Spinning Heads Chapter 2: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid, a walking dead fanfic

A/N Hey everybody! Thanks for the support I've already gotten! I'm super excited to see this story take off! Out of the stories I'm writing, have written, or will write in the future, I've been looking forward to this one the most! Now, like my other stories, REVIEW TIME!

ml 2 ghost: Stop waiting then! Another chapter is here!

RavenHunter155: I'm not doing anymore stories that totally revolve around OC's besides The Adventures Of Joy And Faith. I just had some pretty cool ideas that sparked, then this story was created! To be honest, In The Moment and The Colors In Hell were the only stories I even planned on doing ever!

GoldenEnderHawk: The beginning is probably the only thing I planned out word for word. I like improvising! Please leave suggestions though, if there's one thing I hate, it's writers block!

Nuke4Lyfe: First off, that review is hella sweet! I wouldn't have guessed! Thank you for what you said! Also, I love it when people want me to update, because it makes me feel like I can make someone happy when they see I update!

Addibobaddi: I think it's fun to kinda write your own story about someone that TellTale didn't create! Sure, Joy and Faith are big characters, but I feel they can fit in easily. It's weird adding in a new character you've never worked with, and isn't based off of a real life person. Joy is an OC based kinda off of me, while Faith is based off of my best friend, that got me through my depression. Christina is a totally made up character, and I'm having lots of fun choosing her story! And bringing Gabriella into this is something I've wanted to do in many of my other stories, but felt it wouldn't fit in well. Gabriella is a HUGE piece of the plot in this story and I'm just REALLy looking forward to hitting it off!

Now that that's done, LET'S CONTINUE!

I don't know what was really going on in my mind. Correction, what WASN'T going on in my mind! One though was here, on there, another of there. Nothing was calm, inside of me. Gabriella was done crying, so only the singing of wind could really be heard. I stared down at Gabriella's innocent face, allowing my thoughts to straighten out.

No bandits have shown up, or seemed to have chased me. Then again, I killed a little over half of them. Maybe Dad had finished them, or maybe they finished him. I couldn't deny it, the chance of Dad's survival was slim.

It hit me, I had left Dad there. He may not have noticed me at all, which seems pretty odd, considering I had screamed. No, I can't beat myself up! He would've wanted me to run, he would've wanted me to save Gabriella and myself. He and Mom both.

Mom was dead, she died trying to save Gabriella. I couldn't have done anything, neither could Dad. One minute she kissed me goodnight and left me to sleep in my tent. Next thing I knew, I was hiding under her corpse. My dear mother, she deserved better. I knew crying was useless, but I did it anyway.

I didn't sob and shake, just let the warm drops of water drip out of my eyes and slide down my cheeks. I had lost my mother and quite possibly my dad, I had a right to cry right now. Letting yourself cry and pity yourself is something you should do when you lose someone you love. Letting it ruin your day is okay, feeling depressed is normal and healthy.

But even moments like these have their limits. Grief is one thing, grudges are another. I know I could cry and not regret it, but I couldn't let myself tear into tiny, worthless pieces. My parents loved me and protected me, they wanted me to live. They had Gabriella to bring us hope in this world of walking dead. Now they were gone, and I was standing.

My parents have put the life of Gabriella in my hands. My parents, Gabriella, and I were depending on myself to bring this baby up. To raise her right. I had to push my weakness out of the way, I needed to live. Gabriella was the reason I needed to live, I needed to protect, educate, and love her. I need to be brave.

With my thoughts washed away, my goal set, and my courage built, I stood to my feet. I then realized how heavy my backpack was, and I fell backwards. My rear end landed in the dirt again, and I groaned, "Son of a b*tch." Normally, my parents wouldn't allow me to use fowl language, but I didn't care. I know it wasn't good, but I didn't care if Gabriella grew up listening to me swear, or swore herself. I just didn't care.

I found it amusing that I had ignored the weight on my back, plus the bag of baby supplies, plus Gabriella. I did not plan on carrying anything in my arms but Gabriella. So I pulled out the ribbon I used to keep my hair up out of my hair. I pulled one end through the handles of the bag, and tied it to the hook on the front of my backpack. I shook my auburn hair lose, I'll tie it back up later.

