I don't own The Walking Dead. I own OC's.
Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.
Regi Peterson let out a long sigh as he stared at the surroundings from the window of the Humvee. It has been a few months since a strange infection which was changing people into the undead creatures spread throughout the country, or maybe even the world. In the first days of this hell, he and his three other friends were assigned to an army outpost which was created in small town called Countriss. This town had everything that they needed to survive, food, water, weapons, electricity and people who were willing to help the other in need. The soldiers could easily say that they won the lottery when they were assigned to this city.
But that was a few months ago, the outpost was overrun a few days ago by a huge herd which ended up in one of his friends getting severely injured, resulting in his death. Currently, they were driving towards Atlanta, even though they haven't heard anything from soldiers who were assigned there for a while now, but they didn't had any other choice.
"Hey, Reg." His friend, Dan Bardal called for him, earning Regi's attention.
"What is it, Dan?" Regi asked, taking himself off his thoughts.
"I think we just found a place to rest." Dan replied as he pointed at the old house on the side of the road.
"Well, it's worth a try." Regi said with a shrug of his shoulders as Dan rode into the territory of this house and parked their Humvee beside it.
"Let's do it." He said as he got out of the Humvee, followed by Regi who then glanced over at the second man that was with him. This man was John Reisinger, a mute soldier.
"You alright, John?" He asked his other friend who nodded in confirmation as they walked up the porch, "You sure?"
John rolled his eyes as he answered in sign language, "Yes I am, you didn't had to ask me, twice."
"Whatever you say, John." Regi said back as the three men slowly entered the house with the M4A1 in ready in case if one of these monsters was inside. Flies were buzzing around inside the house. The three men, horrified, saw a man on the chair, gunshot to his head, a shotgun dropped nearby. On the floor is a woman, also shot dead. On the wall above the couch is a message written in blood "God forgive us".
"Jesus." Dan said as John and Regi nodded in agreement, "I'll get them out. John, will help you me?"
John nodded his head in response as he and Dan walked over to the bodies and picked them up. John held the man as the Dan held the woman. They slowly made their way outside and dropped them on the ground. The two men were about to go back to the house but then they spotted a man. He wore a policeman suit, had a large bag on his back and held a canister in his hand. John led by his instinct drew his M4A1 off his back and aimed it at the man, who was a bit suprised to see them.
"Who are you?" Dan asked as he followed his friend example and aimed his M4A1 at the man.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't worry. I mean no harm to you or your friends. I'm just a man who is trying to find his family." He tried to explain.
"Is that truth?" Dan asked.
"Why should I lie about it?" The man wanted to know.
Regi who heard what was happening outside came out of the house. He looked between John, Dan and unknown man before looking at his friends with an angry expression on his face, "Dan. John. Lower your guns, now."
"Are you sure about this, Regi?" Dan asked. He and John kept their guns aimed at the man, much to Regi's irritation.
"Yes. I am. He is looking for a shelter, just like we do." Regi stated before repating himself, "Lower your guns."
"Whatever, you say, Regi." Dan said back as he and John lowered their guns, then Regi walked over to the man.
"Sorry for them, they just were careful." He apologized him as he extended his hand, "Who are you?"
"I'm Rick Grimes." He introduced himself, shaking Regi's hand, "What about you?"
"I'm Regi Peterson." Regi introduced himself, before pointing at Dan, "That's Dan Bardal."
"Hi there. Like Regi said, sorry for earlier." Dan smiled slightly. He was happy to see another friendly face, even though, he was aiming his M4A1 at him just a few seconds ago.
"And that's John Reisinger." Regi introduced his other friend who nodded his head, leading Rick into the house, "He doesn't talk much."
"Is he mute?" Rick asked, walking into the house, followed by Regi, Dan and John.
"Yes. He is." Regi confirmed with a nod as John shrugged his shoulders, "But, he doesn't mind that much about it."
The four men made their way into the living-room. Regi and Rick sat down on the couch, Dansat down on the chair and John sat down on the floor. Rick told him that he should sit on the chair, beside Dan's but John gently declined his offer. The mute man prefered sitting on the floor, instead of sitting on the chair, on which an old body was sitting just a few minutes ago.
"So, what was going on with you since it started?" Rick wanted to know. The three men looked at each other, before Regi spoke up.
"When this whole shit started, we were assigned to Countriss. The military made an outpost there, for soldiers and other people. Everything has been going perfect, but a week ago, a huge herd of these freaks appeared out of nowhere and everything went downhill from there. We were forced to flee, leaving so many good people behind." He explained with sadness his voice at the sad memory of what happened not that long ago.
"We would help some of them, but our friend Paxton was severely injured while we were getting out of Countriss. He didn't make it." Dan added, looking down sadly at the mention of what happened to his friend.
"Sorry to hear that." Rick said as the three men nodded at him.
"What about you, Sheriff? How'd you yourself here?" Dan asked.
"You may believe me or not, but I just woke up from coma. The first thing I did was visiting my house to see if my family was still there. What else would you do in my situation? Unfortunely, they weren't there and I was knocked out by a man and his son who then explained to me everything that happened after I fell into coma. We then went to the police station, took every gun that was left and shared them, then I went to Atlanta, hoping to see my family there, and before you ask. I asked them to come with me, but they prefered to stay there." Rick explained.
"We're sorry to hear that, Rick." Regi said, before placing his hand of Rick's shoulder, then he glanced over at Dan and John. The other two men nodded their heads, knowing exactly what Regi was going to say, "You're more than welcome to come with us. After all, If we want to survive in those hard times, we need to trust each other."
"Really?" Rick asked, suprised by how fast these men offered him help in his task.
"Yes." Regi confirmed with a nod.
"Thank you. I'm grateful." Rick smiled at them. Perharps with their help, finding Lori and Carl would be easier, "So, when will be going there?"
"In an hour. We actually stopped in this place because we wanted to rest, otherwise, we would be talking now." Regi said as Rick nodded in understanding.
An hour later, Regi, Dan, John and Rick made their way back to the Humvee, Regi was the first one to get into the Humvee, followed by John who was examing Rick's bag which was full of guns, much to Rick's confusion.
"He is heaven." Dan grinned as Rick sent him a confused look, "John loves guns. He was planning to open a shooting-range, once he'd retire from the army."
Rick nodded in understanding before he got himself into the Humvee, followed by Dan. Regi and Dan sat in the front seats as Rick and John sat in the back seats. Regi turned the key in the ignition and drove off down the streat, towards Atlanta. When, they arrived in Atlanta, they saw that they highway had hundreds of broken cars, facing the opposite direction, which gave the group a bad feeling about going into this city. Soon enough, they were convinced that their premonition was true, because they came across a huge herd of the undead, in the middle of this city.
"Oh shit..." Regi stated at the view of the horde.
"This isn't good man." Dan stated.
"You think?" Regi asked, as he began to drive backwards, hoping to get rid of these monsters of their view as fast they could.
Suddenly, an unknown voice sounded in the radio, "Hey! You! In the Humvee!"
Rick, Regi, Dan and John were at first suprised to hear someone in the radio, then Regi quickly grabbed it answered the man's call, before something else would happen, "Who's there?"
"It's good to hear someone alive. We're trapped on the roof and could use some help."
I wrote it because I was bored and had nothing better to do. I was planning to do a walking dead fanfic with my OC's with it, so instead of finishing seventh chapter of my r6s fanfic, I decided to write this...
Anyway, Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.