Authors Note: I am sooooooooooooooo sorry for not writing anything for like almost 2 years. I just started high school and its been a crazy year. With tests and everything. But for my new story I wanna start something a little more different than dragon ball z. so my next story will be about a fictional character in my alternate universe of 'THE WALKING DEAD' Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Walking Dead
I was 10. Only 10 years old when everything went to hell. That was almost 5 years ago. I`ve been by myself, surviving. I taught myself everything. Even how to kill a biter with my bare hands and flexibility. Life in New York City was like any other life. People constantly killing each other. Although this time, the killers found a new way to catch their prey. I live in an apartment building on the Top Floor. I barricaded the stairs pretty well so I'm fine there. I take the elevator mostly because biters are hella stupid. Netflix still works too hah. Every day I come home, I look at the picture of my parents and younger brother. I don't know where they are… they left the city before they even thought of me. Oh wait… I haven't even told you my name. Lance. Lance Anderson is the name. Even though I'll never hear anyone say my name again, I still enjoy saying it myself.
I`m on a tight schedule. The other day, I heard on the radio of a safe haven in Atlanta. Its risky. Really risky. Maybe im not the only one who heard the broadcast. Maybe… im not as alone as I think in this world. But then again, maybe im wrong. Like I said before, it's still a huge long shot. But honestly, im willing to try. I grab my hidden blades and hook shot, look at the picture of my family one more time, and leave. I head to the supermarket. There's still loads of supplies here, which I'm very grateful for. Seems god was preparing me for this moment. Phff, who am I kidding. A god. There is no god, not anymore. Biters have been scarce, barely see them near my house anymore. It`s a really huge relief. I like the quiet. I grad toilet paper, juice, a mini cooler, lots and lots of food. i grab everything even medicine. This is gonna be a long ride I can already feel it. I head back home where my keys are, yeah I also taught myself how to drive, and you don't wanna know how. i take my photo with me so I can cry about something on the way there. I get in my small car, look at my house again, and hope I will see it again.
Once I left that city, it would become the longest ride of my life.