I do not own The Walking Dead or Dawn of the Dead and I am not gaining profit from this story. But I do own Rikki and MY plot.

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P.S: This chapter starts with Amy's death scene. I liked her but I need her to die in my story. It might not make sense now, but trust me, it will in a few chapters if you stay with me.


It was a crisp evening and Amy and the rest of the gang was sitting at the campfire, listening to Dale's very boring story about why he still wore his watch. Amy was getting sick of it but instead of being bitchy, she said the one thing that was probably on everybody's mind, "You are so weird."

Dale chuckled, shaking head while Amy slowly smiled and stood up.

"Where you going?" Andrea asked, being the overprotective sister that she is, thinking about the very beautiful mermaid necklace that she would be giving to Amy for her birthday tomorrow.

Amy rolled her eyes and retorted, "I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here," as she walked towards the RV, entering it loudly.

She frowned as everyone started laughing but she didn't take any notice. She was just focused on her birthday the next day. How would it go? Will it suck because of this plague? After a minute or two of pondering, she stepped out of the RV and said, "Hey, is there any more toilet - aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Amy's screams cut through her question about toilet paper. Amy knew that her time was up when she felt a very painful tingling on her neck and arm, where the next walker took a piece of her arm. But she wanted to tell Andrea one last thing. Amy thought, I forgive you, Andrea. You are the best sister ever, even though we barely hanged out before all this happened. I love you.

Andrea quickly ran to her sister when Jim took out the walkers that were killing Amy and screamed for her.

Everybody stood up all at once and reached for a weapon or loved ones with such a jolt of adrenaline that nobody realized all the other walkers joining the party.

The walkers were surrounding the group on all sides but Andrea kept on screaming for Amy.

There were screams and cries and noise everywhere but Andrea just saw her dead sister, laying on the ground.

Rick, T-Dog and Daryl came back from the Atlanta mission and started to save the rest of the gang by shooting the walkers that threatened to kill the rest of the survivors.

"Lori! Carl!" Rick yelled as he saw Shane protecting them, shooting all the walkers just like everybody else who had a weapon. No matter if he put down one, there would be three to takes its place but he knew that he had to continue to save them. "Come on stay close," Shane yelled at the rest of the people who had miraculously survived the walker invasion.

Carol and Sophia stood near Shane, trying not to get bitten, but suddenly they heard Jackie's screams. T-Dog heard Jackie's screams too and grabbed his machete, killing the walker who threatened to take a bite out of her. He began searching her arms for bite marks or scratches and finding nothing he held her hand and walked to where the group was standing.

"I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes," Jim said suddenly as everyone looked around at the bodies littering the camp site all the while, Andrea's loud cries for her dead sister were heard.

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"Hey, come on, we're almost to your place," Glenn said as I slowed down my pace. Ever since we've escaped his house and his zombie brother, we've been silently and slowly running away from zombies.

Right now, he's killed 3 zombies and me? A meekly one zombie. He was about to take a bite out of Glenn's leg and I had a sudden powerful strength of protectiveness over my best friend. "I… I can't… Just-" I started to say but before I could finish Glenn grabbed my arm and put his hand on my mouth to shut me up.

There, before us, was a huge amount of zombies.

Glenn knew that I was about to have a panic attack, so he dragged me to an empty lot, he had to make sure it was empty first, and we hid there for hours. We could not speak in fear of the horde, or whatever they were to hear us so I started to think. And thinking right now is the worst thing I could've done.

What if my mom is dead?

What if my step-dad is dead?

What if the whole world is dead?

What if we are the only survivors?

My eyes started to water and my lips started to quiver and I tried to cover it up but Glenn is always one to know that the mask that I put on is just that, a mask.

"It's going to be okay. It is, I promise." He whispered in my ear and he hugged me. Those words, they hurt me more than he would ever know because we were not going to be okay. In any zombie movie, they never showed what happened after and if they did, it was never solved. Ever.

But this is reality.

If zombies could happen, there should be a cure, right? So I decided right then and there, while I was hugging Glenn with my tear stained face, that I was going to be a bad-ass and fight these zombies till the end.

I WILL make Glenn's words true. It will be okay. We WILL survive.

(I hope.)