The Walking Dead Remake

Different Opinions

"Shane still isn't taking it very well, huh?" Amy asked Andrea as they walked through the cold, dirty streets of Atlanta, Georgia. They'd been sent out to go on a scavenger hunt, looking for any decent supplies they could possibly find: food, water, guns, medicine…All the essentials.

"Rick was his best friend…They were police partners before the world went to hell," Andrea explained, adjusting the rifle strap which was hung over her right shoulder. "Shane was a loose cannon before he lost Rick. Now he's just…"

"Crazy?" Amy finished her sentence for her. Andrea glanced across at her and nodded.

Their group was small; it only consisted of five people. Amy, a seventeen year old girl from the North East of England who came over to America only a few years ago. Andrea, a thirty seven year old woman from Atlanta. Shane, almost forty, was from the King County in Georgia. Glenn, a young ex-pizza delivery boy from Michigan, but of a Korean back ground. Lastly, there was Daryl, a middle aged hunter who always kept his head down, but often had problems with Shane.

The five were camped in a small house just outside North Atlanta in a little cul-de-sac. It had only two bedrooms, but Shane was content sleeping downstairs on the couch, Glenn slept in a sleeping bag in the bathroom, Daryl had a tent in the back garden and the two ladies used the bedrooms. However, they had to get rid of the two beds as they were completely smothered with blood and guts when they found the house. So they both slept on the floor.

"Shane's gotta settle down," Andrea continued as they walked. "He's stressed people out enough."

Amy agreed, rubbing her hands together to try and get them to warm up. Her gloves were riddled with holes, so they weren't very effective.

"We're nearly there," Andrea told her. "Might be able to find you some new gloves."

"Reckon we could find Shane a new attitude?" Amy breathed into her hands.

Andrea chuckled and gave her a small nudge.

They got to their destination; a little parade of shops. A butchers, a convenience store and a hardware store. The front windows of all three buildings had been smashed in and the butchers was missing its door.

The two decided to split up. Amy went into the hardware store and Andrea went into the butchers. They'd search the convenience store together once they were finished.

Andrea drew her knife as she walked through the doorway, listening out for any small noises. She was very wary because she didn't have the protection of the front door.

Amy had already had to put down two walkers, and she hadn't even stepped through the front door of the hardware store.

They spent ten minutes searching the two stores before meeting outside the convenience store. Amy was sprayed with blood from the walkers which she'd killed.

"Someone had fun, eh?" Andrea raised her eyebrows at the young girl when she saw her. "You okay?"

"I'm fuckin' knackered," Amy panted. She took her gloves off and chucked them on the ground. "But I did get some new gloves."

"Heh, good on…"

There was a sudden gunshot, making both of the girls jump. Andrea quickly sheathed her knife and pulled out her rifle. The sharpshooter glanced down the scope, surveying the area. To keep her protected, she moved in front of Amy. They could hear shouting off in the distance.

"Get your gun out," Andrea told her. Amy did as she was told. "Keep behind me…"

Out from one of the opposite buildings came a man, practically dragging a young girl out with him. He had her by the hood of her jacket. Aggressively, he chucked her onto the pavement.

"Andrea, what are you…" Amy was about to ask when Andrea pulled the trigger right next to the man's foot. He recoiled back, aiming the pistol in his hands at Andrea.

"You missed!" he shouted.

"I didn't plan on hitting you!" Andrea retorted, keeping her sights on the man's chest.

Amy could see the girl was bleeding at the leg, just above her knee.

"He-He shot her…" she muttered, pointing at the girl.

"Back away from the girl!" Andrea yelled, taking a step closer. He was only across the street from them.

The man didn't move. He was trying to keep his eyes on each of the three females at once.

"Get. Back!" Andrea growled, walking towards him, slowly. As she came closer, the man took a step back, now pinned against the wall. "Go to the girl, Amy…"

Amy walked quickly up to her and crouched down next to her. The wounded girl was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Amy looked her over for other wounds and noticed a bruise on the back of her hand. Slowly, Amy rolled the sleeve up on her hoodie and gasped. Cuts, scars and bruises painted her arm. She checked the other one and it was the same situation.

