Before we start anything, let me get something straight - this is a crossover of the Walking Dead (Video Game) and fictional characters I have created myself (I didn't exactly get the Crossover definition at that time, sorry). This is my first Fanfiction, and this is not exactly the "romantic" kind. I prefer it to be the dramatic, suspenseful kind of a story. Jock and any characters included in this story is entirely fictional, and anybody who shares the same name is purely coincidence. But, let's cut the crap and get to the story. Enjoy!
I picked at my food with a jab with my fork. And another. And another. My parents and I were at a restaurant, attempting to please our appetite, but I felt no hunger. Instead, I felt sadness.
"You haven't taken a single bite yet." My mother said. "Something wrong, Jock?"
"It's nothing." I sighed, not even glancing at my mother. "Just kinda bummed that we had to move. I had a lot of good friends back at our old neighborhood."
"You'll make new friends." Dad grumbled. "Now, enough of your sorrow crap. Eat your food."
Still, I didn't even look at my food, I just rested my head on a table for minutes. Much time passed as my mother and father were cleaning up their platters. Finally, I felt as if this wasn't comfortable - that I was embarrassing my parents.
"Why'd we even have to move?" I asked, trying to hide my sadness.
"You know exactly why." Mother replied, growing impatient. "Your dad got a new job, and you might as well accept that. I told you, you'll make new friends, and I promise you will. Even your ol' friend Clementine can see that."
I was surprised to hear my parents mentioning Clementine at this period of time. I used to be good friends with Clementine, and helped her build a treehouse and everything. But I've never saw her again since we moved. Companions like that can't be replaced.
I got up. "I'm going to the bathroom." I announced, and left. As soon as I got there, I saw a large crowd of people, admiring a public TV, listening thoroughly to what information the news channel had to offer. It probably had something to do with politics or epic football game moments. I didn't mind.
Once I entered the restroom, I still couldn't contain the anger I had enough. After I slammed my fist against the tile textured wall - a feeling so painful yet relieving, I relaxed myself and regained my senses.
I headed straight for the door and was about to open it, but a man burst the door open from the other side before I could, and pinned me against the head with his shoe.
"Who are you!?" He barked. I looked up and saw a soldier - green camouflaged uniform, armed with a gun. He seemed like one of those military generals from the movies, shouting commands to his army like a madman.
"I asked you a question, kid!" He yelled again, now aiming the gun at me. "Who are you!?"
"J-Jock." I stammered quickly, trying to prevent my face from becoming target practice. This was the first time I had a gun pointed at me, so the thought of a bullethole in my head was terrifying. Don't judge me - I was only 9 at that time.
"Are you infected? Has one of those moaning psychos on the street bitten you?" The soldier threw more and more questions my way. I didn't have time to answer all of them, and I couldn't even keep up with his voice. "Do you feel the urge to bite someone?" He continued. "Are you-"
"Enough!" I yelled, frustrated. I wanted to throw a punch at him, but I know that would probably just raise my chances of being shot into swiss cheese. "What is it with all these infected stuff and bites and...stuff!?"
As the soldier was about to speak, I heard screaming outside the bathroom. Biting sounds, moaning, and the disgusting sound of flesh.
Another man burst through the door, only this time, it wasn't another soldier. His clothes were torn apart, and he was walking awkwardly, slowly staggering toward us with lifeless eyes. Blood splattered against the wall as the man was shot by the soldier and slumped to the ground.
"You don't know about any of this?" The soldier turned towards me. "It's the Walkers, man. They're going to kill us all."