Chapter 1- In the beginning God created Man and the Walkers
"Don't look at me like that," Roman, the muscular blue eyed Samoan roared at his significantly smaller girlfriend.
Brie, his petite dark haired girlfriend of 2 years, stared into his blue eyes, her green eyes filled with betrayal, sadness, fear ; his with anger, no morality to light a beacon of hope that he was the man she once fell in love with, a time so long floated away, washed up in her lone memory.
"What do you want me to do huh? Accept you wanting to roam around with those duck dynasty wannabes Roman? You didn't even consider coming to me and telling me before you made up your mind." Brie yelled back.
"If you want to leave, go!" He roared at her, and furiously unlike his usual gentile draping manner, he grabbed her arm, towering over her, squeezing her arm, tearing them asunder while she stood in dormancy this had become her Silentium.
Fear gushed in her, capering her heart. She gasped, a yearning for air to wipe away...what? She wouldn't dear recall the events of the previous night. He'd never touched her like that before.
The white satin sheets covered her waist. The white walls of her bedroom in the Georgian styled house , its white furniture, tiling so white no glimpse of black, no tamping of color, no emotion- it dissolved loneliness.
As she laid in bed, her black hair, fear paled tan skin, and the manly red bruised hand print, wrapped defiantly around her upper arm ; all seem to contrast with the whiteness of the large room
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"Lets make our bedroom white"
"okay, we could get some white furniture"
"like all the white"
"are you crazy brie, you know yourself, you can't keep anything clean much less an all white room"
"is that a dare?"
she recalled the time they bought the house together, and how happy she glared at him In their conversation which he happily returned even if he was overwhelmed by decorating ideas.
She remembered how after butting heads about simple things like which color paint to make the walls, he would always grab her lovingly, careful not to hurt her- knowing how significantly stronger he is than her- then as she laughed and squirmed for him to let go he would ever so gently kiss her on her full red lips, she would calm down and slowly tip her toes and wrap her thin arms around him. He would slowly lift her unto him as they slowly kissed and feel her smile knowing what they where going to do. "We are suppose to be unpacking Reign!" she whispered seductively in his ear. He grunted trying to ignore her as he lowered her down onto their make shift bed since they hadn't bought furniture for their new house. Kissing her softly on her soft skin and his long black hair moving cohesively across her slim frame, He felt her relax in his hold. Caressing her body, groping her breast, momently looking at her head slightly joust back in pleasure.
He slowly moved his hands to the bottom of her jeans to unbutton it and if on cue she stopped his hand, stared passionately in his blue eyes and smiled cheekily, " we have to unpack today." And with that she got up and left him in their room.
" God Brie I hate when you do that to me" he laughingly shouted running after her.
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Now life was different. Brie slowly climbed out of her satin sheeted bed, cringing whenever her bruised arm hurt and slowly walked out of her room, down the large hall, admiring how after all this mayhem the white glassed chandeliers were still high up in the Romanesque ceiling, swinging but never enough to fall.
As she passed room after room, which were occupied by the friends she made seeking refuge. She wondered if she was up early of if everyone had already gone out hunting. She finally reached the enormous living room, filled with 5 large black recliner coaches all facing each other in a circle.
The sofas which once were faced towards the two large flat screen tv on the cream wall of had become the best place for planning and ordering work schedules amongst each other.
She walked across the living room into the kitchen to get a knife an orange and slowly went towards the the curtained patio doors. She slowly opened the curtains, admired the coming sunset cut her orange and ate in silence. Until she saw one. "how did you get pass the gate" she thought.
Mindlessly she opened the doors. Her scent was enough for the male walker, blood soaked, gaunt body, goo covered cannibal to start aiming towards her direction, moaning in hunger.
She calmly walk towards him, and as if she were doing this her whole life instead of 9 months she grabbed it by the shirt and stabbed it in the head.
Walking away, her soul like the walkers which had infected 90% of the world she had lost her ephemeral beauty. Her life was gone, shackled in this ugly bloody, deceptive world.
-End of Chapter 1-
Please R&R this is my first story and I hope you guys like it so far. Still to come...who are the other people in this family unit, what's up with roman and brie's relationship? Why is she mad at him? How did the walker get into the yard? And also flashbacks to when time was peaceful!