"You FUCKER!" Amy yelled at the man who now had the barrel of Andrea's rifle pressed against his chest. "You beat a girl to shit?! What the fuck's wrong with you?!"

The man completely ignored Amy and continued staring back at Andrea, whose blood was now boiling. He dropped his gun on the ground.

"Go on. Do it," he snarled.

Slowly, Andrea lowered her gun and slung it over her shoulder.

"A bullet's too loud..." she sighed. In one smooth movement, she drew her knife and drove the blade through his throat. "…And too kind."

She watched as the blood spilled from his throat and from the corners of his mouth. His eyes remained opened as the life rushed out of him. His body went limp, and as soon as Andrea withdrew the knife, he fell to the ground in a heap, painting the pavement with his blood.

The older woman just left him there and went over to where Amy was still kneeling by the young girl. She rummaged through Amy's rucksack and pulled out a roll of bandages and tape.

"I can only cover it right now. Let's just pray the bullet went straight through," Andrea said, zipping up Amy's bag. She wiped her knife clean on her jeans and went to cut the leg off of the girl's trousers.

"Woah, hey. What're you doing?" Amy asked, putting her hand on Andrea's forearm.

"Okay, so do you wanna take her pants off?" Andrea sarcastically said. Amy stayed quiet and drew her hand away. She watched as Andrea cut off the trouser leg.

All of a sudden, the girl grabbed Amy's wrist. Surprised, Amy looked down and the wounded girl's eyes flickered open.

"Please don't…Hurt me…" the girl breathlessly said. Andrea looked up at Amy, waiting for her to respond.

"We're not going to," Amy promised. The young girl's hand slipped down into Amy's.

"I…I'm Izzy…"

"I'm Amy…The one…Cutting your trouser leg off is Andrea…" Amy introduced them both.

"Where's…Alan…?" Izzy groaned, squeezing Amy's hand tightly.

"He…He's dead," Andrea answered, inspecting the wound now that she could see it properly. "The bullet went through."

"My leg's now cold…" Izzy gave a half-hearted chuckle. "I...I have another pair of jeans inside…And some other bits…"

"Once I've gotten your wound covered up, I'll go in and grab everything…Okay?" Andrea gave her a small smile.

"You're…Taking me with you…?" Izzy asked.

"We can patch you up properly at our camp. It's not too far from here," Amy explained to her, still holding onto her hand. "We've got food, blankets, shelter…"

"You had me at food," Izzy smirked up at her. Their eyes locked for a moment before Izzy yelped as Andrea began wrapping the bandage around her leg.

"Sorry, kid," Andrea apologized, getting the bandage round her leg. "There we go…Plain sailing from here…"

Once Andrea had patched Izzy up, she spent twenty minutes gathering everything up in the building where she was based. Amy was helping Izzy walk around a bit, trying to get some strength back into her leg. Andrea found Izzy's second pair of jeans and gave them to her so she could get changed into them.

"Are you gonna be able to walk the whole way?" Amy asked, letting Izzy lean on her shoulder as she changed her trousers.

"How far is it?" Izzy asked. She almost fell over when she had to stand only on her bad leg, but Amy put her arms around her to prevent her from falling. "Thank you."

"No problem," Amy smiled.

After a bit of struggling, Izzy managed to change into her new jeans. Andrea told her that it was about a half an hour walk back to their camp.

"You can keep your arm around me if you'd like," Amy offered.

"Thanks. You're really sweet," Izzy said with a nod. Amy smiled and blushed a little bit.

"It's gonna be dark soon," Andrea said. "The sooner we get back, the better."

They got back just as the sun was setting. Izzy had managed to get half way back before requiring Amy's help to walk. The two girls had been getting on rather well. Amy had established that Izzy was also from England, but from the South East from a small town. Amy had also learned that Izzy was only sixteen, although she appeared slightly younger in her appearance.

