AN: Hello every one! I'm back for this story. I would first and foremost It feels great writing again in the world of Walking Dead. I had a mini vacation, but that's over lol

Second thing, this is very much an OC setting for the Walking Dead especially in the first few chapters. However we will see some familiar people along the way.

Third thing, if you have not read my other story "the Sound of Silence" I really suggest you do read that just you grasp an idea on who this Main Character is.

Lastly, this story is rated M for a reason, mainly because of disturbing writing. Gory Matters here. Just thought I should give you fair warning.

without further ado, here is the very first chapter of "Wish You Were Here." Apologizes for the typos!

Chapter 1: I Went to Atlanta to Die

I went to Atlanta to die. I looked down the to the street and saw just how far I was from the ground. There's nothing left for me here on this planet. For all I know everyone is dead. I lifted my foot in the air to take a step off the building.

Three Weeks Ago

Paul looked around the bus station he was at, he saw all the chaos and mania that was going through the crowds. Evacuating a city will never be a calm and orderly manner. He just decided it was better to stay in his seat while he waits for one of the soldiers to tell him to get on a bus.

"Go the field trip! They said! It'll be fun! They said!" he shook his head going through his phone, trying to get a hold of his sister. All signals were dead, much like the things that are walking around in the streets.

People started screaming as gun shots went off. Paul instantly jumped up and hid behind the bench he was at. Soldiers were now mowing down who ever they saw. Paul crawled away slowly as he heard people, human people, being torn apart.

This place was no longer safe for him. He came her with his friends for a school field trip, but when they got here things went crazy. He saw some of his friends get eaten alive in front of him. Paul tried to save one girl, but they grabbed her from his hand. So he ran to where he saw military vehicles that eventually took him here. None of that mattered now, he needed to find a way home to get back to his mother and sister.

More civilians came into the station making it difficult for Paul to leave. When more gunshots were heard he was being pushed and shoved back and forth. He was thrown against a concrete wall, hard, hurting his shoulder. Paul clung to the wall and started scale his way toward the door. This will be tricky. He looked over and saw a current leaving out. Paul took a deep breath. He charged his way over through all the frightened people.

He managed to run out of the busing area only to see worse images of the city. Building caught fire, more of those things eating live humans or breaking open cars to get in. Paul just kept running, running until he was out of breath. He came across a pharmacy store, Hardwick Rx, and ran in there to catch a breath.

Paul was terrified, he was texting his sister one minute yesterday and then everything went to hell. He had to spend the night in that damn bus station waiting to get out of this hell. His nightmares were filled with his friends screaming for help. But all those screams echoed outside as he peeked out the boarded up window.

When Paul got up off the floor he saw a man looking at him.

"Uh, Hi?" he said.

A man with brownish blond hair and dark green eyes was holding a baseball bat but let it fall to the side of his tall, lean figure when the boy said hi.

"Are you one of those things?" he asked. Paul shook his head fast, "No way. I've been running. They can't get you if you're fast enough."

The man nodded, "I'm Vince Hardwick," he stuck his hand out. Paul was hesitant at first, but shook the hand of what looked like a kind hearted man, "Paul, Paul Braddock."

"Paul, are you alone? Is there no family with you?"

Paul shook his head, "No, I'm actually just visiting the "fine" city." Vince frowned, "Sorry this visit turned crappy."

"Me too."

Vince threw his hand back , in a welcoming way, "Please, come meet the rest of us. My wife and daughter are upstairs."

Paul looked around and realized this pharmacy wasn't just a pharmacy. They walked up the steps leading into an apartment.

"You own the place?" Paul asked as they climbed up the hallway stairs. Vince nodded, "It's a family business. Been going on for three generations. My dad gave it to me after he passed."

"My sister wanted to be a nurse. But now, I don't know."

Vince opened the door and a small little girl came running up to him, "Daddy!" she hopped on him, "Shh, Violet. Remember what we said about keeping quiet," Vince told her. She had blond hair and big green eyes. She was wearing pink jeans and a white shirt. She gave a pouty face to her father.

