Chapter one: Why?
Savannah, Georgia.
5:51 AM
"Clementine, baby? If you can hear this, call the police. That's 9-1-1... We love you... We love you... We love y-" An explosion was heard, and the phone call was cut off as a fiery light blasted through the air, screams, a car crashed into a telephone pole, knocking it over, and causing it to tear the rest down. Sparks flew, and more people screamed. Ed protectively shielded his wife. The streets were mayhem. People ran crazy, trying to avoid the hideous, groaning... THINGS... that plagued the streets. Every second a cry for help was cut short as their lives came to abrupt and violent end, and as their remains were eaten. Alive. Every second the death toll increased, and every second those monsters increased. Ed grabbed his wive's hand. Without doubt, fear shone in his eyes."We have to get the hell out of here, Diana! Run!" He screamed. He took a brick and hit an uncoming walker behind her, knocking it down.
Diana tried to block out what was happening around her, but the pleading voices were just to loud, to intense, that she couldn't ignore it all.
"Oh my God..." she whispered in horror.
She saw a child torn away from its mother, and the mother was eaten, alive, in front of her daughter.
"Mommy!" The child cried, reaching out. But she, to, was silenced when a walker pulled her in and-
Diana looked away, she wanted to help, but Ed wasn't letting go.
No... Clementine... will we get to her in time? she thought.
A walker grabbed her leg, knocking her down. She lost hold of Ed. It crawled on to her as she furiously tried to kick it off. From her vantage point, Ed was no where to be seen.
She was sure this was the end.
She shut her eye's, preparing for its teeth to sink into her face. She was praying it would be fast. Praying that-
Suddenly, though, the weight was lifted off of her.
She opened her eye's to see Ed, holding the walker by the neck in anger, and slamming its face against the ground over and over.
"Not today, motherfucker" Ed yelled as he smashed the walkers head in repeatedly. "Not today, you piece of shit! You will never touch my wife like that! You-"
"Ed! Please, its dead already! We have to move!" She pleaded. She never saw Ed in this state. It frightened her.
Ed hesitated, before pulling reluctantly pulling away. He took her hand and they began to run again.
"It tried to kill you, Diana." he said coldly.
"I know, Ed, but... that wasn't you..."
"Nothing is as it seems anymore, Diana." He muttered, shoving a walker into a wall. "We have to get to Clementine, Diana, and you know that." he said simply, running past a dying couple without batting and eye.
"We need to help them, Ed!" she said. But he didn't answer.
They rounded a corner, and they ran face to face into a walker. Groaning, it grabbed Ed on his arm and tried to bite him. Reacting fast, Ed grabbed its neck and drove it backwards against the wall. He slammed his whole body into it, mindfully keeping its gnashing teeth as far away from his face as he could. He began punching it over and over in the head until it stopped moving, only then did he finally let go.
"Ed! Come in here!"
He turned, and saw that Diana had entered a store of some sort, and was holding the door open, motioning for him to come in. He raced over, and together, they shut the door just as a horde of walkers came into the alley that they had just entered from.
"God... I think... I think we're safe..." Ed gasped, looking around him.
Diana glanced around also. They were in a small room, with a single chair and a shelf. There was a doorway that led to the rest of the store, but the door was shut. They seemed to be in a sort of security room, because of the fact that a giant window was before them, through which you could see into the next room. The next room was bigger, but yet small, and there was what seemed to be sitting area in front of a glass counter. The glass counter contained numerous shiny objects, and a radiator was just next to the counter. She turned back to Ed, who was for some odd reason staring motionless and speechless at something behind her. She was about to say something to him, picking up on his fear, when she felt something cold get pressed to the back of her neck. It was a blade, very, very sharp.
"Don't get to comfortable." a voice whispered.