Izzy had also explained how she had met Alan. Apparently, they were in a large group in Macon, but it collapsed after an opposing group had attacked them. She, Alan, and two other men, Jack and Bob were the only ones who'd gotten out of the attack alive. Everything was fine between the four of them, until Bob died while out on a run with Jack. Alan inevitably blamed him for Bob's death and ended up murdering him in his sleep. After that, he started using Izzy as a punch bag. Alan had locked her in one of the rooms of the house they were staying in and never let her out. One night, Izzy had tried to escape from one of the windows, but the sound of the snarling walkers had woken Alan up, so she was caught.

Although Amy didn't really show it, she was very upset over the whole affair. How that man could have done something so horrible to Izzy, who seemed like a good person, was something that Amy couldn't understand.

"We'll keep you safe here," Amy told Izzy when they were about five minutes away from the house. "I promise you that we will."

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate it," Izzy said to her. "You're both extremely kind. And I promise you that I'll pull my weight around the camp."

"Only once your leg has healed," Andrea glanced over her shoulder. She was walking slightly in front of them both, keeping an eye out for walkers. "Not before then. We'll get it properly patched up when we get back, and you need to stay off your feet for about a week."

"Looks like you'll be tying me to a chair then," Izzy chuckled. "I don't sit still."

"We have rope," Andrea laughed. "You seem to be walking rather well."

"After being beaten to crap for over a week, this doesn't feel an awful lot different," Izzy confessed, her smile fading.

"You won't have that problem here," Amy assured her. "I'll—I mean, we…We'll keep you happy and safe."

"I'm sure you will," Izzy smiled at her. Amy smiled back, their eyes locking for a short moment.

"Alright, here we are," Andrea announced, open a white picket fence. It led into a small house, made out of white, grubby sliding. There was smoke coming out of the brick chimney.

"Oh wow. You guys have an open fire?" Izzy suddenly perked up.

"Yessum," Amy nodded.

"I'll assume it's not just you two then?"

"Nope. Three other guys: Shane, Daryl and Glenn. You might just wanna be a bit wary of Shane," Andrea warned, letting the two young girls through the gate. "He just lost his best friend so he's a bit…Off colour. Daryl's very quiet, so don't take it personally. Glenn's a really good guy; you'll get along well with him."

Andrea opened the front door. It led into a little hallway. The stairs were opposite the door and there was a door on the right. She took them through the door, which led into the living area. Glenn was sitting down on the sofa, filling gun magazines with bullets. His eyes went wide when he saw Izzy.

"Oh uh…Hey," he awkwardly greeted, not knowing what else to say.

"Glenn this is Izzy, Izzy this is Glenn," Amy introduced them. "Mind letting her take a seat?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," Glenn quickly put all the boxes, magazines and bullets onto the coffee table in front of the sofa and moved out the way. Amy helped Izzy sit down on the couch.

"Thank you," Izzy said with a groan.

"Glenn, would you mind getting me the medical box?" Andrea asked him, dumping the two rucksacks on her back on the floor. She placed her rifle down on the coffee table. "She was shot just above the knee on her left leg. I've bandaged it up, but it needs disinfecting."

"Sure, no problem," Glenn nodded and dashed into the hallway. They heard him go upstairs.

"Right, while he's gone, so I don't have to cut the leg off again, take your jeans off and I'll give you a blanket to cover yourself with," Andrea said to Izzy.

With a bit of help from Amy, Izzy managed to get her trousers off once again. Andrea found her a blanket and draped it over her legs just before Glenn came back in with a green box with a white cross on it. He handed it to Andrea and was thanked by the older woman.

Andrea sat down beside Izzy. Amy was sitting on the arm of the sofa next to the wounded girl.

"Now…I'll warn you now…" Andrea began to speak as she removed what she needed from the medical box. Bandages. Tape. A bottle of disinfectant. Pain killers. Cloths. Plastic gloves. Cotton buds. "This is gonna hurt like hell."

"Oh yay. More pain," Izzy cringed. "Just…Go ahead. Do whatever you gotta."

Just as Andrea was about to speak again, someone came through the door which led into the kitchen. A tall man, bald head and an angry look on his face. Izzy swallowed hard as soon as he looked at her and almost went running out the door. She could only assume that this was Shane.

