I've noticed there aren't a lot of Zombieland and walking dead crossovers. I thought I'd give it a try, if I get followers/reviewers then I'll happily continue with this.
Andrea could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she ran full pelt through the woods. Her lungs felt like they were about to explode as she gasped for breath, but she had to keep going. She couldn't let him catch her.
Andrea stopped for a few seconds. She leant forward placing her hands on her knees. It had only been a few weeks ago she thought Philip had been the kind of man she could trust, the kind of man she could build a future with. She couldn't believe how wrong she had been. It was Milton who had opened her eyes and shown her Philip's true twisted nature, and now here she was running for her life. Running back to her friends in the prison, too warn them of the Governor's sick, psychotic plan for Michonne.
A low pitched moan of a hungry walker made Andrea start to run again. She leapt over a tree root and sprinted towards the road. As she approached the sound of a car engine made her skid to a stop. Panic hit her. Was it him? Andrea thought she had lost the Governor back at the abandoned warehouse. She was sure he was dead, but Andrea had come to learn that wicked people had a way of surviving. She held her breath and pulled her body behind a tree. Was this it, had he found her?
No, it was a black GMC Yukon Denali. This was her only chance to receive help. Andrea ran into the middle of the road waving her arms wildly. The people inside the car could be dangerous, but she had to risk it.
"Please...please." Andrea muttered breathlessly.
The vehicle came to a stop, its engine growled. Andrea bent forward, she gulped in air. Andrea needed to be ready to make a run for it if she needed to.
Raised voices came from inside the metal shell and the driver's door flew open. A pair of brown cowboy boots made contact with the road. Andrea slowly raised her body taking in the jeans, her eyes darted up noting the snakeskin jacket, and the broad chest that hid beneath a tight black t-shirt, a cowboy hat finished off the rugged man's look. On first thoughts he reminded Andrea of Yosemite Sam.
"Please help." As Andrea stumbled forward, the man drew his Winchester gun from his leg holster. Andrea held her hands up. Her heart pounded, she'd gone from the frying pan to the fire. This was how she was going to die.
"Not so fast there." The man drawled. "You bit?"
Andrea shook her head; it was all she could manage. The back door of the car opened and another man exited the vehicle. This one was the polar opposite of his friend, he was slim and scrawny. He reminded Andrea of a frightened bunny. The way he nervously gripped his double barrel shotgun did nothing to help his awkward and twitchy appearance.
"Hi." He called out to Andrea, his tone was almost friendly. "Uh...are you okay?" He took a few tiny steps forward. "Are you hurt?"
Andrea placed her hands on her ribs. She had just become aware of the hot searing pain working its way through the muscles of her body. "I need help...please...my friends." Andrea wheezed.
The man with the shotgun seemed sympathetic to her pleas; he looked at his friend who just gave a little shake of his head.
The car horn blasted impatiently earning a growl of frustration from the cowboy holding the Winchester. He looked over his shoulder at the car, never taking his gun off Andrea.
A young girl poked her head out of the front passenger's side window. "Come on guys we have to go." She yelled. "Before the herd shows up again."
Andrea noticed the large man's face soften at the girl; she assumed she must be the man's daughter. He made eye contact with the man holding the shotgun. Shotgun man nodded towards Andrea. It looked like he was asking for the cowboy's permission to help Andrea.
"You have any weapons on you?" The cowboy turned his attention back to Andrea.
"No...please he'll be here soon." Andrea looked down the long stretch of road. Every second the group stood out in the open meant a second closer to the Governor finding them. Finally the cowboy placed his gun back in his holster and nodded towards the car. "Thank you." Andrea trotted over to the car.
The man with the shotgun allowed her to slip into the back before entering the vehicle himself.
The coolness of the car was refreshing on Andrea's hot clammy skin. She ran her hands over her face and breathed a sigh of relief. She could relax now she was safe.
Andrea found herself sandwiched between the man with the shotgun, and a pretty woman with long dark hair and pale blue eyes. The woman didn't seem happy with Andrea's presence, Andrea gave her a smile. The pretty woman just squinted and looked back out the window. As the vehicle drove off again, a tense silence filled the car.
"So, I'm Columbus." The man who held the shotgun broke the silence. "And next to you that's Wichita and in the front is Tallahassee and Little Rock. We go by places we were heading to rather than names."
The young girl in the front placed her head between the seats and stared at Andrea, she didn't say anything she just stared.
"So who's after you?" Columbus broke the silence once more.
"Someone's after her?" Wichita's head snapped in Andrea's direction. "If someone's after her that puts us in danger."
"Hey now." Tallahassee interrupted. "Everythin' we've been through and your worrin' about some person."
Andrea swallowed. The Governor was more than some person; he was like the devil incarnate. "His name is Philip, but he calls himself the Governor. I need to get to the West Georgia Correctional Facility to warn my friends."
"Prison?" Columbus looked at Andrea in confusion. "Your friends are in prison?"
Andrea opened her mouth up answer but Wichita spoke first. "How do we know we can trust her? She may be playing us."
Tallahassee snorted. "You mean like how you and Lil' Rock, royally fucked us over when we first met?"
Wichita scrunched up her face. "We've been fine on our own so far."
Tallahassee raised his hand. "All we're doin' is takin' Blondie here back to her buddies, then we'll go on our merry way."
"Andrea...my names Andrea." She replied.
"Okay, well Andrea, you understand that we're just droppin' you off and going. I'm not about to fight your battles for you." Tallahassee watched Andrea in the rear-view mirror.
Andrea felt relieved; she was going to make it home back to her family. "Thank you." She sighed.
"You may want to buckle up." Columbus advised Andrea.
Andrea blinked at the strange man. In a world full of walkers he was worried about road safety. Little Rock must have caught the perplexed look Andrea was giving Columbus. "He has a list of rules for surviving Z land." Little Rock said helpfully.
"Z land?" Andrea asked.
"Yeah, Zombieland. That's what we call these things...zombies." The young girl replied.
"Oh." Andrea had never heard of such a thing, rules for surviving the apocalypse. She had to admit, it was smart.
The journey was filled with Columbus telling Andrea about his many rules for survival. Most of them made sense, like. "Rule two. The Double Tap." Whilst a couple just seemed strange, like "Rule twelve. Bounty Paper Towels."
"We're here." Tallahassee pointed out as he drove towards the prison gates. "Looks like we got us a welcome party." He chuckled as walkers banged against the car. They pushed their slobbering faces against the windows. Tallahassee pulled out his gun; he rolled down the window just enough to fit the gun out of the gap. A walker curiously looked at the shiny object, and that was its first and last mistake. Tallahassee pulled the trigger decorating the ground with walker brains.
"What now?" Columbus asked. He felt skittish as zombies clawed at the windows trying to get the meal within the car.
Andrea looked up. "Can you open the sunroof?" She asked Tallahassee. The man did as he was asked. Andrea pulled her body up through the sunroof. "Rick!" She called up to her friend in the watchtower. Rick had his gun aimed at the vehicle. "Rick, it's me. I need to tell you something about Phil..."
A gunshot went off, the bulled caught Andrea in the shoulder, she yelled out in pain. Another shot was heard; Tallahassee yanked Andrea back through the sunroof before the second bullet struck.
Rick looked through the scope of his gun trying to pinpoint the shooter. "Daryl, Glenn get the gate open, but be careful." Rick ordered. The gate flew open and the black car shot through at top speed. Rick ran down the staircase of the watchtower. "Glenn, stay on watch. Daryl..."
"Don't worry I got ya back." Daryl answered aiming his crossbow at the car ready to take on any dangers that may come out of the car.