Hi guys,

I havent uploaded in so long, 2015 to be exact. I was looking back at all my old stories and felt that i wanted to continue this, but first i wanted to revise all of what i have written before, so all the chapters will be different however it will be the same story just more in depth chapters and dialouge. Characters will be the same with less OC'ness.

It will be starting from Season One again, but i wont be spending so much time on it, i want to get to seasons 3-4 as quick as possible as they are my favourite, apart from Season 7.
I wont rush, but you will see how quick i plan to make this story as i have many ideas for season 3 and 4.

Anyway guys, wish me luck and i hope this chapter is much better than its previous one.

OWTS - if you cant remember what this means then you suck... I'm joking, ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter One : Family.

What could one do in a foreign country when the world comes to a devastating halt. Life as we know it crumbling around me. It was only meant to be a family holiday in Atlanta Georgia, not learning to survive in a apocalyptic world.

Family was the most important aspect of my life. I grew up learning to deal with an non existent dad, an deteriorating disable mum, 4 unbearable but lovable siblings and my step mother. It was hard at the age of 16 caring for my mother while me dad pretended i didn't exist, leaving my step mother to actually love me like her own daughter. Well, she wasn't actually my step mother anymore. My dad ruined everything and he tainted the relationship they had, so now he was lonely doing whatever while Callie became my mums best friend. We became closer as a family due to the hard time my father had puts us through.

Yet, i juggled college life and a social life while caring for everyone, working weekends and really struggled, leaving no time for myself to recover. Another two long years that went on for, so because i was the oldest i took the burden, yet when i turned 18 it gave the role to my sister and attended uni. I struggled for the next three years to study and still made time to care for my mum as that part of my life never left me. It became a routine to me, but once those three years where over and i had that degree in my hands, those hard times turned into my bright times. The struggle and stress became my success.

I wanted to become an author and now at the ripe age of twenty six I was taking a break from my fifth book. It was when i collapsed exhausted from the strain of life that my mum decided it was high time for everyone as a family to get away for a week. Even at 26 she looked after me, so for that i was the one helping her out, i paid for most of the trip. I booked all of the flights, the hotel and extra activities, while mum wanted to sort out the travel and spending money herself. I still brought money to give everyone anyway, i always loved spoiling my family. It was when we were struggling as children that made my determination for my books to be a success more powerful, all i wanted was my mum to live the life she loved after doing everything she could to support us. I was only paying her back for the love she gave us.

The holiday was also a time where we were going to finally meet with mums american family. Travelling down to Kings County was the trip planned for tomorrow, before we found out that the dead started to walk that is. The day was normal, or normal in my case. I never listened to the radio or news stories that morning, we were on holiday, all we wanted to do was relax. I started the day as many people would. Wake up, shower, change, eat. I also darted outside the hotel room to have a fag with my mum on the porch. Our view was amazing, over looking the beautiful resort with stunning pools and the surrounding hotels.
It was then that my two of my brothers came darting out of the door and came running round to me.
"Can we go to the range today?" they had all but screeched.
Archery came second nature to me. When your only solitude growing up was going to practice your skills, letting your mind wandered as you strike each target dead centre. It was bliss.
I hadn't given much thought that day to anything happening out of the ordinary but it did. The world as we know it ended. I lost half of family. I lost half of myself.
Everything from then was a blur. I remember returning to the hotel room. I remember the smell. I remember the screams. I remember blood. Lots of it.

Staggering into the hotel room laughing at my two brothers to the scene was something one can not un see. Guts, cuts, blood and skin, a mixture of mess that spilled out of my siblings. I stumbled into my brothers as i took a step back pushing them out of sight. My mum turned to look at me. Her eyes as lifeless as my brother and sister beneath her. Her hair still plaited, soft everything about her was the same, yet her eyes was white as the titled kitchen floor, skin as pale as the dungy toilet. Her mouth dripped with blood as red as the carpet before me. I couldn't even try to describe to you the thoughts, emotions and train of words the echoed through my mind. If it wasn't for the fact that i could see what she had been doing to my siblings i would have thought that was all a sick joke.

Mum cocked her head to one side and slowly stood. Her disability keeping her from furthering forward as a faster pace as my brother called out to her. Sobbing i pushed him out of the room again, turning to see my step mother running down the hall. On her heels was a man, tall built and covered in blood as well. He didn't seem dead like my mother did but i still stayed cautious. Looking at my mum again as she staggered towards were we stood tears road down my face is trickles. I don't think anyone would want to think of their mother dead, let alone walking about as if she was alive. I didn't take rocket science to tell she was dead, there was a bite mark on her arm that stood out in its angry infected place upon her body. That's where she got infected. Morales was the one to shoot her. No matter how much i wanted to my body couldn't do it. I willed myself to stop her suffering. All her life and even now all i wanted to do was ease the pain and i couldn't even help her after.

We made our way out of the resort safely, allowing me time to grab two bows and plenty of ammo. I also dashed over to the fencing courts, although as weird as it sounds, in one of the advanced teaching rooms they hung real samurai swords on the wall. Why, i would never find out now. I knew we were going to need them, along with supplies and clothes for my siblings that were left.

