This is my first Walking Dead fanfic, so please don't flame me too bad :) thanks. It was sad what happened to Sophia but at least they finally found her. And it's all shanes fault they didn't find out sooner. But at least now that it doesn't come on till February, i have till then to catch up. At first my character was going to be ya know short tempered and tough sort of but a good friend of mine talked it over with me and helped me reinvent my oc his penname is texomaanimefan. He's got a great harry potter story in progress so y not check it out. And heads up Merle and Daryl say some racist things so please don't assume that it's coming from me when it's lines from the movie. :) Thanks.


Even before the outbreak I avoided people like the plague. When you have no one in your life, you learn to cope alone. I always preferred it that way and never really liked change. I didn't have to get hurt and no one expected anything from me but a good stiff drink. I've had a couple of boyfriends and one night stands but nothing you could really call a relationship because they always ran away after just getting to know me. Maybe I tried to hard, but oh well. I live in my Daddy's old bar outside a small town in Texas. I inherited this place and everything he had including a huge gun collection that I'd say had come in pretty handy lately, but I kind of miss him. All the poor man did was drink but he died of a brain aneurism. When I say "poor" I mean I felt sorry for him. After I was born, my mother split and left my dad with an unnamed baby. He was just becoming an alcoholic because he couldn't handle his nerves anymore. He had fought in Vietnam and started a whole new war with his conscience when he returned. I was named after his favorite booze. My name is Morgan Tillman. Can you guess what drink? Ah never mind...

I had packed what I could in a duffle bag and hung it on my crotch rocket. I told myself I'd leave for Georgia to the CDC when I finished the last of the Jack Daniels, knowing that I'd have to be at least a little drunk to pull this stunt. I peeked through all my windows to make sure I wouldn't walk right into herds. The zombies have formed into groups lately; they travel together in large quantities. I had to take my chance now or it would soon be too late. I put on my helmet, leather jacket and gloves, and sped out of the parking lot. If I wanted to make it at a good time during the day I had to leave at 5 in the morning. I figured it would take about a day and a half to get to Georgia if I didn't stop at all. I brought a big gasoline holder full of gas. A couple of water bottles, a box of saltines, and I had to leave room in the bag for a crap load of guns and bullets. I had the bag carefully tied down in front of me on the bike so it wouldn't happen to fall on the wheel in the back and cause a big problem and secured my guitar case on my back.

I took the back roads as much as I could and only rode on the highways when I had to. I made it to Atlanta about around 2:30 p.m. and carefully rode around hoping that since this was a big city that the probability that a numerous amount of whatever they were wouldn't happen to come my way. And oddly, I was surprised that I hadn't seen any and I had already ridden through half the town. I was sure that I had gotten close to the center of the city when I heard gun shots. I quickly turned towards the noise and crept towards it hoping that whoever was shooting was willing to take down a bunch of the walking dead since sound attracted them.

I rode towards the sound and stopped when I saw a huge group of the undead trying to get into a clothing store. So that's why they didn't have a surprise welcoming party waiting for me. I heard the shot again and looked up to see a man on the roof laughing and just shooting.

"What the hell is he doing?"

I stopped the engine and hid the bike in the alley way and carefully sat my guitar case against it. I brought my gun holder out and took off my jacket and strapped on a shoulder gun holster and placed two desert eagles in the holders and put my jacket back on but unzipped this time. I took off my helmet and peeked around the corner and saw a ladder in the side alley that lead into a window of the building the man was on top of. I hoped that none of them would notice me. I started counting down in my head and taking deep breaths lurching forward a couple of times but only to fail the attempt at the expense of my nerves. I was insanely scared…this was insanely stupid. But when has that ever stopped me?

"Track, don't fail me now." '

I made a run for it and thought I had gotten half way there when a bullet landed beside me causing me to jump and scream. The crazy idiot was shooting at me! I covered my head and started running again hoping that the next one wouldn't be the one that would end me. I made it to the ladder, thanking God with every bar I climbed through the cracked window I had to break open and hopped down and brought out one of my guns hoping I wouldn't have to shoot anyone. I wandered down a hall looking for a way to the roof. I stopped when I heard scuffling and I turned around thecontent sharply and came face to face with a blonde woman also pointing her gun at me.


Thanks for reading I hope you like it do far please review or put me on alert if you want me to continue. This is a little story I'm playing around with and I wanttome feedback to see if I'll continue it into a story for the whole season.

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