A/N Why hello my friends! Welcome to the very first chapter of Spinning Heads! You all might know, this was one of the stories I put up for vote after In The Moment. This story won over TWD Season 3, that will most likely come up after I finish The Colors In Hell (Don't worry, that won't be for a while). The Colors In Hell is replacing In The Moment as my main focus, and this will replace The Colors In Hell. I'll try to update at least once a week. We'll see how it goes.

Now, I want to give a little heads up. Spinning Heads is a romance story, but will have a slight twist to it. With some margine of error, the whole story will be told in Christina's point of view. The romance in this story isn't the main focus, and you'll see why when you read.

A bit about Christina. She is an OC that souly belongs to me, I created her myself. You will learn what you should about her this chapter. Even though Clementine will be in this story, Christina is our main character. From what I established, she (and Gabriella) are the only OCs I will use in this story. I will not accept OCs for this story, but I'm all open to suggestion.

Now I want to disclaim two things.

I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD!

Also, if you read my other stories. Joy is my most popular OC, Faith is second. Joy is in four of my stories, and will be featured in six. (In The Moment; The Colors In Hell; The Adventures Of Joy And Faith; The Madness Inside Our Minds; Push On; Where We Stand) and Faith is in two, and will be featured in three (In The Moment; The Adventures Of Joy And Faith; Push On) Christina will only be in this story, I will make no other stories about Christina!

Now, let's get into the very first chapter of Spinning Heads!

I gazed down at my baby sister's face. My mom had just given birth two weeks ago. She was perfect, little Gabriella. She didn't yell or scream, she just stared. But her little green eyes seemed to dance. Gabriella was meant to give this family hope. She did, but it also brought fear. One more beauty is one more thing that will break your heart. It was still a happy sight, a happy sight in this f**ked up world.

I guess I should tell you about myself. My name is Christina Beth Rider. (I am not referencing the show, which I don't actually watch.) My friends and family will call me by Chrissy or Chris, but whatever. I am sixteen years old, and I have been surviving the zombie apocalypse for two years.

I'm pretty tall for my age, five feet and eleven inches. My eyes are large and hazel. I have shoulder-lengthed, auburn hair. But I keep it tied up into a ponytail. My parents, friends, parent's friends, people at school, and whoever would tell me I was pretty. I like to believe it, but it's kinda hard. I've not bathed in years. My clothes were pretty ugly. I was wearing a pair of old jeans, converse tennis shoes, and my aunt's old colts hoddie that was too big one me. (A little something for my mommy!)

I'm very outgoing, public speaking was never a problem for me. I liked being independent, so I never was in a relationship. I'm diagnosed with ADHD (I have ADD, been kinda interesting!) and my OCD is crazy! I inherrited that from my daddy, Angelo. I also got my anger issues from my daddy as well, but I have better control over it. But that doesn't stop me from having major trust issues. We never joined or let other people join us because I was just to stubborn and distrustful. I don't have regrets in casting people away, regret is a weakness.

My genes confirm I'm hispanic, but I look white. My mom, Brooke, is hispanic and it shows. You just wouldn't know looking at me. Though they're my parents, I normally take charge of us, mainly because of my stubborness.

But this was different. I was happy to allow Gabriella as a new member. My mom was cradling the infant, my dad's arm around her. "May I hold her, please?" I asked, sitting on the other side of my mom. She nodded, allowing me to take the baby from her arms.

I grinned, I normally scare babies whenever I hold them. But not Gabriella, she was different. She looked up at me, as if trying to reconize me. I carassed her cheek with my thumb, she was so soft. "Hey Brie," I cooed, "Big sister, Chrissy is here." I just let the world leave my mind.

That was only yesterday.

This was today.

Gunshots filled the air with sound. "Brooke!" I heard my daddy cry out. I was trembling inside my tent. We all had our own tents. I heard screams and curses of unknown voices. Bandits. We were under attack. I was alone. I heard the sounds of a crying baby, Gabriella was alive, hopefully.

Being the smart person I am, I reached for my backpack. All of us had a supply backpack of our own. Each filled with a few cans of beans and veggies, some bottles of water, a survival knife, an extra clip, a first aid kit, and a pack of matches. Better be prepared if I need a fast escape. I grabbed for my glock 17, which I left on the tent ground. It was fully loaded, I was set.

I pressed my back against the wall of my tent. I heard footsteps. Fast footsteps. Loud footsteps. Close footsteps. I mentally ordered myself to stop shaking, then turned the saftey off my gun. The tent flap opened.

Some masked head poked into my tent, I didn't hesitate to put a bullet through his head. Once he was down, I laid on my stomach and crawled out of the tent. The sight fell before me.

My dad had taken cover behind a log, but it didn't offer much protection. He was yelling curses to the hidden bandits. I searched for my mom, then let out an ear piercing screech.

"MOMMY NO!" My mom lay face down in the dirt. A puddle of blood surrounded her head, a bullet hole in the back. My mom was dead. "THERE!" one of the bandits called, pointing right at me.

I had given away my position by yelling. Stupid! I rolled onto my back and pulled the trigger at any head I saw. Three of the bandits fell dead, I did the unspeakable.

I was still out in the open, I needed cover. There was only one way, I lifted my mom's corpse and dropped it on top of me. I hated what I was doing, but I had no choice. My eyes darted around the area, in search of Gabriella.

I finally found her, just a few inches from my reach. My foot shifted and made contact with something. I quickly looked at whatever I touched, finding a bag.

That bag is what we kept the baby formula, bottle, blankets, and diapers. I put two and two together. Mom had been running with the bag and Gabriella, then she got shot, dropping both.

I laced my foot in the handles on the bag, pulling it to me. After lacing the bag on my arm, I made my move. I pushed my mom's body off of my own, and sprinted for Gabriella. I didn't stop once she was in my arms, I just fired my gun. I fired in the direction of the bandits while I ran. I didn't stop shooting until I ran out of amo, and I didn't stop running until five minutes pasted after I was out of earshot of the bandits.

I fell to my knees in exhaustion. Gabriella was still wailing, but otherwise fine. I left my parents. My mom was dead and who knows what happened to my dad! I didn't move from my sitting position, I just held the crying baby close to me. I was crying too, we both needed comfort.

I calmed myself after a while, but Gabriella was still bawling like crazy! I remember my mom used to sing me a song whenever I cried as a baby, and I would stop. Just like magic!

I don't think I mentioned it, but I was a pretty good singer. Not trying to boast, but I am. I tried to remember the lyrics, rocking Gabriella. Once they came back to me, I began to sing softly.

"Angels singing all around, listen to their joyful sound. Telling of Jesus birth. Singing of peace on Earth. Angels singing all around, listen to their joyful sound. Telling of Jesus birth. Singing of peace on Earth."

Gabriella had stopped crying, just like magic. This was it, I was on my own.

A/N Alright! I hope y'all liked that first chapter! Please leave a review, it helps me out a lot! I love you all! Take Luck! Lol