice. Then three times. The glass shattered into pieces, falling to the ground. Lee made his way out, shuffling through the wreckage which would no longer be called a car. Maybe a hazard, accident.

And one thing stuck in Lee's mind. Where were the authorities? Surely someone could have seen the wreck and called the cops. Lee placed his feet against the ground outside, then nearly fell onto the glass as he noticed his leg was weak and each time he moved it, it throbbed with pain.

Lee looked down at his leg, noticing the gash across it. Lee struggled to get to the front of the car, but somehow he managed. A shotgun lay on the floor not that far away. The old officer must have been using it, but against what? Lee made his way to the old man, needing to get his hand cuffs off and call the cops or something.

The keys were in the back pocket of the…dead officer. Lee bent down and cringed as his leg took full effect of his injury. He grabbed the keys and put it in the cuff hole, turning it but losing his grip. It fell to the ground, right beside the officer's mouth.

Lee bent down slowly, a fear that the officer would chomp his hand off if he grabbed the keys. He's dead, Lee. Just calm down. He's dead. Then he realized something. The officer was dead. But who killed him? Lee quickly grabbed the keys and the officer…did nothing. He didn't move or anything.

Lee sighed in relief. See, he's dead, Lee told himself. Lee unlocked the handcuffs and felt better that they were off. Lee looked at the sky for only one second and felt something brush his foot. Lee looked down, and watched as the officer turned his head with a crack and looked at him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head so you could only see white. A snarl entered the officers' throat and he smelt like shit, Lee noticed. For one second the officer just stared at Lee. Then he lurched forward, aiming for the neck.

Lee leaped back, kicking the officer in the process. But the kick only fazed him and soon the officer was on Lee's tail. Lee shuffled back towards the car. Maybe he can take shelter inside!

No, wait, it's locked. Shit! Lee kicked the officer in the face as he tried to leap again. Lee slammed his back to the car and looked at his surroundings. The officer was gaining ground and would catch him in seconds. Then Lee remembered the shotgun. Lee looked at the shotgun a little ways from him and jumped for it. The officer changed direction and as he leaped at him Lee clicked the trigger. But nothing happened.

At the last second Lee smashed the butt of the shotgun against the officer's head and looked around for a shell. Its empty, of course it is! Lee was frustrated with himself.

He smashed his foot against the officers' face each time he got closer and then he saw it, the shotgun shell. He made a grab for it, pumped it in the shotgun and the exact moment the officer went to jump again he fired it.

Half of the officers' head was blown off and he limped slowly onto Lee. Lee pushed the dead carcass off him, wiping the blood of the…man off him. Lee stood and tried to figure out what the fuck was going on!

Lee stood from the ground and saw a figure near the end of the small outcrop of the forest.

"Hey!" Lee cried out. "We-I need some help! Please!"

The figure disappeared and slinked back into the cover of the trees. A…moan caught his attention from behind him. Lee looked around and saw a man, with rotten flesh which fell from his face as he walked. He moaned, and moaned and got forever closer to Lee.

This man, Lee started to think, backing away. Was just like the officer. A…zombie? Lee jumped back as he heard another moan from behind him, a woman this time with damp hair and dried blood splashed over her face. She snarled and screeched at him. Lee walked as fast as he could through the forest, hearing moan after another.

At some point at least twenty walkers were chasing him, wanting to…eat him, Lee could guess. He found himself at a wooden fence. A dead end. Lee looked back and saw all the walkers gathering around him, getting closer and closer. Lee hurried, climbing the fence as fast as he could and dropping to the other side with a thump.

Lee backed away from the fence, hearing the scratches and moans from the other side. Then gun shots rung in the air, coming from the direction of the forest. The moans faded and the scratches stopped.

Lee sighed in relief, lying on the bare grass. He sat up and looked at his leg which looked worse than before.

At least you're alive Lee, he told himself. For now.