Okay….So here is my first Walking Dead fiction. I hope everyone likes it.

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Chapter One: Waiting

I crept back through the halls of the abandoned hospital with a backpack full of scavenged food from the nearly empty cafeteria. I knew I would soon have to venture out of the hospital to get supplies. Thank god the water here still worked. I had a bat that I had pillaged from the gift shop, tightly gripped in my hand and ready to swing. I hadn't seen one in a few days and haven't heard one in longer, but that didn't mean a thing. My eyes scanned the bullet-ridden walls and I suppressed a shudder as the sound of the screaming reverberated from the past. I was here when the hospital fell. When I saw soldiers gun down innocent and frightened doctors, nurses, patience's, whole families, mowed down out of the uncontrollable fear and panic that ran rank over the whole world.

I had been in my brother's room; he had been shot about a month before the world came to a screeching halt. I had run there when the chaos had first crept into the streets. I needed my brother to wake up. He was all I had left. Him and his family. I had been kneeling on the floor, shaking Rick as hard as I could when the door flew open. My eyes flew to the door in fear, relaxing only a hair when I saw it was Shane at the door. My brothers best friend since they were kids. "Kelly? What are you doing?"

"Shut the door, Shane, they're killing people out there!" he let the door fall shut behind him as he walked over to where I was at. "He won't wake up; I've been trying since I got here." The tears making themselves known as I watched Shane try to rouse my brother.

The sound of gun shots getting closer to where we were caused Shane to grab me and pull me to the floor. He kept a tight hand over my mouth as the door flew open and a solider appeared at the door, scanning his gun across the sterile room. My only thought was begging him not to shoot Rick. The man left, and we slowly stood up. Shane and I tried to carry Rick out, but he was too heavy, dead weight. The power cut and all the stuff Rick was hooked up to died.

Shane dumped Rick back on the bed and grabbed my arm. "We need to go-,"

"I'm not leaving him here!"
"Kelly, he's dead, his machines are gone. We cant carry him! We have to go."

"I'm not going and leaving him here to die!"

"He's already dead!" I was on auto-pilot as my right hand swung up and smacked Shane across the face. He let go of me and I fell to the floor, my head in my hands. If things hadn't been what they were, he would have hit me back. I had known Shane since I was little; he didn't hesitate to hit me back when I deserved it. I looked up when the door opened and Shane ran out the door. I sighed and pulled Rick back into the bed.

I heard scratching at the door and I ducked under Rick's bed again. The door was pushed open, reviling Shane. He rolled a gurney in front of Rick's door. I stood up and walked over and helped him lock it. He reached over and pulled me into a hug. "Take care of Lori and Carl, they're gonna need you. Get them out." I whisper as he kisses the top of my head.

"I love you." he says as he breaks away and pushes me back into Rick's room. I push the door shut and lock it as he pulls his gun out and walks down the hallway.

Now here I was, probably months later, and my brother still wasn't awake. He wasn't dead though, I checked his pulse every few minutes. I don't know what I would do if I ever felt his neck and it wasn't there. A few days after the hospital got over-ran the TV in Rick's room still worked, they had told people to go to Atlanta. I hoped that's where Shane and Lori were. Safe and sound. I had pulled a mattress off of one of the beds that were beside Rick's room about four days after I was left. I had killed eleven of them since this started. They didn't stick around the hospital, and for that I was grateful. I only had a bat after all. I let out a small breath when the hallway Rick was in came into focus, but my heart soon plummeted when I realized the gurney had been moved.

I ran hard, ignoring the fact that if one had gotten in, it was now hearing me coming after it, but I didn't care, my brother was defenseless. I skidded into Rick's room and I ended up panting as I stared at the empty bed and knocked over IV pole. My brother was gone.

I fought down the urge to yell his name. That would attract them, and I didn't want that. Rick would have no idea what was going on. I tried to slow my thoughts. If I was Rick and had woken up in this hell what would I do? I had no idea. Wait….I would go somewhere familiar. I would go home, so would Rick. I quickly made my way through the room, collecting some water in the empty bottles that littered the floor of Rick's room. One good thing about the world ending is I was able to highjack the Cola machine. I shoved my jacket and the water into my backpack and I grunt at the weight, then I dig around my pallet on the floor for my flashlight and grip my bat tight in my hand as I leave room 402. The room I had been in almost nonstop for the past several, countless days.

I clenched the bat tight in my hand, sweat slipped between my fingers as I made my way towards the stairwell, these things were not very smart and some steps seemed to be difficult for them. I ripped some tissue from my pocket and shoved some into each nostril, the smell still made its way to my senses. I had to fight the bile that rose into my throat. I slowly made my way down the steps, shinning the light quickly down the stairwell every-now-and-then, I did not want to draw attention to myself.

