Author's notes: Hello! Now, I just want to say I might not be the best writer, but I do hope you enjoy this fan fiction. This story will be very dark, but I will add warnings on each chapter if needed. Amy will be introduced to the Walking Dead characters, but not yet. The story will be a bit slow, but if you could spare your time and give your opinion/criticism about my story, it will be very much appreciated.

Warnings: N/A

"A lot of police cars today."

Amy snapped out of her day dream. She didn't hear what her dad said, and had to ask him repeat himself. When he told her again, Amy agreed.

"I was just thinking that, actually." She mused, and just as she said this, another police car whizzed past.

Her father simply grunted in response. Amy and her father were both driving to her university in Atlanta; she had been away on holiday for two weeks. Although she enjoyed the time off, there has been constant fights in the house. Her parents have been arguing over mundane stuff, but it soon escalated into blazing rows, lots of door slamming and crying. Amy was now certain they slept in separate bedrooms. It had been quite awkward, but Amy has managed to keep herself busy with friends, work and as such.

"So, who will be your new American History lecturer then?" Her father spoke again.

"Hmm, well I don't actually know..." She suddenly felt sad. Her old American History lecturer was taken into court, and been accused of murder, shockingly. Amy never wanted to believe it. Lee was just too nice, and he had this gentle nature about him. He was also very knowledgeable on American History. As far as Amy was concerned, everyone liked Lee, and some even liked him a bit too much!

Amy continued to talk, "what I do know is, my old American History lecturer? He's been sent down for life today." From the corner of her eye, she saw her dad shake his head.

"Ah, such a shame. Poor guy." This statement slightly confused Amy.

"What do you mean? He did kill someone, after all..." She trailed off, and then frowned at herself. Although it saddened her, the man still had to pay for his crime, right? If you can't do the time, don't do the tie. Still, he was a nice man...

Her father waved a hand at Amy, dismissively. "I know, I know. The thing is, nobody really knows the full story, do they? I know he allegedly murdered his wife's lover, but as far as I'm aware, the story isn't very clear." He glanced at Amy through his glasses and said, "He could be innocent, as far as we know. "

Amy didn't say anything. She looked out of the window, and fidgeted with her hands as she noticed more police cars driving past 'Must be really serious...' Amy thought to herself, but she wasn't worried. She then quickly glanced at her dad, and noticed how tired he looked. He had big circles underneath his eyes, and was completely blood shot. Amy suddenly felt guilty, and realised that perhaps she should have taken the train instead?

"Dad? I'm sorry..."

Her dad quickly looked at her, concentrated on the road again, but looked quite confused "What for, hunny?"

Amy tried to hold bring tears. She felt her throat tightening, and her eyes were already stinging. She felt it would hurt to even speak. Still, she explained herself "I know you and mom have been fighting a lot lately, and you offered me the lift back to Atlanta, but I shouldn't have accepted! You look so tired, and I should have taken the train and-"

"Amy," her dad quickly cut her off. There was despair in his voice. "First of all, I wanted to drive you down. It..." He sighed, as if trying to find the right words, and continued talking to Amy after a few seconds, "I wanted this chance to talk about your mother, Amy."

Amy felt tears rolling down her face, but quickly wiped them away. "I know... You're both divorcing, aren't you?"

"That's correct, Amy."

Amy burst out crying. She knew it was bound to happen, but it was still a shock to the system. She never wanted this, but hell, who did anyway? No children, no matter how old they are, wanted their parents to divorce, but for the past five years, Amy knew her parents haven't been very happy. The constant snipes they had with each other, and Amy knew her mother was having an affair with another man. She one day accidentally logged into her mother's email address, and saw the messages. She cried really hard that day, but never confronted her mother about it.

Amy would never tell her father the affair. Despite the arguments her parents had all the time, her father still loved her mother very much, and it would simply break his heart if he found out, or perhaps he already knew? Amy shook her head, trying to absorb this information her dad has given her. She didn't know why she felt so shocked; God knows he saw this coming too!

For half an hour, Amy's dad was consoling her. Telling her everything was going to be fine, her parents still loved her and finally, it wasn't like it was the end of the world; her parents will always be around for her, no matter what. She took this all in and said nothing.

Finally, they managed to pull into the city. However, the traffic was enormous. This greatly annoyed her father.

"Great, I wonder how long it will take before I can get out of this city." He asked himself, irritated. Amy realised this car might not move for a while in the traffic. There was a lot of beeping and shouting in the street, but at the time, Amy just assumed it was people trying to get back from work.

Amy allowed herself to smile. "Maybe I should have taken the train after all?" She gently teased. He simply chuckled and scuffed her hair. Amy pretended to frown at him as she straightened her hair neatly.

She certainly felt they have become closer after the conversation they had. She just hoped her mother was okay right now; it couldn't have been easy for her either 'Although she has been fucking another man'. She gasped at her intrusive thoughts, but managed to push them to one side. She then glanced at her father, and smiled weakly at him.

"Dad... Thanks for telling me? I know this must've been difficult for you."

