I'm back, just not with Harry Potter. I am currently in love with The Walking Dead. I caved and watched Season 1, 2, and what there is of Season 3 and I fell in love. Now this story came about because of a discussion I had with a close friend and I couldn't shake it. in fact it was so potent I actually have over twenty chapters written already. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just stealing the characters for my own entertainment for a while.
"I am not crazy! I'm just mildly paranoid." An average looking brunette looked at the thirteen foot concrete wall going up around the land she had recently purchased.
"That's a four foot thick, thirteen feet tall, concrete wall that is sunk into the ground an additional three feet. You have electrified razor wire on the top. What the hell? You could be giving some of that money to charity but you are creating a bloody fortress." A black haired woman stared at her like she was insane and the brunette shrugged.
"I have given money to charity besides, it's my money, not yours. I wanted to build a place where we could be safe if anything happens. That's also the reason for the large underground bunker they finished two months ago." She smiled as she watched them start on one of the sixty guard towers that would ring the land. Her property was over thirteen square miles and she wanted it secure.
"You have got to be kidding me. You are wasting that money." The black haired women sneered and started to walk away. The brunette frowned slightly. What did she care? It was her money and she had more than enough left. This only put a small dent in the amount she had won. Still she knew what the she wanted and she was just throwing a tantrum because she wasn't going to get it and she knew it.
"No matter what you say I am not giving you any for that stupid car you want." She looked over her shoulder to the black haired woman who stiffened. "Do you know how many people that this could potentially save? I have over forty houses in there, more than enough space for close to four hundred people and there are still more being built. I have enough supplies to last ten years and enough ammo to last longer." The black haired women whirled around, her face red.
"It's nothing too you. Sixty seven grand is all I need and you are refusing to give me anything! I thought we were friends!" The black haired woman's eyes were narrow slits and the brunette felt tears prick her eyes.
"I did too, Sammy. I thought we were friends. I offered to buy you a reasonably priced car and you turned me down. I offered you twice and you said you didn't need anything and you didn't want our friendship to change because of my winnings." The brunette turned around with her arms over her chest. "Now you sit there and demand I give you money for a car. If you continue with this tantrum, our friendship will be over, Sammy. Grow up. Remember why we were friends and maybe I might change my mind." She brushed a strand of hair from her face and shook her head.
"You are such a bitch. Go die in a hole, Briana." Sammy turned around and Briana sighed. There went another one. She had won the one-in-a-trillion jackpot. Fifty million in one lottery and thirty five in another. Ever since then she had lost friends and a few family members. The ones who mattered to her most had stayed. They expected nothing from her and supported her no matter what she did.
"Was that Samantha I just saw storming away?" Her mum walked over and Beth inhaled against tears.
"Yes, it was. I can't keep doing this, mum. I knew her for seven years. We lived together and now our friendship is over because I refused to give her money for a pointless car." She let out a small shudder as her mum pulled her close. The small woman had grey hair and aged so elegantly that Briana was almost jealous of her timeless grace.
"It's alright, Briana. You focus on your little fortress of doom." She said it lightly and Briana laughed slightly, pushing away the thought of her lost friendship.
"Not of doom, mum. It's just supposed to be secure and safe for the time we will need it." She turned to look at the wall and smiled.
"I like the flared bottom, seven feet wide at the bottom, right?" At her mother's question, she nodded. She felt quite impressed with the design.
"You bet. Damn near impossible to knock over without the right equipment. One way in, three foot thick steel doors and completely controlled by me. Can't be opened or closed without a certain sequence as with all the trucks I sent in for customization." She smiled happily. She had dreamed about doing this for a long time and this was just perfect.
"How much will this all cost?" Her mum looked at the wall and Briana shrugged. Money meant nothing to her.
"Around four million for the wall and another million for the solar panels and wind towers to power the entire place. I find it to be a fair price." She looked at her mum and her mum smiled.
"And the underground bunker?" Briana watched as he mother gave her a look that made her feel like a little girl rather than a twenty three year old woman.
"Another seven million." She refused to feel guilt about it. That bunker was her pride and joy, it is what housed all the supplies and if the walls were breached the bunker would be the saviour for everyone inside the fortress.
"Those creatures you mentioned won't stand a chance. Not that they could ever reach this far, we are in the middle of nowhere." Her mum smiled as she smoothed down her ratty western shirt. Just like Briana, their clothing consisted of dull jeans rubbed so often with dirty that it became permanent, despite how many times they were washed, and ratty work shirts.
"Undead, mum, and that's the point. It's perfect. We have water, we have food, we have security. Even if an invasion from the US broke out, we would be fine. You can't take out what you can't find." She laughed then. "But yes, the undead don't have a chance against the Fortress of Doom." She smiled at her mum softly and the woman nodded.
"Keep your chin up, baby girl. You will pull through this."
And end of the prologue. Onwards to Chapter 1!