I've been reading a lot of Walking Dead fics, and thought I'd try it out! This is the first chapter, short I know, but I did it quickly. If you guys think it's good, I'll make the following chapters long. Please review and tell me if it's any good.

Also: I've been watching a lot of The Walking Dead, and the movie RED a lot while I was reading these fics. So I thought It would be cool to put both together in some way. (:

On another note: Chapter 2 won't be up until tonight or tomorrow, it should've been posted yesterday, but my computer decided it would be funny to restart itself. So I have to rewrite the whole chapter.

Just be patient and wait a little longer!

Authors note: I know that this story is a bit low on actual sophistication, even rated M. Truth is I don't bother focusing on the high vocabulary and grammar, because I write this story quickly and for the fun of it. If you would like the potential of this story to be higher, let me know. :)

Driving in this unfamiliar heat was bothering Eva. She'd been in hot places before, for her missions, but the humidity was just the cherry-on-top to an uncomfortable day.

Before the world ended, Eva had been on a mission in Decatur, Ohio. Something about killing the mayor of that town. Ten years ago he plotted the destruction of the Saint-Michel bridge in Paris. Failed obviously, something about the wires not being right. She didn't remember much of the details, but she didn't care for something so small. Now her mission was much bigger, to survive.

Now she was on her way driving down south to a safety center in Georgia. Somewhere by Atlanta is what the old couple told her back by the border of Ohio and Kentucky, she had found them in the back of a room in a pharmacy when she was scavenging for supplies. They seemed kind, but frightened, hoping that Eva wasn't a walker. When she found them, they didn't even have weapons to protect themselves. How they managed to survive the end of the world, she didn't know. Somehow, an unbelieveable urge deep down inside her convinced her that she should stay with them, just for awhile.
Their names were Frank and Elda, and they told her stories, to pass the time, about how they used to travel the world when they were young. Eva seemed happy when they all shared something in common, yet when she traveled the world, it was for a job, not for fun. After a week or so, the couple told Eva that she had to leave, because they eventually realized that their time had come. Sadly, she knew they were right, after seeing how difficult it was for them to manage on a day to day basis. They comforted her when she seemed upset to leave them so helplessly.

~"We've lived our lives happily m'dear, no need for sadness if it is our choice." Elda smiled at her.

"Yeah, I can finally relax when I die." Eva chuckled, Frank had a weird, yet acceptible sense of humor.

"Are you certain you wont come with?" Eva's voice was gentle, asking them one more time before she left.

"This is the end of our story, sweetheart. But we want you to go on living for us. Even though the world isn't what it used to be, I'm sure you can find the beauty in it." Elda showed a sad, but happy smile while brushing her hand across Eva's cheek, her eyes seemed to well with tears. Eva knew the old lady was right, they were very old and wouldn't be able to survive much longer.~

That was the last time she had seen them, ever. The feeling she had in her chest was uncomfortable. Eva Lorington was not one to get so emotional so easily, she was an agent after all, she never showed any emotion to anything she did for her job. Some days she'd kill people, and other days she'll send some to life-long prison. She had been doing this for almost ten years, never all this time had she felt sorry for her victims, never all this time had she felt alone. But now she had missed the company of the old couple, and she couldn't believe herself.

~Hey, the world ended, anything could change.~ She thought to herself.

The thought of a safety center in a big city seemed to have faded away. She didn't care for much of it anymore, but was doing it for them. For Frank and Elda. She was longing for company again.

She could tell that it was still pretty early outside, the sun was barely over the horizon. What day was it though? She was now driving down highway I-20, she still had an hour or so until she met the outskirts of the city.

Daydreaming wasn't a usual thing for her, but she's never had to drive this far alone, with no one else with her, and no radio.

~"Ms. Lorington, when you retrieve back to headquarters on Monday, we will need to ship you out again."

"No suprise to me, it's my job none the least." She talked into her phone looking annoyed.

"A trip to New York will be needed, you will have a plane to fly you there, and when you reach the destination we will give you coordinants to your next mission. You will not be staying in New York for more than three hours. When you get transported to the correct destination, get your mission done, and head back immediately."
The man through the phone spoke without emotion.

"Copy that sir. There's a reason why I'm being shipped to one place, then transported to the next, isn't it?"

"Your target has suspect of you finding him. He has already set up tracking placements all over the city, he will be having more than one subject following you. They know you will be placed in New York. Find them, take them out."

"And the traking placements?"

"Your business in New york will give us enough time to hack into their system to shut down the base of their computers for a certain amount of time. In the meantime, you will know what to do"

She sighed. "All right."~

The flash back gave her some discomfort, forcing her to remember all of the missions in the past, so tedious, so tiring. And then, a thought from the back of her mind surfaced up.

I miss England.

Her home back in England was peaceful, even though she wasn't there often, because of her damn job. But nonetheless, she still missed it. She missed sketching flowers that grew in her backyard.
She also missed reading classic books like "The Great Gatsby", "Of Mice And Men", and her favorite, "Pride And Prejudice". She was a sucker for love stories, but never seemed to be in one heself. Eva was always either with men that she had to kill, her co-workers, or family. She missed it all in England.

But now she probably will never find a way back.

She tucked that thought back down as she saw a sign.

Altanta, 8 miles.

She'd been day dreaming longer than she thought.

"Why did the world have to end this way" Her british accent spoke out with sorrow, seeing a walker staggering towards the fast car, partly feeling sorry for it. And then she looked at her gas tank.
The dial was pointing at empty.

~Shit~ She thought. She'd only be able to drive for a few more miles, then she'd have to venture into the city. Get supplies, get another car, and find that safety center.