A/n: Hello and welcome to The Canadian Survival Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse! or T.C.S.G.Z.A for short. I started binge watching Walking dead last month and I had an idea. what would happen if the Z.A. happened and you lived in Canada? I mean its freaking cold. I live in Canada and well I discovered I would not last long lol. so I ran the idea past my friend and Taada! Here's are new story its going to be a long one. We have some Pre-written chapters so expect an update every Wednesday! A big thanks to my mom who's had to listen to me rant and plot for this story! This story is written by Zabi-chan and Maranna Listten, and Beta-ed by all of us! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We do not own Walking Dead or any of its characters.
Prologue:
"Guys! Look at this place!" Maggie shouted from up ahead. It was a fortified mansion. Well, no, it was more of a large house, but to the weary survivors, it looked like a luxury resort, surrounded by high walker proof fences that buzzed with what appeared to be electricity. Working electricity!
The smell of lemons was in the air. A dog ran up to the fence and barked happily, wagging a bushy tail to and fro.
"How do we get in?" Glenn scratched at his scruffy beard, listening to the electric hum.
"The hell?!" Daryl shouted then, and most jogged over, staring at a large gate set into the fence. Above it, in jagged writing, was written IF YOU ARE A ZOMBIE, FUCK OFF Below, in smaller and daintier writing, if human and sane, please, come in Below that, was an elaborate diagram explaining how to open the complex puzzle lock, and taking charge, Rick followed what was written to unlock the gate. Once inside, the dog greeted them happily.
"Stay here." he said gruffly, as the group began to look around, or alternatively, fawn over the non-zombified friendly dog. "I'll make sure it's safe."
The house was odd, the leader noted as he walked in, smelling of lemon and potato. There were lemons and potatoes everywhere, actually, all with wires sticking out from them. A large colourful sign warned him to switch out the lemons and potatoes every so often. A working shower was rigged up, though the water was cold, but the rooms were clean. No Walkers, no Walker bits. No scent of blood or decay.
Cautiously, he called in his fellow survivors to help search the house, and hours later, they had found nothing but eccentricities, lemons, potatoes, and signs. There were signs everywhere, actually.
Carol, wandered into a bedroom, resting her tired feet with great relief. She flopped onto a threadbare pillow, and that was when she found it. "It" being a journal bulging with laminated pages. Tired but not sleepy, the woman opened the first page, and had a letter fall out. Now curious, she began to read;
Hello Living Person,
I wish I had gotten the chance to meet you. it's been so very long since I have seen anyone of the human and not zombie variety. I hope my house suits your needs as well as it did mine. I have been bitten, I made a cure but I don't know if it's worth even using, I am so lonely. Getting up every day is the hardest part. The dog's name is Hugo by the way I saved him from being eaten. He was just so cute. I am glad I did one thing right by rescuing him even if that's the reason I am in this predicament, He's a good boy. The book you are holding is my legacy I suppose, I've taken to calling it 'The Canadian Survival Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse' silly sounding I am sure but it's helped me stay human, or at least as human as I can be.
My name is Myriam Lam I am 20 years old almost 21 in a few months' time, I was born in a small city in Quebec, Canada. And it's a Pleasure to meet you. It's Been almost two years since this madness started and I am happy to say Welcome to what hopefully be your new home. the animals are all a bit Quirky and the damned rooster sings before sun up every morning but he makes good zombie bait if you need to make a quick getaway, sadly he always comes back so… Um... have fun with that. The fencing spans over about 5 acres, and is a mix of a lemon orchard and potato farm about half and half really. The barn in attached to the back of the house and has two cows, one sheep, a horse, and like too many freaking chickens, they live off the leftover potatoes and lemons like I do nothing goes to waste well except for the chickens they make a good meal once week or so.
Semi magical chickens aside, my fever is getting higher by the minute. I don't have much time, I have made 15 vials of the cure it doesn't work on someone who has already died, or someone with life threatening injures. but if you're bitten it's the best chance you've got. If I have known then what I know now, I would have made more. Only use it if you have hope. if you want to live otherwise it will be wasted. The book you are holding is my most prized possession in the world. I can only hope it will be as helpful to you as it was to me. There are a lot of helpful tidbits of information in my book, you just have to read it. Good luck new friends, I wish you well,
Sincerely,
Myriam Lam
A/n part 2 ; This chapter has 845 words! Yay! Please Review and tell us what you think? and here's a Question: If you had to Choose one Character from the show to go on a Date with, Who would you go with? and where?
thanks again for reading! see you all in the next Update!
- Zabi-Chan, Maranna Listten