"Who's this?" Shane demanded, pointing a finger at her.

"This is Izzy; a wounded sixteen year old girl who we're gonna help," Andrea sternly answered him.

"You're wasting medicine on someone who's not a part of our group?" he growled.

"She is a part of our group now," Amy defended her.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" Shane snarled.

"We do," Amy wasn't backing down.

Andrea stood up and walked over to Shane, shoving him back into the kitchen.

"If you're just gonna argue and be an asshole, then you stay out here and yell at your reflection," Andrea said to him. She turned around without waiting for a response and slammed the door in his face. "Right…"

"I-I didn't mean to cause trouble…" Izzy insisted, feeling as if she needed to explain herself.

"Hey hey, calm down…" Amy put her hand on Izzy's shoulder. "It's not your fault…Okay?"

Izzy looked up at her, gulped and nodded.

"Honestly, Shane is just a loose cannon," Glenn said, trying to reassure her. "He's an asshole to everyone here. Don't take it personally."

"Where's Daryl?" Amy asked.

"He went on a hunt about an hour ago," Glenn replied, turning around to give the fire a poke. The fireplace sat directly opposite the sofa. It was a rather cosy room.

Andrea had sat back down next to Izzy, lifted the blanket just so that the wound was uncovered and had begun undoing the blood soaked bandage.

"You're very lucky the bullet went straight through," Andrea told her. "If it hadn't…Well…We'd have had difficulty, put it that way."

She removed the bandage completely and put it on the coffee table. Izzy watched her as she put on a pair of plastic gloves and dampened a cloth with the disinfectant.

"Hey…You okay?" Amy asked, seeing Izzy begin to shake slightly. The blonde haired girl nodded slowly, taking her baseball cap off of her head. Amy held out her hand in front of Izzy. The younger girl looked up at her with a pathetic, grateful smile and took her hand. Amy squeezed it tightly and Izzy began to calm down.

"Okay…Ready?" Andrea asked her.

"No but…I won't be, so," Izzy shrugged, looking away. She bit down hard on her lower lip when she felt the cotton bud touch the wound lightly. Tears filled her eyes as Andrea disinfected the wound.

"Almost there," Andrea said after about twenty seconds.

"…Fuck…" Izzy whimpered, trying to resist the urge to bat Andrea's hand away. "Shit!"

"I'm done. I'm done," Andrea took the disinfectant away. "Trust me; this was worth the pain."

"I know…I know…" Izzy said, wiping her eyes. She hadn't let go of Amy's hand and didn't have any intention on doing so.

"Hardest part's over. Just gotta bandage it up again," Andrea gently told her.

After all the pain Izzy had just endured, that was a walk in the park. Glenn had started up a conversation about video games with her, so she was also distracted by that. Amy had joined in the discussion as well.

"There we go, kid," Andrea said once she was finished. She took her bloody gloves off and balled them up. "Well done."

"Thank you. All of you. So much," Izzy forced a smile, which wasn't so forced when she looked up at Amy. "I guess you want your hand back, huh?"

"Eh, you can keep it if you want," Amy smirked.

The kitchen door opened again and Shane wandered in, still looked extremely unhappy.

"You wasted enough on her yet?" he grumbled at Andrea.

"Shane. Shut. Up," Andrea told him, packing everything back into the green box.

"I'm just gonna say this now: she is not my responsibility," Shane told them all. "If something happens to her, then it's on you, not me. Okay? Give her food, meds, whatever that you find. But she's not having anything that I find. Not even if she's starving, dying or dehydrated."

"Amy, don't," Andrea saw the Northerner get up in a rage out of the corner of her eye. Izzy had kept a hold of her hand, preventing her from walking off. Andrea approached Shane. "Okay. Fine. Be that way. We'll take care of her. Glenn and Daryl can as well if they want to. If not, fine. But Rick wouldn't do this."

Shane gaped slightly, glaring back at her, a cloudy look in his eyes. He ran his hand over his head, nodded and went back through into the kitchen, shutting the door loudly behind him.