She watched as her dad slowly nodded his head. He then sighed and looked at his daughter. He had tears in his eyes. "You're a big girl now, Amy. We just thought you should know. That's all." Suddenly, he leaned over and hugged his daughter tightly.

Amy hugged back and whispered, "I love you, dad." Although her dad wasn't very good with emotions, she felt him smile. To her, that meant a lot.

A song was playing on the radio, but it was then interrupted.

Friday night is forever, baby, oh yeah-

We are sorry to interrupt. An outbreak has occurred in America and most cities within the country. The government has advised for the citizens to immediately locate to a secure area until further notice. I repeat...

Amy and her father pulled away from their hug and simply looked at the radio. Amy felt confused. Her father then quickly turned the volume up.

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT! THE MAN JUST RAN UP TO MY SON AND BIT HIM! I MANAGED TO FIGHT THE MAN OFF, BUT MY SON WAS BLEEDING HEAVILY, SO I TOOK HIM TO THE HOSPITAL, AND THEN... THEN...

Amy felt her blood run cold. She listened as the woman began to cry on the radio, unable to finish her sentence. This was some kind of joke? This wasn't true, surely?!

She felt a nudge at her side which made her jump. Her father quickly soothed her and muttered, "Don't worry, Amy. This is probably just some kind of practical joke..." He didn't appear convinced, however.

"But Dad! The lady sounded hysterical on the radio, and she was talking about her son! If this is a joke, then it's certainly very cruel!" Just as Amy finished ranting, she noticed people were getting out of their cars in the traffic. Most of the people just looked very confused, whilst others looked frightened.

"Come on," her dad said, "let's get out and see what the others have got to say about this." He then looked at Amy and scratched at the back of his neck, grinning. "Who knows? Maybe they have more sense of this than we do."

They both unbuckled their seat belt. Without thinking, Amy grabbed her hand bag. As any normal girl, she just couldn't do without. They both eventually got out of the car, and Amy slamming the door loudly behind her. Despite the situation, it felt good to be able to stretch their legs. She then smiled nervously at her father, but he gave her a reassuring smile as if to say, 'don't worry, it's probably nothing. Just some idiot playing a horrible prank, you'll see.'

Her father looked around the area. There appeared to be a lot of people on the street, but some didn't even know what was happening as they hadn't heard the news yet. He eventually decided to approach a family who was driving behind them. He strolled up to them, and nodded. Amy followed behind her dad.

"Howdy, do you guys have any idea what's going on?" He asked the parents. Both of them shook their heads.

The man spoke first. "Your guess is as good as ours. We just heard it on the radio. Telling us to find a secure area, but surely the police would've told us to do that?"

The lady next to the man quickly cut in. "We just assumed it was some kind of prank joke, but then we noticed people getting out of their cars..." She shook her head and smiled at Amy's Dad "It's probably nothing, right?"

Amy watched as her dad nodded his head in agreement. "Probably it, people just over-reacting, that's all. Anyway, we best get back to the car. It was nice meeting you two."

The man smiled. The lady suddenly became distracted by her two kids, so couldn't talk anymore. "You too" He said.

Amy and her dad continued to stand next to the car. The traffic still wasn't moving at all, but she couldn't see the military anywhere. She heard sirens in the distance, but that was nothing new in Atlanta.

Amy then started to chew at her bottom lip; it was a nervous trait she picked up from her mother. They needed a plan, and sitting here waiting... Waiting for what, exactly? The police or military haven't turn up yet! The broadcaster on the radio wasn't exactly helpful. Find somewhere secure? What, in Amy's shithole of a flat? No way would anyone be safe in that! The only reason Amy lived there in the first place was because rent was so cheap.

Amy looked at her dad. He was stood car to the driver's seat, but the door was opened so he could listen to the radio. The person on the radio was urging people to find the military, and seek shelter at the other side of the city. Amy then rubbed her chin, thoughtfully. She had an idea.

"Dad?"

"Hn?" He looked up.

"Do you think it might be a good idea to drive back? You know, see how everything is back at home?" She watched her father as he stared back. He appeared to be thinking about the idea, going through the pros and cons first. He then shook his head. Obviously, the Cons ruled the Pros out.

"The radio told us we should stay in the city. We should also head over to the shelter-"

Amy quickly cut him off. "But dad, this traffic isn't moving," she gestured to the row of cars in front of them, "so if we turn around back to our town, then maybe we can figure out what's going on?" She huffed as her dad shook his head. He was so stubborn! He continued her speech, "Also, isn't mom going to be worried about us?"

Her dad laughed, bitterly. "She will be worried about you, obviously. " He then explained, "I texted your mother. She knows we have to spend time in the shelter."

"So she knows about what's going with the... situation then?" Amy asked, unconvinced.

Her father simply nodded. In return, Amy snorted at him. She felt pretty annoyed with her father, and only wanted to know if mama was okay! She didn't want her to think they were ditching her. It looked like they were stuck in Atlanta. She felt very uneasy about this.