A/N: I had a pretty cool idea. What if a walker retained some of their intelligence, some bit of their former selves? They could talk, and retain information. What would the group do if they came across a walker that actually talked back? Well, you're about to find out.
Walker's POV
My name is Sophia...at least, I think that was my name. I don't remember too much. Last memory that plays in my head, was the night my little sister died...the night they...WE came to life. My mama, papa, and I were watching the news. Some virus infecting the whole world, just the humans, though. Animals seemed uninfected, for now. My little sis came stumbling in, just an itty-bitty thing clutching her teddy. It wasn't well-lit, so we didn't notice her dead eyes and clay-colored skin broken in places. She came up to me, and I heard an unusual sound coming from her. But, by the time I turned to look, she had grabbed my arms, and bit me. We knew, at that point, that my little sister, little Darleena, was one of them. And now I was going to be just like them. My daddy shot her before he could blink, and turned the gun on me. I could feel my body burning, I was going to turn soon. I turned to tell them I loved them, and bolted from our little house in the country. I just ran until I could no longer know why I was running, and just collapsed on the floor in the wooded area. In the distance, I could hear a woman scream...It felt like I knew who it was, but I couldn't place it. One shotgun blast, then another. And silence. I laid there, I could feel every cell in my body dying, my time was coming.
I closed my eyes, and that was the last I remember, before waking up and feeling an insatiable hunger.
I began doing what my body wanted...needed to do. Wander. Wander and walk until someone kills me. Many nights came and went, and all I did was walk. Sure, I ate a couple of people here and there, but I'm just trying to survive. I hear something coming in the distance, sounds like a vehicle. My feet instantly turn towards the noise and follow it. I don't know how long it's been, but I found myself in a small town with a herd I've been with since I turned. I see people...living people running in and out of buildings. Then two of them, one with a crossbow and another with a long blade, start killing us off. I step backwards...I've never done that before, run away from humans. I usually went after them, to try to fill the appetite that was bestowed on me the night my sister... I hear swishes of bolts crunching into the skulls of my fellow walkers, I hear the 'SHINK' of that dark-skinned woman slicing heads as if it were no effort. They both face me, that woman starts coming after me, dragging that blade of her's on the dirt road. I stumble and fall backwards. Here it comes, the moment I've been waiting and dreading since I woke up as a walker. It is inches from my head when my arms fly up to protect my face.
"Don't kill me!" I scream. I never screamed before, hell I've never talked before. Never tried. She stopped, and her friends all eye-balled me. The man with the crossbow came up to me, grabbed me by my neck...good thing I can't breathe or I would've been suffocated.
"What'd you say, walker?" He growled at me. He looked menacing, hate in his eyes as he stared into my lifeless ones.
"Don't kill me.." I closed my eyes, waiting for my existence to come to an end, once and for all.
I hear the man with the crossbow call out to another of his group, "Rick, we got a problem. This walker...it's, it's talkin'!"
A/N: Hope you like this story. It's not really having anything to do with the main group, but they will be in here every now and them. The only character I own is Sophia the Walker. Everything else belongs to AMC. Let me know how you like the story, and if you want more.