Hello guys :D this is a fanfiction based on the TV Series, The Walking Dead. Some but not all characters will be featured but I don't own them or the show. My character's name is Lydia Samuels and she will be depicted as Lucy Hale. Outfits are on Polyvore and my username is Miranda-Smothers. If you like this one, check out my other fics :) Please Enjoy! I'm very proud of myself for writing this much!

Our Story Begins

Lydia sat her small camcorder on a small, black tripod. She aimed it toward her one mattress bed then sat in front of the camera.

"Day..um..fifty. Still no sign of my family. I suspect that they are one of...those...Flesh Eaters. I haven't taken a shower in weeks. I usually use water bottles but since things have gotten worse, I haven't used them for showers. I use them to survive. I only have a few bottles left. I haven't left this house since the outbreak and I'm afraid I have to. I need food, water, and personal hygiene things. It's..."

She check the clock on the wall.

"...Ten in the morning. Walkers(As they were called since day one) don't look for food until eight. I only have a bike but I'm afraid that I won't make it as far. I don't have a car and I don't think I can steal one. Either has a car alarm or no fuel."

Lydia covered her face with her hands and wept. It took her a few minutes to regain composure.

"I hope you guys are okay."

She uncovered her red, steamed face.

"Uh...I have plenty of ammo because I've never shot anyone. I only have this knife that Ryan left for me to protect myself. My mother and sisters went to get him from work because someone stole his car. Never saw them again. No one will probably see these diaries but anything can happen. The house...every window is boarded up and every door is locked up tight."

Something abruptly slammed into one of the doors which made Lydia jump. She turned off the camera and moved it to one of the corners of the room. She slowly and quietly walked downstairs, trying not to give away her presence if a zombie was looking for some meat to chew. She pressed her body against the door to look through the peep-hole and as suspected, an Eater. Blood oozed from its mouth and its teeth were rotted. Of course she couldn't open the door because of the boards. The Eater began to wonder off and that's when Lydia went back upstairs. She sat her knife on the bed then looked through the window. There must have been a dozen around her house. She knew she had to draw them away so she can make a run for the store. On a piece of paper, she wrote what she needed the most. She folded it up and stuck it in her back pocket. She grabbed a pistol and put it in her pants half way along with the knife. Lydia slung an empty back pack over her shoulders. She climbed out her window and looked down at the Walkers who saw her climb out. They hobbled slowly towards her through the cars, craving to bite into her flesh. She flung an escape ladder down and climbed down quickly. She didn't want to go hand to hand combat until she absolutely needed to. She ran past them then when they were too far to catch her, she began to walk down the street. On the other side, cars cluttered up the road going out of the city. How naïve of people to escape all at once. She had a small MP3 player but wouldn't risk listening to it if a Walker surprised her. The temperature was unbearable but she knew wearing shorts were kinda dumb.

She finally made it to town and it wasn't as bad as she thought. A few here and there but nothing serious. She ran down the streets until she came upon a small, convenient store. Walking in, she observed her surroundings. Blood decorated the walls and floor along with some of the things on the shelf. Lydia scoped the store with her knife in her hands, ready to kill anything that lingered. Walking into the storage closet, a Walker nibbled on a woman. Lydia grabbed the Walker's hair and yanked it back, exposing his throat. With one swift cut, she slit this throat then stabbed his head, making sure it was dead. Blood stained her small, porcelain hands but wiped it off on the Walker's shirt. She walked around the store, trying to find something useful. In her back pack, she put water, snacks, and Cup of Ramen. Behind the counter before leaving, she spotted cigarettes. Lydia never smoked but she could try some. If she didn't like them, she'd probably hang onto them for something. She grabbed two packs and was on her way home. Walking out of the store, she heard a motorcycle! Someone was still around other than her!

Lydia stood in the middle of the road. "Hey! Help me!" She waved her arms around.

Just her luck, the man on the bike zoomed around her and continued on his way. All the yelling and the engine of the bike, attracted five or more Walkers. She was ten minutes away from home. If today was the day to run a marathon, it was now. Her knife couldn't take down them in time and the gun would make more noise.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" Lydia swore, making her way to her house in just a few minutes.

She threw the back pack onto the roof and before climbing the ladder, a Walker tackled her to the ground. She held him back, trying to avoid the blood dripping from his face and his razor sharp teeth. She took the gun from her pocket, put it in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. Lydia shoved him off, nearly puking at the image. She continued on and climbed the ladder to the roof. Lydia grabbed the bag and hurled it into her room, climbing through herself. She locked the window and collapsed on her bed. It was such a struggle to do things yourself. She missed her step sisters. She missed her mother, Katherine. But most of all, she missed her step father, Ryan.