Kearon and Leo sat in the back of our 7 seated car behind me, huddle together under a thick blanket. Looking in the rear view mirror at them i could see streak of tears falling down their faces. Even as a teenage at the age of 15, something like this was to have such an impact on the boy. I just wanted to whisk Leo away from the world. Kearon well he had his mum still as harsh as that was, but as a nine year old boy, he probably was going to be suffering from nightmares for a very long time. It was when we sitting in the car, along a main highway into Atlanta that i realised that this was probably not going to stop anytime soon, this pandemic, this zombie apocalypse. It was just the beginning.

I didn't know how long we had been sitting on the highway for. It was dark now and people were walking away from cars and starting the long walk to Atlanta. We decided to stay, just in case all else fails. Climbing out the car i let my brothers sleep in the back, curled into each other, they clung to each other. In any other situation i would have thought it was cute, however, when the end of the world strikes its anything but cute.

Sighing softly to myself, i stepped round to the back of the car away from the others and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and drawing in as much smoke as i could. Yes, i had another 6 packets in my bag, but i knew they was not going to last long. Exhaling and flicking the ash to my right, i looked up to the sky, watching the stars twinkle in the darkness. Stars still shinning even in this hell did give me hope, it made me believe that my mum, Poppy and Wayne were looking down on us and ensuring we were safe. Taking another drag i looked among the cars in-front of me. The one in front had been abandoned an hour ago. The chevy truck to the left held two men, one bald staring any woman to walk past up and down before catcalling and shouting crude comments out the window. The man sat next to him, obviously his brother from the same blue eyes they shared stared out of his window looking over the cars before me. He scanned the crowd, eyes darting between people as a fag dangled between his lips, he also taking a drag every few seconds. Sighing and looking down at my cigarette watching it getting smaller by the minute i wondered what would happen next. Flicking the ash again i straightened.
"Kelia,"
Looking over my shoulder i handed my packet of cigarettes to Callie, she sighed, taking one out of the packet before handing it back.
"It would be me to start smoking again at a time like this," she chuckled softly, yet there was no humour behind it.
"Just don't let Kearon see you," I joke trying to lighten the mood. Slipping my left hand in my pocket i leaned against the car and took another toke.
"What do you thinks going to happen?" I wondered, my question hanging between us.
"Four British people surviving in a foreign country, trying to survive," she paused, looking to the sky. "I don't know yet," she whispered.
Looking down at the fag between my fingers, i watched the last of it burn down to butt before i threw it to one side. I already needed another. I looked over at Callie as she looked at me, "How are the boys?" she asked. I looked through the back window at their heads. I didn't even know if they where going to even wake up anytime soon.
"As good as they can be i expect," I looked towards her with a sad smile, "Me and Leo are probably the last of our family, struggling to comprehend what we saw back at the hotel and knowing we will never be able to return home,"
Tears puddled in my eyes but i never let them fall, I blinked them away as i looked up to the sky again, "We will just have to survive, somehow," I whispered.

It didn't take long before more shit hit the fan. We had just seen bombs being dropped on Atlanta city. Huge bombs. That safe zone lasted long. Leo and Kearon had finally woken up. Kearon clung to his mothers side as she spoke to another mother and her son. Leo stayed with me, playing with his bow that i had given him. He was a little unsteady with it, but he could hit his target, 2/3 times at least. Having my bow over my shoulder with a quiver on my back i felt a lot safer. After seeing the bombs drop i knew it was just time before i might have to use it.

Sighing i lit another fag and leaned against the car. Shane, a King County cop said he knew of a place were we could set up camp while we waited for this to blow over. I wondered if he knew mums cousin. I hadn't met or seen pictures of my mums cousin, i just knew his name was Rick. I wish mum was here.
"Dumb fucker," i whispered to Leo while he chuckled. I took another toke on my fag when someone approached me from my right. The man from before, the hottie that was leaning out his window with a fag between his lips. He was hotter up closer. Well it was the end of the world after all.
"...Lighter," The only word i heard from his sentance i just handed him my lighter and watched him light it. Damn, not concerntrating could get me killed.
"Thanks," he whispered, his southern accent seeping through. "No problem," i replied, smiling softly.
"You british?" he asked, leaning against the car next to me.
I laughed lowly, "Did the accent give it away?," i replied sarcastically, and he smiled quickly.
Both taking a drag on our fags Kearon the bounded over. Leo had slipped back into the car at some point without me even realising. I felt guilty for a second before i lifted Kearon onto my left hip.
"What's up little man?," i asked tickiling him.
"Mum said we are getting ready to leave with the police man soon,"
"Okay, little man, how about you get in the car with Leo and get ready to leave okay,"
"Okay," he smiled toothily, before shimmering out of my hands and onto the floor before darting into the car. Turning round i looked at the man next to me. Flicking my fag, i spoke softly.
"If you and your brother have nowhere to go, tag along with us, theres a quarry about 1 mile down this slip road ahead, a couple of us are going to set up camp."
He looked over at his truck for a second before nodding.
"M'kay," I smiled, before holding my hand out, "Kelia,"
He didn't shake my hand, he walked away from me with a wave over his shoulder, his angel vest alumanting his mysterious attitude.
"Daryl," He called.
Shaking my head, I climed into the car. Things were about to get interesting. As we drove off i looked in the rear view mirror at the truck following us. I just didn't know it was going to be for the better or much worse.

So, it took me a while but i finally changed it.
As you might have guessed it is very different then the first book and i feel much better.
I hope.
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