Dead Serious – Chapter 1
Nearly 2 months in and Alexandra is alone. Groups were never her thing, and even now during the apocalypse they still don't sit well with her. One day she stumbles across a group near a quarry, and finds two people she knows. Unwillingly she stays, in an attempt to help them survive just a little longer. (Rated M for Language and possible sensitive scene in the future)
After an extremely long break from Dead Serious, I came back re-read and decided I needed to re-write the whole thing to get back into it and hopefully make it better. Parts of the original are going to be kept, but probably only very little.
The temporary cover does not belong to me, I found it here; shiptech/girls-with-guns/
Here is the link to the image; . .
If anyone would like to make me a proper cover I would love that.
Comments and reviews are appreciated.
Rated M for language and violence, and possible adult themes that maybe mentioned later in the story.
I do not own The Walking Dead, or the characters, only my OC's and any changes made to the original TV Series.
Alexandra grunted in discomfort, but made no movement to get comfortable. It was a lost cause, as she had tied herself to a tree branch, high enough from biters and prying eyes. Her bag was being used as an incommodious pillow, various tins digging into the side of her head, one of her arms positioned awkwardly through the strap to anchor it to herself.
Small rays of light flickered through the tree, proving the sun had risen and Alex had not slept a wink. Another annoyed grunt was followed by the motion of sitting up, cramp slowing setting into her muscles from the discomfort and lack of movement.
The sun was pretty high by the time Alex had set off, her mental preparation checklist had reached lengthy in the last few weeks. Alex failed to see the row of tin cans that had been strung between the trees, a small attempt of a barricade or even an early detection system, until it was too late. Mentally scolding herself, Alex kept her eyes and ears alert after the noisy clattering had stopped. Not hearing anything, she continued to slowly walk adjacent to the barricade.
After a few minutes, she stopped as unease slid down her spine, a feeling she had grown to hate with a passion but yet trust as much as her other senses. She heard them approaching before she could see them.
"Hands up!" A male voice snapped at her, as he and another male emerged from the trees the other side of the cans.
A quick assessment of the guys for danger didn't tell Alex much. The one who had spoken had dark dishevelled heir and grey shirt smudged with dirt. He held a gun, pointed at her, more confidently then the Korean guy next to him. The Korean shook as he raised his gun, obviously not willing to use it.
One of Alex's arms slowly twitched towards her hip, which caused another voice to yell out to her;
"Don't try anythin'. Less you want a' arrow between the eyes."
The voice was a shock to Alex, whom had not even heard the person approach her from behind. She realised that she was stuck, and there was no way out of this, so Alex raised her arms slowly and peered at the newcomer. This one's appearance, compared to the other two, radiated danger. Like he had announced, he had a crossbow trained straight to her face, not even a tremble in his arms despite the weight of the weapon he carried.
"Move," A simple command was thrown at her along with a twitch of the crossbow towards the two men. The Guy with the grey shirt went to grab her arm, but she darted away and tumbled back into the redneck.
"Wha' I say?" The annoyance was clear in his voice, enough to make Alex comply in the hopes he wouldn't use the crossbow on her.
The walk to their camp was steady. The trees thinned and the Korean guy expressed his concerns of bring her back to the camp, which contained women and children. Panic set in as they got closer to the camp, Alex noticed the cluster of tents and dreaded the amount of people.
A boy stopped what he was doing, and turned to the small group marching towards the camp.
"Who's that, Shane?" The question was thrown to the guy in the grey shirt, who had a tight grip on Alex's arm, as the boy came to a stop in front of them.
"Carl! Get back here!" A woman, assumingly his mother, snapped that the boy as she ran towards him and shielded him from the newcomer.
Attention was now drawn to the new group, and others started to edge closer. A guy in a sheriff's uniform stepped up to them, eyeing Alex as he approached.
"What's going off?" His eyes were still on Alex, but the question was directed at the three men.
"Caugh' her sneakin' around the camp, probably trying to steal supplies," The redneck grumbled, stepping out from behind her and towards the sheriff.
"Like I would steal supplies off a redneck twat like you," Alex's voice was cracked from lack of speaking, but it still reached the desired effect. Instantly he spun around and there was a blinding pain to Alex's jaw. The force was enough to knock her out of Shane's grip and onto her back. Alex could hear the scuffle above her, the redneck cursing as they tried to restrain him from beating her to a pulp.
Standing to her feet, Alex blinked back the floating lights from her eyes and spat to rid the metallic taste of copper from her mouth.
The Sheriff stepped forwards, thumbs tucked into his belt. The look of an American police officer, that Alex had grown up seeing on the TV.
"Sorry about that, Daryl has a bit of a temper," He pulled his out in front of her, "Names Rick."
Alex ignored the outstretched hand, and searched his face for danger. Seconds past and the sheriff's smile started to drop, followed by his hand.
Suddenly a yell startled the group to spin around and two figures darted towards them, tackling Alex.
"We thought you were dead!" One cried, as the other picked up Alex and spun her around.
"Tom? Liz?" Alex's voice cracked.