DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS GO TO AMC, I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD, JUST THE CHARACTER(s) I CREATED. PLEASE ENJOY.
I DON'T WANT TO MESS UP WITH THE FLOW OF THE SHOW AND BECAUSE OF THE STORYLINE, THIS IS GOING TO TAKE PLACE AFTER THE SEASON FINALE.
As the sun begins to set on the east side of the river bank in Georgia, a ten year old little girl with hair as black as coal is sitting down staring at the water, thinking about her parents and the accident that killed them. Her older brother, just shy of sixteen, walks towards her and breaks her away from those thoughts. She looks at him and as he sits down next to her, she instantly smells the fish smell, you can obviously tell he was fishing, which he does on most weekends with his grandfather. It used to be him, his dad and his gramps but it's just been them two recently and he likes keeping up the tradition and one day it was going to be him, his son and his gramps, just like now. She sees her grandparents house in the distance and the playset she basically grew up on with her brother.
"I miss them too, you know," her brother tells her as he looks at the water with her. She lets a tear out as she thinks about all the good times she had with her mother and father. "All me and gramps talked about was dad all day, remembering the time dad let that 15 pounder get away." He says cracking a smile. She looks at him. "I can't stop thinking about how mom would sing everything, its like she was living in a musical in her head. And how dad would encourage her...I miss her voice. I miss them so much." She says letting tears just fall gracefully from her eyes, her brother hugs her trying to take away all her pain.
"No matter what happens in this life, I will always be here for you. You will always have your big brother, you got that." He looks at his sister as she nods her head. "Ok."
As I awoke from my dream, a memory one in fact, I remembered why I was on my way back to Georgia. My older brother, the one that loved me conditionally, the only family I officially have left, was there. I was sleeping in a camper I took from my grandparents house in New York, I was there for college and stayed afterwards, I got a job as a journalist at the Times and worked there for a while. My life was going great until this outbreak happened, it was just as fast as other places in the states and over seas. The only reason i'm not dead right now is because of my brother, he taught me to fight, how to shoot a gun all that stuff when I was younger so I knew what to do. I wasn't afraid to shot someone, in fact the first walker I shot was my grandparents, I went to their home in New York, the place they choose to retire to and found them as the walking dead. I took the gun over the fireplace, the one gramps used to kill dozens of times to kill deer and duck with, and I killed them. I started crying the next morning when I realized I could be the only one left.
Cell phone towers were down and there was no way for me to even get in touch with my brother so I grabbed the keys to the camper, all gramps guns, bullets, any weapons I can find, even his bow and arrow, some food and whatever clothes I had with me. I'm not saying I didn't loot or anything, If I had to I would take what I needed, gas, food, clothes even. But I did I could to get to back to the place I grew up just to see if my brother was still alive. All I was hoping for was to see him, know my life can at least be semi normal.
I looked around the camper just to make sure I was safe and peeked outside, I was in the woods some where in Georgia, hopefully near my brother. Everyday I woke I hoped i'd find him, alive. There wasn't any walkers around so it was safe for me to leave, I peed in the adjacent bathroom and then grabbed the keys from the table, threw them into the ignition and headed to the road. My mind kept drifting from other memories. I still remember the day he taught me how to shoot a gun...
"The trick is to aim it a little lower than the center," he tells me as I hold the BB gun up to my eleven year old frame. He grabs the gun from my hands and shows me the right way to hold it. "If you don't do it the right way, grandpa will never take you hunting with us." He tells me, teaching me the right way to hold a gun. "What's wrong with this way?" I asks him getting a little impatient. "That way your going to hurt yourself, the back will pop onto you." He then shows me the right way to hold a gun, when he hands it back I follow and do the same thing, shooting it. As I bring it down I noticed I made it into the center of a bullseye in the backyard of our grandparents property. "Good job. Now you have to aim for something moving."
"But I don't want to kill a helpless creature," I tell him. The real reason I wanted to learn was to have something to do with my brother, I wasn't girly but I wasn't a tomboy. He looks at me, into my eyes. "Seanna, one day your going to shoot something. It might be a deer, rabbit, maybe even if a person." He tells me, I look at my brother, knowing that if tradition sticks in this family i'll end up a police officer just like gramps, our dad, and possibly one day, my brother. "I'll never get the hang of this." I complain and head to a spot to sit down, he follows me and does the same. "You'll get it, it's going to take some getting used to. I was scared to shoot a rabbit at first, but it's going to get easy after the first time." I look at him, thinking about mom and dad. "But what if their parents, huh, what if they have kids?" My brother now understands why I don't want to hurt an animal.
"This is about mom and dad isn't it?" He asks, I don't want to look at him because obviously it was. Even though our parents died in a car crash, not shot. It still worried me.
If that day never had happened, I would be dead right now. I owe everything to my brother. As I looked on the road, I saw a petite Asian guy flagging me down. Obviously if this was a walker i'd just shoot and don't worry about it, but this was an alive person. I stop the camper and take the keys out, put them into my pocket, grab my lucky pistol and put it into the back of my jeans. I get out and walk by him. "Do you need something?" I ask him.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, but you were the only person that's been on this road. Me and my group, we're in need of some help." This guy seems genuine, I look him over, he's wearing jeans and t shirt and a baseball cap. "What do you need?" I ask him, just as I notice a familiar face, as I see Rick standing there I gasp for air in my chest. "Rick!" He looks over at me, "Seanna?" tears form in his eyes, we rush into each others arms, we both start crying, I can't believe I found HIM.