I curled up on the couch to watch the second episode of season two of The Walking Dead. Last episode had left off with Carl getting shot and I wanted-no, needed to know if he was going to be okay. I was kind of sure he'd be fine but in a TV show where anyone can die at anytime from just about anything, it didn't seem impossible that Carl would die. Not to mention that Sophia had gone missing and they couldn't find her.
Watching the episode, it was difficult to stay sitting deeply in the couch. By the end, I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat, and I couldn't wait for the next episode. I settled back in the couch to watch Talking Dead and accidentally fell asleep.
As I woke up, I heard voices all around me.
"Who is she?" I heard a man ask.
"No idea." I heard another man answer. "We found her out cold in the woods."
"And she ain't bit?" The first man asked.
"It didn't seem like it. She doesn't seem hurt either." A woman interjected. I opened my eyes blinked a few times, surprised by the brightness of the room. I began to sit up when I felt strong but gentle arms on my shoulders pushing me down. I looked up into the kind eyes of an older man.
"Just lay back, girl." The man said. I recognized his voice as being the first man who spoke. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but feel that I had seen his face before, but I couldn't place it. I looked around and noticed the lace curtains and the floral blanket wrapped around my legs. I definitely wasn't in my living room like I was last night. I wasn't even in my bedroom, so where the hell was I?
I looked around the bed I was laying in and saw a group of people.
"Are you okay?" A woman with shoulder length blonde hair asked. "Are you hurt in anyway?" I recognized her voice, too as being the woman who spoke earlier.
"I'm fine. Where am I?" I replied, my voice coming out deep and awkward sounding.
"You're in my house." The older man said. I focused on his face again and noticed that he kind of looked like Hershel from The Walking Dead. I looked back at the blonde woman and she looked like Andrea. But that wasn't possible because The Walking Dead was a TV show. It was just coincidence that they looked like that. Right? But then... why was I in a completely different place than where I fell asleep last night?
"Where's your house?" I asked cautiously. I was afraid of his answer. I looked more carefully at the face around my bed: Rick, T-Dog, Lori, Maggie, Glenn.
It couldn't be. I can't be...
There was Shane by the door and Carol in the doorway.
My heart started beating a mile a minute.
When the old man, Hershel, said, "Georgia." I almost freaked. I can't be in Georgia. I was just in my house in Wyoming. I was watching Talking Dead. I was just about to call Ross and talk to him about the episode. I can't be in Georgia.
But I was. I was in Georgia. I was in Hershel's farmhouse surrounded by Andrea and Glenn and T-Dog and Dale and everyone else.
I started to get up again. I had to go outside. The walls were closing in on me. I was suffocating. I felt like I was looking through a tunnel.
Rick, Rick Grimes, tried to push me back down onto the bed but I swatted his hands away. As soon as I stood up, everything went black.
Author's Note: This is my first time writing fan fiction and I hope I did it well. Comments are encouraged because I don't know if anyone really wants to read what I'm writing. If you like this, please tell me and I'll keep writing. I like this first chapter but I don't know if you guys do and you guys are the important part of stories.