((The Walking Dead, oh how I love you so. Seriously, who doesn't though? I tried to do a horror story back then but it just wasn't working for me. Hopefully I have better luck with this one. Also, like a couple of my other stories, yours truly will be joining the fight through my own point-of-view. Let's get started, shall we?))

I woke up in a dark room. At first I was startled but then I remembered I made my way to this abandon house the night before. I stretched my limbs, got off the ground, tore down the sheet that covered the window and took a look at what use to be Atlanta. Damaged builings as far as the eye could see and the undead field the streets. I've been alone since the beginning of the end. That was about a month ago. I was with someone at first but they didn't make it. I grabbed a duffle bag that barely had anything in it and headed out the back door. I had a schedule made out for myself to stay alive for as long as possible. Long story short, keep moving. I'd hit any house for some supplies, leave before I got too comfortable and get settled somewhere before it got too dark so I wouldn't have to wander around blindly. Luckily for me, one of the houses I got to had some clothes in my size. I was sick of wearing the clothes I had on for days on end so this was a blessing for me. I changed into a plain gray T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a black jacket with fur on the inside. Those clothes were all that house had to offer so I took my leave. This was what I did everyday since I was on my own. I always felt some type of way going into all these houses. People use to live in these places. Families use to sit down together and have dinner. It really gets you thinking about all you've lost once there's nothing left. After hitting a couple more houses I heard gunshots in the distance. I didn't know what to do. It's been so long since I've seen someone who wasn't trying to eat me. I knew the sound would attract the undead so I decided to go incase whoever was doing the shooting needed some help

"Fuck it..." I sighed and headed towards the noise

As expected, the dead were attracted by the noise and had noticed me. I reached on my side and pulled out a hatchet with a red handle. There were no more than 7 corpses so I started swinging my weapon. At the beginning these things seemed impossible to kill but people tend to learn that the only way to put them down are headshots. I got a good grip on my hatchet and started driving it into the rotten skulls of the undead. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere as I was killing. When I was done, the dead were reduced to their rightful lifeless state. I headed to the spot to where I was pretty sure the shooting came from and ended up in a backyard. A few dead zombies helped prove my theory. I looked around but there was no one in sight

"Where'd you- Ah!" I was hit in the back of the head by something hard and fell down

A woman with short curly hair tried to steal my duffle bag but I grabbed her leg and knocked her down

"Let go of me!" the female demanded

She kicked me in the face causing me to let go of her leg allowing her to get my bag and run off. I wiped the blood from my mouth and got up. I saw her run out of the backyard

"Shit!" I growled picking up my hatchet and running after the girl

The girl ran through the neighborhood dodging the dead and trying to get away form me as fast as possible. She ran around a building only to be suddenly tackled by me. The girl must've hit her head on the fall because she stopped moving. I took back my bag and was about to leave but the dead was starting to gather around. If I left the girl there, she'd undoubtedly be devoured. I couldn't just leave her like that. Any humanity I still had wouldn't let me. I put the girl over my shoulder and ran into a house that I was in before. Since I was there earlier I knew it was empty and safe for the time being. After a while the girl woke up

"Morning" I smirked

She tried to jump at me but I tied up her hands and feet with some wire

"Let me go" she growled

"I'm doing fine, thanks" I deadpanned "How about we start with names? I'm Malik"

"What?" she asked

"I think we have something. Out of everyone you could've attacked, you picked me. I feel special" I smirked

She just lied there with a fire in her eyes

"Okay... We can come back to that. That gunshot. Was that just to lure me out?" I asked

"I was being attacked by the dead... I didn't even know you were here" she answered sitting up right

I nodded "I believe you. Now, how about that name?"

"...Samantha" she hesitated

"Samantha. Can I call you Sam?" I asked

She just sat there

"Sammy?" I shrugged

Still no response

"I'm guessing we're not on a nickname basis yet... That's cool, I get it. Now back to the hitting me thing. I assume it was with this" I said holding up a 45 "Hurt like hell but not enough to knock me out"

"I'm sorry. I just needed supplies" Sam commented

"Ever heard of please? I'm not stingy. Plus I haven't seen any living people in forever" I said

"Why didn't you kill me?" Sam asked

"I'm trying not to do that as much as possible" I answered

"Then why didn't you leave me outside? The dead would've killed me. No blood on your hands" Samamtha explained

"No blood on my hands? Are you serious? If I just left you there to be killed by them, that's just as bad as doing it myself"

"Well damn... There is still some good in this word" Sam mumbled

I walked over to the girl with my hatchet in hand

"What are you doing?" Samantha asked getting nervous

I cut the wires restraining the girl "There"

Samantha stood up and rubbed her wrists "Just like that?"