I hadn't been outside since before the massive panic hit, the scene that awaited me made me double over and toss up the food I had forced into my system before I went on my scavenge to the cafeteria. Bodies littered every corner and every surface. Abandoned cars and army vehicles congested the streets, flies buzzed and the sound made my eye twitch. I wiped the filth from my mouth, cringing at the taste in my mouth as I pushed on. I was getting dark. I knew I would make it to Rick's house before the sun went down, but would he? I held my bat tight and I ran as fast as I could to his small, blue house. I both hated and loved track in high school, and right now, as I ran past a few of them, I was very grateful I had stuck with it year after year. They didn't have a prayer to keep up with me.

I feel onto Rick's porch with a gasp of much-needed air. I had passed more of them than I had figured. I pushed myself up on very shaky feet and plowed my way though the house. I stumbled into the living room and as I took in the bare walls I felt a small flicker of joy in my chest. Lori, at least, had gotten out of the house alive. All the pictures were gone. I moved over to the shelf that housed their albums, they were gone too. I dropped my heavy bag on one of the chairs and I fell into the other one. I prayed Rick would show up soon. If he didn't I would have to take the measures to keep myself alive. That would require me locking all doors. I would barricade myself in Carl's room. It was up the steps and all the way down the hall. He had a lock on his door, put there when he was a toddler and he figured out how to open doors. I forced myself up and I went ahead and secured the back of the house. I locked the back door and pushed the fridge and kitchen table in front of it. I then shut every door between the kitchen and the living room. I hadn't seen anything yet.

I sat at the base of the steps and watched the sun go down. I finally sighed and closed and locked the front door. I could see limping figures coming up from the horizon. I pulled the couch in front of the door and tacked a blanket over the door. I quickly pulled the blinds and curtains closed before I made my way up the steps. I had already checked it out before, but I was still leery and careful. I had opened the master bedroom door so, if they got in the house, they would get distracted in there and hopefully leave me alone. I quickly relived myself before I locked myself in my nephew's room. it had two windows, one facing the front, which I tacked a blanket over earlier, and one the faced the back, which I wasn't worried about, all that was back there was woods and I wasn't planning on shinning any light in that direction.

I flipped the lock, I shoved Carl's dresser in front of the door, then I pulled the mattress off the bed then shoved the from in front of the dresser. Using the last rays of light I made me a pallet in the corner, setting the flashlight where I would be able to get it, but not accidently turn it on if I fell asleep. I drank some water, ate a few pretzels, then propped myself up against the wall. My gaze fell to the wall and traced the images of astronauts and aliens that were the wallpaper I had helped Lori put up for Carl's birthday a few years back. I looked at his toys that had been left behind and I had to wipe a tear when I saw his old teddy bear sitting abandoned in a corner. I had given it to him on his second birthday.

Surprisingly, I found myself growing tired and I snuggled down into the old blankets, I wanted to take my shoes off, but I didn't know if I would have to try and make a break out of the house to survive or not, and stopping for shoes would not help me live if it came to that. I heard some groaning from outside, but the house stayed quiet. I finally closed my eyes and prayed that God would help me through another night.

I bolted up right with a gasp of breath and my eyes frantically bolted around the room before the realization of where I was settled over me and I collapsed back against the mattress with a sigh. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before I decided I needed to get up and see what had happened in the night. I stood up, pulling my jacket up over my shoulders to ward off the morning air; I throw on my backpack and push the dresser out of the way. I stand still and hold my breath, waiting for any sound that the movement had attracted any unwanted attention. Several heartbeats' later I grab my bat and slowly open the lock and push the door open.

The eerie silence seems to flood my ears and I have to shake my head to clear it. I quickly scan the bathroom before bolting in there to relive myself, the smell of urine from last night floods my nose and I finish as fast as I can. I close the bathroom door behind me before I check Rick's old room, empty. I hold my breath and creep down the steps, cringing each time one of them creaks. I make it to the bottom just as the front door is forced open. I raise my bat high, ready to hit the thing in the head when it straightens, only to reveal the face of my older brother.

"Kelly?" he said, his face contorting into a look of disbelief. I felt my bat slip from my fingers as I took in my brother. He was standing, walking, dressed in a white t-shirt. He still looks disheveled and pale, but he was up. He was alive. I suck in a breath and charge after him. I wrapped my arms around and I felt hot tears fall down my face as I feel his arms go around me. "Kelly. You're here, you're alive." I just nod and hold onto him tighter. Letting my tears soak his white shirt, and for just a few seconds, all seems right.

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