Preparing for the heavy weight of my backpack, I stood up again. Damn, it was heavy! I positioned myself to, uncomfortably, hunch over a little so the weight wouldn't pull me backwards again. I grunted, looking down at the infant in my arms, "Soon as you're old enough, I'm gonna have you carry all this sh*t."

I decided to head back to where I was camping. There was a chance Dad was still alive, and there was other supplies there (if the bandits didn't already steal it) I could use. So I just headed back in the direction I came.

Though I was still broken up over what happened, I wanted to get my hopes up, so I sang my all time favorite song.

(You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring. This is MY favorite song, it's an old rock song from around the time I was born!)

Show me how to lie
You're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that's hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

Now dance, f*cker, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives

Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I'm wide awake
It's a scene about me
There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me

Now dance, f*cker, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you'll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid
Trust, deceived!

Now dance, f*cker, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

So dance, f*cker, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you

Clever alibis
Lord of the flies
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives

I sang the song over and over until I got back to my camp. It took longer than when I left because one, I was running. Two, I wasn't paying attention to how long I was running. And three, the fact that my backpack was heavy as hell went completely over my head! I mentally thanked myself for running in one direction, so finding the camp was easy.

I arrived, in search of my dad. I laid Gabriella in a basket near the unlit camp fire, setting my heavy backpack beside it. I saw bodies of the bandits with bullets in their heads spread everywhere. One less problem, hopefully.

I refused to look at the dead body of my mother, so I walked far from where she lay. "Dad?" I called out, careful not to attract unwanted attention. I didn't get a response, my pluse was racing. I absent-mindedly walked around, I didn't notice a body near me feet. I tripped over, landing on my belly with a loud, "Oof!"

I rubbed my head as I rolled over, "F*ck me." I looked at the body I had tripped over, to let in another horrific sight.

My dad was laying motionless in the dirt, a bullet-sized hole smack in the middle of his forehead. I held my hand over my mouth, my vision going blurry once more.

I didn't scream this time, I just froze. That's just it, Dad was dead. I didn't get my hopes up, but I wasn't prepped to actually find him gone! Tears slipped down my cheeks again, my body trembling again. I moved from my current position to my knees. I placed my hand on his face, pushing his wide eyes shut.

I took a minute to cry, then opened my eyes again, "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll take care of Gabriella. Tell Mommy I love her for me. You rest easy." With that, I retracted my hand from his face. I stood up, and noticed something on the ground nearby.

I shakingly shuffled over, picking up the item. It was an old photo of my family from when I was twelve. We were on the front porch of my old house, I was sitting in my dad's lap while my mom leaned against us both. We all had a bright smile that day, happy to be alive. My parents felt like ghosts now, I wiped my eyes.

I walked over to where my backpack rested and shoved the picture inside of it. Part of me just wanted to leave right now, another wanted to stay and scrap up anything else I could use.

The silent songs of the wind was interupted by the sound of rustling leaves. Then the sound of voices, "Over there." I didn't have time to decide, I quickly scooped up Gabriella and my backpack, then jolted behind a nearby bolder.

I heard the noises even closer, "Whoa."

"Something really threw down here."

"Let's just grab anything we can find, I don't wanna stay any longer than I gotta."

I reached into the side pocket of my backpack, pulling out my survival knife. I couldn't load my gun without making a sound. I hoped and prayed Gabriella would stay quiet. I knew I had to make sure I knew what I could end up dealing with. So I peered around the bolder a little.

I saw two men, and two men only. One of them was pretty good-looking. Shaggy brown hair, a little stubble around his mouth, soft brown eyes, and muscular arms. He didn't look like to much trouble.

The other man kinda looked like a teddy bear. He was tall and chubby. He had black hair and a black beard, dark brown skin, and deep brown eyes behind a pair of glasses. It was kinda adoreable.

I didn't think they seemed dangerous, but I didn't trust ANYONE! I stayed in my spot, but I lingered a bit to long. The young, brown haired man caught my eye for a moment before I jerked behind the bolder. Please don't let them have seen me. Please don't let them have seen me!

"Who's there?!"

A/N BOOM! That cliffhanger! Looks like two of our friends came to visit, we'll see how it goes! I hope you all are enjoying the story so far, and I will start naming the chapters of my stories from now on. Besides The Colors In Hell because that's to far in. Be on the look out for more chapters in the future! Please be sure to leave a review, I'd really appreciate it! Take Luck! Lol