Hello there everyone. This is a story of zombies. I know that I am currently re writing a Transformers fan fic, but this hopped into my head during hiatus so I needed to write it down. I think it's finally time for some people to see it. I have this under the Walking Dead section, only because it takes place in Robert Kirkmans world. Other than that there is no relation. I thought about adding some Walking Dead characters, but it seemed a little far-fetched since my story takes place in Michigan. This is kind of based on true events, and based on my life. The characters are based on my family and friends, so enjoy and let me know if there are any questions, because my family is quite confusing. XD
Also if you want a song to go with this chapter, (don't hurt me I tried to find one) Southern Accent- Johnny Cash. Even though I did say it took place in Michigan XD
I do not own The Walking Dead or Robert Kirkmans world.
One day people will ask, "Where were you when the dead began to walk?"
This story is my story about where I was, and my journey to get to where I am today.
Chapter One: Can't Wait For This to Blow Over
My step dad has always been a little frantic whenever it came to something dangerous. In his eyes the world was already to hell way before the dead began to rise. He had a whole escape plan for when the government crumbled, and our neighbors began killing each other. Guns were piled in different locations around our house, and around our grandfather's house a few houses down. From the age of 12 I was taught to shoot, take apart, and clean a gun. With him also being a mechanic I had the opportunity to learn a few things about cars too. I was a small soldier in his eyes.
My real father is difficult to explain. An ex-Marine who became an unemployed welder. He lived in a shitty house and hardly paid rent. There was hardly room for him and my 6 year old brother Nick, but he still insisted that I should come over every other weekend with my younger sister Rhianna. Rhianna is my only full sibling that I have. You already know about Nick. Then there is Natalie, my half-sister of 4 years old, and my step brother Tony who is 25 I believe.
So there is a brief family history
One night I was sitting on my couch like every other normal night when I got a text from Tony. Tony never texted me, he was more of the calling type, so you could imagine my slight confusion when he did. As I unlocked my phone, I saw the scrolling text on my screen. "Some guy in Florida ate some dudes face! It's all over the news!"
My face scrunched up. Why would he send me something like this? Cannibals weren't that new of a story, but I did as he said and checked up on the news.
He was right; it was basically plastered on every channel on my cable. I was only able to depict a few facts from the blare of the media:
A naked man at some guys face off
He was high
Cops shot him 4 times with no effect until finally shooting him in the head
I just sat there with my heart slightly racing at what I had just heard. What kinds of people do this? Once I got my bearings, I shook my head and dialed my step brother's number.
"Hello?" he responded sounding loud and angry.
"Tony, I get why you showed me this, but what do you want me to do, or say for that matter?"
I heard murmuring in the background and then a shut of a door. "Sorry, I have the guys working on some research right now."
The "guys" he was referring to were 3 of his closest conspiracy friends that happen to specialize in computers, and the internet.
"Now, think of it. Didn't those news casts seem a little off to you?"
"I- uh- maybe." I stammered. I haven't given the thought that something had been wrong, but that's something Tony would call "Just being another cattle in the herd of conformists"
"No, not maybe. What drug do you know of that make people eat others, let alone immune to bullets?"
"A cannibalistic Superman?"
"This is no time to be joking. Some serious shit is going down."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. So what do you want me to do?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to keep you posted."
"Well should I tell Keith?"
"No. You know how he over reacts to stuff like this. Just wait till I give you the okay to do that."
"Okay."
"Alright, well I have to go. The guys are calling me back."
"Bye."
"Stay straight."
I slowly took the phone from my ear and sat there for a while.
Throughout the rest of the night, I really didn't know what to do with myself, and my family noticed.
The next day at school, instead of talking about the final exams like everyone should, they were talking about the Florida cannibal. It was to be expected in a small town in Michigan. There is never any really good gossip around here. Throughout the whole day that was all I heard, and every one of my friends were chatting my ears off about it. My best friend Danny noticed how much it was bothering me though. So after lunch he pulled me aside.
"Hey what's wrong?" he said as he fixed his hazel eyes on mine. I sighed, because I hated talking, especially my feelings, and especially to Danny. Me and him have a history I guess you could say. We dated back in my freshman year. It was stupid childish drama, but we have been best friends since then. Sure I may sometimes think about getting back together, but he has had a girlfriend for 2 years, so you know that not happening.
"Nothing." I sighed.
"Liar." Damn him and his inquisitiveness. I went to walk away but he blocked my path. "Tell me."
"It's just all this talk about this guy in Florida is getting on my nerves. There is just so many times I can hear the same thing over and over again."
"Oh yeah! I heard about that! Did you know-"
"Stop messing with me." I glared at him while he just playfully smirked. "I just can't wait for this to blow over." I said as we walked down the hall.
I know it's slow now, but that's how all great things start. Notice how real events are worked in there? Yea anyway, questions, comments, concerns, just let me know