"Vince, she's six. She doesn't understand what's-," a blond woman that looked like the little girl came out of the kitchen area, "Oh hello," she greeted when she saw Paul, "Vince, who's this?"

Vince looked over at the seventeen year old boy, "This is Paul. I found him running in here downstairs. Paul lifted up a hand, "Hi."

"Hello. Vince may I speak to you alone," she said never looking away from Paul. Vince set down Violet and walked over to his wife in the kitchen."

Paul decided to sit down on the couch they had. Violet ran up and sat next to him, "How old are you?"

"Oh, I'm seventeen."

"I'm six and a half," she held up six fingers and one that was barely up. Paul smirked, "The big six. I remember being that age. I wasn't too happy."

"I like being six. I get to act like one of the big kids."

Vince came back and picked up Violet, "Paul, we're going to be leaving the city tomorrow. Would you care to join us, since you're alone?"

Paul looked up at him and the girl in his arms, he looked over at Vince's wife and she smiled at him. He shrugged, "Okay. I mean having company sounds better than being alone."


They were eating dinner in the small apartment. Paul only ate green beans, broccoli and the corn. Violet was seated next to him eating her chicken that was cut up by Vince's wife.

"I don't think I caught your name," he asked the blond woman.

"Oh," she licked her fingers from touching the food, "I'm Vivian."

Paul nodded, "The food is delicious Vivian," he took a bite of his food.

"Thank you. You sure you don't want chicken?"

"Oh no thank you. I'm a vegetarian."

"What's a veg-a-tear-ian?" Violet asked out loud.

"That means he doesn't eat meat and only vegetables. Unlike you," Vince joked.

"Yuck!" she got a piece of broccoli and threw it toward Vince.

"Little Raptor," he dodged.

Paul smirked at the two. Paul never really knew his dad. He up and left his family when he was six. Paul tried to be strong for his mother and sister since he was the man of the house.

After dinner Vivian got some blankets and a pillow for Paul, "You can sleep on the couch," Paul nodded his head, "Thank you. I really apprieciate you taking me in under such conditions."

Vivian smiled, "Well, Vince normally has a good eye for trust worthy people," she walked back to her bedroom. He took off his jean jacket and tossed it on the floor as he kicked his red converses off. He didn't have a change of clothes, all he had to wear was his black long sleeve and dark wash jeans. Paul laid down underneath the blanket staring at the ceiling. Maybe he should just go on with out his sister and mother. They might just be better off with out him. He couldn't save his friends, how could he save his own family? Who knows, maybe they are somewhere safe and away from everything, but those chances are even with them being dead. He'll hitch a ride with these people out of the city, maybe then he could sneak away back up home.

Paul's train of thought was interrupted when a small figure was above him. He turned to see the blond child looking down at him.

"What's wrong, Violet?"

"I'm too scared to sleep," she whimpered. Paul sat up, "What's keeping you up?"

"I don't want the monsters to get me and daddy said I can't keep the lights on," her voice whispered. Paul stood up and took her hand. He led her back to her room, "I'll do what my mom did for me when I was your age," Paul looked in her closet, "Any monsters in there?"

Violet shook her head. Paul looked under her bed, "See any here?" another head shake. He stood up to close her door to see if anything was behind it, "Here?"

"No," Paul picked her up and placed her in bed, "So none of them are in your room. You don't have anything to be scared of."

"But they could come into our house," she looked up at him with her big green eyes. Paul nodded, "True, but I'm going to be sleeping out there and keeping watch."

Violet tilted her head and winced her eyes, "How can you sleep and watch at the same time?"

"I sleep with one eye open," he assured her, "Nothing is going to get you."

Paul put the blankets over her, "Now go to sleep. From what I hear there's a big day a head of us," he turned to see a stuffed cat on a chair. Paul went over to grab it and set it next to her, "Sleep tight, Vi," he walked out of there and slept with one eye open.

AN: So this might not have been that long but it is the beginning. Thank you so much for reading and please let me know your thoughts. See guys in the next chapter.