THE WALKING DEAD
Through Casey's eyes
Many months on the road by himself has left sixteen-year-old Casey Rodriguez an expert in survival, and a skilled fighter. However when discovered by two men offering Casey sanctuary, everything changes.
HEY GUYS! I'M A HUGE FAN OF THE WALKING DEAD AND I WANTED TO DO A FANFICTION ON IT. IF ANY OF YOU READ "TEENAGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE", I RECOMMENDED A CHARACTER TO THE AUTHOR NAMED CASEY "CASE" ANDREIEVICH RODRIGUEZ BUT I WANT TO DO MY OWN STORY WITH MY OWN CHARACTER. SO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY
NOTE: I DON'T OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. AMC DOES. IF I DID OWN THE SHOW I WOULD HAVE A PRIVATE ISLAND WITH A MANSION. I DO OWN MY OC CASEY.
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Chapter 1: Cabin in the woods
The rain came pouring down along with thunderstorms and lighting through the night, while I was taking shelter in a dark cabin within the woods. A lot of people don't really like the rain saying they prefer a sunny day so they could go outside and do something like play basketball or go to a big game or a barbecue.
Me I liked the rain. Don't get me wrong, I love going outside and hanging out with friends and playing sports with them and other things outside. But the rain and the thunderstorms were settling for me.
This storm was going on for quite a while now, like for over day, which lead me to finding shelter in this cabin and sadly kill the two owners.
When I say kill, I don't mean just breaking down the door and murdering them senseless.
They were already dead, but they were up and around because the couples were victims of a plague that has struck the entire world, causing people who die coming back to life and hunt take out the remainder of humanity.
That sounds like something out of a horror film. Zombies rising from there graves, humanity on the brink of extinction and all of a sudden, two weeks later, a hero or heroine comes and saves the day and everyone rebuilds and lives happily ever after.
That's basically what is going on right now, except there are no heroes who save the day. This thing has been going on for a long time, and for all I know I may be the last human on Earth. I know that's not true but I've been by my own for a long time and I only came across zombies, not people.
When this thing started, it was just a few weird stories on the news. Then all of a sudden it just got out of hand. People were panicking, shooting others, looting, and breaking into other buildings.
A week later the military was sent in to restore order. At first everything was going well. They took out a lot of zombies, set up medical centers for people. But it became too much for them as well and… well you know…
I don't even want to think about it right now, so I got up and I went for my backpack to take out something for me to eat.
My backpack was a green cameo backpack that I used for high school. I had it ever since middle school. It's gotten a little worn over the years making it more of a light brown color, but it's still reliable and I'm okay with that.
I reached in and snatched a chocolate granola bar.
I smiled. "Healthy and taste good." I told myself humorously.
I looked into my backpack to inspect on how much food I had left. I counted 7 granola bars, 3 potato chip bags, and an apple I picked up today scavenging for supplies in a small abandoned town about 10 minutes away from the cabin I am staying in. I figured that there is an apple, there's no need to let it spoil so I figure I'll eat that instead.
With an apple to eat I went to a nearby couch to laydown on. I was kind of difficult to navigate through since everything was dark so that zombies will find me.
My foot hit something hard giving me a grunt of pain. "I hate when that happens." I groaned.
I finally found my way to the couch and rested myself on my back looking up at the ceiling taking a bite of my apple.
The cabin was in good condition even before I arrived a few days ago, and it had some hunting and sniper rifles as well. The dead couple I "killed" looked like they had been infected not to long ago when I saw them. One of them was a man about in his mid to late fifties with short grey hair; blood shot clouded eyes and a big rip through his neck. One of the things I noticed about him was he had a cross around his neck and a bible I found in the bedroom concluding he was a man of faith.
The other one was a woman around the same age range as the man. Funny thing is that she didn't have any rips, bites or scratches on her. She looked perfectly fine actually beside her clouded eyes. I soon found cyanide pills in the bedroom, thinking she was sick of this world and she decided to go out on her own terms.
Who could blame her? In this world full of zombies trying to eat people alive, and everyone killing each other, I can understand she choose a quiet and peaceful way to die.
I'm just happy that they are at peace finally.
After that, I decided to bury them in the back of the cabin and placed hand made crosses on top of they're graves. That's the least they deserve.
A huge bang echoed through the night causing me to jump a little. Thunder can be startling sometimes.
I sighed to myself and sat up looking up at the table and saw what looked like a note. I picked up unfolding the paper and began to read what it said.
My darling Jennifer
We are going through a great trial of pain, loss, and fear. I know how you are feeling right now, and I understand. But like any other trials, they will pass. God created an imperfect world, and that's what makes it perfect. It's a world filled with bad and good things, good people, and bad people. Nothing is meant to last forever. That's how it is. But my love for you is eternal.
I'll always be by your side even through the darkest of times.
Love Gerald
I smiled at the letter that the man wrote. Even though I'm not religious, it really did felt good to hear some words of hope coming from this man before he turned.
I put the note back on the table and I laid back down closing my eyes, breathing deeply, and trying to clear my head.
I suddenly heard soft banging on the door and some moans coming from outside, causing me to jump up and raise my pistol with a silencer from its holster.
They didn't know I was here because of it being dark, and the door was locked, but I had to be very quiet because if they know I'm inside, they'll bang down the door.
After what seemed like forever just staying there with my weapon aimed at the door, the groaning died down and the banging stopped. I slowly approached the windows and glanced outside.
There are so many of them outside like twenty or thirty of them just limping growling in all directions not paying any attention to the cabin.
I decided that it was safe to get some sleep for the night, so I carefully made my way back to the couch and get some rest tomorrow.
I felt like I should just get back on the road wander off again tomorrow. Don't get me wrong this cabin is comfortable and pretty safe. But I just can't live here for the rest of my life. The town ten minutes away is nearly stripped clean of supplies. So unless I have an ingenious plan to make this place sustainable, I have to get back on the road.
"I'll worry about that tomorrow." I mumbled as my eyes started to get heavy and I let out a huge yawn.
A few minutes ever I let my mind wander off into the world of sleep feeling relaxed for once in months.
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