"Just like that. I don't like staying in one spot too long, and I am not carrying you around all day" I said

"Despite me trying to rob you, you kept me alive. So I guess I owe you" Sam smirked "For the record, I woulda left you there"

"Then it's a good thing you suck at knocking someone out" I grinned

The girl was headimg out the door but I stopped her to give her back her gun

"Be careful" I said

She smiled and ran off and I got back to my regular day. I couldn't help but think that I should've stuck with Samantha. But it was okay. I'm better off by myself anyway. I was making my way out of the neighborhood when I was stopped by a couple guys. There were four in all; two in front of me and two in the back

"I sure am running into a lot of people today" I mumbled

"Afternoon" one of the men greeted

"Hey" I replied

"Sorry to cut you off like this but we have something to ask you" he said

"And that is..."

"We're looking for a girl" he explained

"Aren't we all?" I asked

"I'm serious" he grumbled

"Girl... Girl... Let's see, about this tall? Curly hair? Really cute?" I described

"Yeah" the man nodded

"Never heard of her" I shrugged

The men behind me grabbed my shoulders and kicked my legs so I fell to the ground. The obvious leader kneeled next to me and put a gun in my face

"We saw her leave the same house you were in. You see, she stole some stuff from us so we're not the mood for any bullshit. I'm gonna ask once. Where is she?" the man threatened

I shook my head "I really don't know, man"

"Suit yourself" he grinned

*BANG*

The man holding the gun in my face fell over from suddenly being shot in the arm. I took advantage of the confusion and hit the men holding me down in the legs with my axe. When they fell back I got up. A few walking corpses wandered into the area and I quickly dropped enough to get away but saved enough to give my attackers something to do. When I tried to make my escape the last man who hadn't been hit put me in a headlock and was trying to stab me. I managed to block his hand before it blade hit me but I was at a clear disadvantage. Samantha ran up and pistol whipped the man in back of the head, rendering him unconscious

I quickly turned around and saw her "Well I'll be damned. You can knock someone out"

"I guess your head is harder than his" Sam smirked "You coming?"

"Hell yes. And thank you" I said running behind her

"For saving your ass?" she asked

"No, for saying my head is harder than someone else's" I replied

We ran a few blocks before making a stop in an alley

"I guess this is your way of paying me back?" I assumed

"You're not as dumb as you look" Sam said

"I look dumb? All this time I thought I looked like a rather intelligent man" I shrugged

Samantha looked me in the eye "You're the straight forward type, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?" I smirked

"It didn't seem like you really cared if you died there or not" Sam observed

"A part of me really doesn't..." I confessed

"Then how come you're still alive?" she asked

"Because I made a promise to someone that I'd live as long as I could. You know I have this little saying, even before all this. Anybody or anything in this world can try to kill me... but I won't make it easy" I quoted

"Gotcha. So... I'm cute?" Sam wondered

"What?" I asked

"You said I was cute" Samantha pointed out "Am I or were you just saying that?"

"Well... you're not ugly" I shrugged

"You're something else" Sam said

"Yeah... So what you steal?" I asked

"Excuse me?" she wondered

"Those guys. They said you stole some stuff from them. What was it?" I repeated

"You ask some pretty personal questions" Sam said getting quiet for a moment "Hey... You're alone right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Come with me" Sam ordered

"Why?" I asked

"Don't want to? You're always free to go back" Samantha said

That obviously didn't sit right with me "Lead the way"

After walking for a short while, I ended up following Samantha into the woods. I didn't know what is was, but something told me I could trust this girl

((Well there you go. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I have a quick question for everyone reading this. If you were put in the situation where you had to trust someone you didn't know, would you? You don't know them or their intentions. Would you leave it to luck or be on your on? Think about it. Questions, comments, and concerns are expected and accepted. Thanks for reading!))