I know I had a Walking Dead fanfiction before, but as I didn't like it and it didn't get a good response, I got rid of it, and have been working on a new one. Thus, this! Tada!
It's another DarylxOC romance inspired by the Florence + the Machine song "Dog Days Are Over". As well, Juliana's appearance is made around Karen Gillan. I hope you all enjoy and if you do, please respond. Thank you~
Warnings: DarylxOC romance, gore, romance, violence, mentions of rape and abuse, cursing, and references to alcohol and drugs.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Walking Dead or its characters.
Prelude:
Long, pale digits turned and flipped, turned and flipped the unlabeled compact disc between them, delicately, cautiously as orbs of hazel glanced between it and her laptop across the bedroom, back and forth. Perhaps for a near hour did she sit like that, a pensive albeit apprehensive expression upon her face, feeling her heart beat erratically at the mere thought of its contents. Alas, finally, she rose from her bed to her sock-clad feet across the plush carpet towards her desk to her computer.
A gunshot resounding from the outdoors caused the redhead to pause in her endeavors only to rush to the windows, tearing open the blinds, when bloodcurdling screams echoed throughout the neighborhood.
Frantically, her eyes danced about among the houses of the small suburban area for the exact location of the ruckus. It was across the street, the Duello's , friends, were out on their once vibrantly green lawn; it was now smeared with red, blood. A decaying figure adorned in a stained, torn nightgown, was mauling a now lifeless Mr. Duello, a gaping hole in his neck, his gun discarded. Mrs. Duello was screaming her head off, screaming for her husband, for help. He didn't rise, though; no one came, but her husband's killer, its attention, was now drawn to her. It attacked.'
She turned away, stomach rolling.
She only looked back when her ears perked to gunshots going off once more followed by shrieks; that time, though, distinct barking was added to the alarming mix. However, all that sounded heart wrenchingly close.
"Juliana!"
It was close.
Her home was under attack.
The time had come…