"No offence, but you really shouldn't have pulled that card," Glenn said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall, beside the fire.

"He deserved it," Andrea muttered. "Hey, Izzy. We're a bit short on space. You'll have to bunk with one of us. My room's rather small, but I could squeeze you in."

"She can stay with me," Amy said at once. Glenn and Andrea looked at her in surprise. "I…If she wants to, that is."

"Sounds good to me," Izzy smiled.

"Alright. Amy, why don't you take her up to your room and get her settled?" Andrea suggested.

Amy nodded and got up. She helped Izzy to her feet. She led her into the hallway and up the stairs, giving the younger girl a helping hand.

They came to the landing. Amy's room was the first door on the left.

"I'll go down and grab your bag," Amy said, opening the bedroom door. It was quite large. There were blankets and pillows on the floor in the middle of the room, a chair in the corner next to the door, a dresser with a lamp on it and a wardrobe. There was also another door.

"That leads to a bathroom," Amy explained, seeing Izzy look at it. "Here. Have a seat while I go get your stuff." She aided Izzy to the chair and helped her sit.

She was about to walk out the door when Izzy grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Thank you, Amy," Izzy said. "For…Everything."

"Anytime," Amy squeezed her hand back. Their eyes met for a little while and they smiled at each other.

"Sorry. Your hands are warm," Izzy realised she'd been holding on for a long time.

"It's perfectly fine. I'm a cuddly person, so," Amy grinned.

"I'll remember that," Izzy beamed back.

"Please do," Amy winked at her before leaving, closing the door behind her.

"She is staying with us whether you like it or not," Andrea yelled at Shane. They were in the kitchen with the door shut. Glenn had gone to try and find Daryl. The sun was quickly setting and they didn't like it when one of the members of the group was out after dark.

"Andrea, you are not the leader of this group!" Shane argued.

"Neither are you! And you need to stop acting like it!" Andrea continued to keep her voice raised. "Look, I get it. You were a cop. But that doesn't automatically make you better than the rest of us. No matter what you say or think, we're strong. We're smart. We're loyal. We could do this without you."

Shane stared back at her, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He glanced down at the laminate floor, chewing on the inside of his lower lip.

"I just lost my best friend…" he calmly stated, looking back up at Andrea.

"I know. And I understand that no one will ever be closer to Rick than you will, but we all lost him, too. It wasn't just you." Shane moved backwards to sit on the dining room table which was behind him. The kitchen was just opposite, where Andrea was standing. "Shane. You've gotta settle down. You can't bring Rick back. None of us can. Every day I wish we could bring him back. I wish we could bring back Dale, and my sister, and Jim but we can't. We just have to accept it."

Shane's jaw tensed and he swallowed hard. He was just about to speak when the back door, which was opposite the door leading into the lounge. Glenn and a tall, rugged looking man with dark hair and a short, scruffy beard walked in, a crossbow slung over his shoulder. He was slightly startled when he walked in on Shane and Andrea.

"What's goin' on?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Has Glenn told you about our new guest?" Andrea glanced at Daryl.

"Yeah. Girl named Izzy," Daryl responded. "I hear this one don't like her much." He nodded at Shane, who'd kept his head down.

"No. He doesn't," Andrea shook her head, glaring at Shane. He met her gaze, snarling slightly. Andrea rolled her eyes and walked out of the room and into the lounge. Awkwardly, Daryl and Glenn followed her, leaving Shane alone in the kitchen.

Briefly, Andrea filled Daryl in with a more detailed account of Izzy and what had happened. She added that she was bunking with Amy.

"So how come Shane don't want her to stay?" Daryl questioned, dumping his crossbow down on the sofa.

"He doesn't want to waste the resources on her," Andrea answered. "He thinks she's a waste of time. After everything she's been through, the last thing she needed was Shane being…Well, Shane."

Daryl nodded and they fell into silence.

"I don't mean to sound like a douche, but we are struggling," Daryl spoke up. "She's gone' have to pull her weight when she's better."

"She will," Andrea assured him. "I trust her."