Here is the first official first chapter of Apocalypse. Hopefully it will be good and hopefully you guys will think it's good. So yeah, hope you guys like it.

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Korra panted and wheezed as she ran through the forest. She had been running for who knows how long. Long enough for her to feel as if she was about to pass out. Her lungs were threatening to set themselves on fire and heart felt as if it were about to burst. Her legs were turning to jelly at an alarming rate and the sweat that had formed on her forehead was streaming down her face and into her eyes and mouth, leaving her slightly blurry vision and irritated and having the taste of salt fill her mouth.

Despite this, she continued to run.

Korra had no idea how long it had been since the Outbreak, but she assumed it had been a while. Months, mostly likely, if she kept her days straight. Was it Monday or Friday? Saturday or Wednesday? She didn't know and honestly, she could care less about the day of the week. As long as she survived that day to live onto the next.

Korra couldn't take anymore of this running. She slowed down to a slow jog and eventually, to a walk. She walked up to a tree and rested both of her hands against the huge, thick trunk and let her head lob uselessly between her shoulders. She stood there and tried to even out her heavy breathing. Sweat slid down her cheeks and to her chin where it would gather up and when it got too heavy, drip down onto the grass and dirt between her feet, creating tiny pools of mud. Once her breathing had been restored to a somewhat normal pace, Korra turned around. She removed her backpack and sat it on the ground. Moving backwards until her back hit the tress, Korra slid down its length until she was sitting on the ground. She leaned her head back against the tree and sighed heavily, but softly, as to not draw attention to herself. She didn't know what was in this forest and preferred to keep it that way.

Korra sat still and listened. She head no groans of corpses or the rustling of uneven footsteps coming towards her. She breathed a relieved sigh. Good, she was alone. She looked over to her right and stared out into the distance. They sky had turned a beautiful shade of orange and purple but Korra didn't the heart in her admire it. Besides, all it did was remind her that she had, maybe an hour at most before it would become dark. She needed to find some shelter before then, unless she wanted to go trekking around in the dark.

She looked up and stared at the tall trees all around her and the colors they currently were. They were mostly green, with noticeable streaks of red, yellow, and orange. Clearly it was Spring. The only reason Korra knew this was because she had endured a long, harsh, tragic winter...

No Korra. Don't think about that.

She decided to turn her thoughts back to the day when the world went to shit.

The day had been bright and quiet. Korra had decided that today would be a good day to go out for a jog. She hadn't done that in a while. Running upstairs, she went into her room and stripped out of the jeans and blue tank top that she had been wearing and threw it onto the floor. Nearly ripping the drawer out of the dresser, she put on a deep blue sports bra and a pair of short, blue, running shorts. She then walked into her closet and pulled out a pair of black running shoes. It had been a while since she had last worn them, due to the fact that she had been super busy and just hasn't had the time to go out on the jog that she planned on doing weeks ago. Once she was dress, she grabbed her keys off of the dresser and ran downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, she had grabbed two ice cold water bottles from the refrigerator and two granola bars that she placed on top of her washing machine. Then, she walked to her door and opened it. Stepping outside, she closed the door behind her and locked it. She then turned to face her car, a 2013 Honda Civic, and pressed the button to unlock it. She made her way to the passenger seat and put down her water and granola bar. Closing the door, she walked around to the driver's seat. She got in and put the keys into the ignition and soon enough, she was backing out of her driveway and on her way to the park. It had a huge track there and it was easily about ten miles long. Perfect for running.

As Korra drove, she noticed that the streets seemed unusually quiet. She didn't think much of it. Other than the neighborhood hood rats, sorry, kids that made up most of the noise, the place was quiet. But still, it was three in the afternoon and the hood rats were usually out here, riding their bikes, or playing tag, or shooting each other with water guns. Not a single child was in sight. Korra just focused on driving.

After a fifteen minuet drive, Korra had finally arrived to the park. She had pulled up along a curb and turned off her vehicle. She stepped out, taking her keys with her. She took note of the fact that there were no other cars her but hers. She breathed in the fresh air and smiled. It felt good being able to go outside again. She looked out into the grass where a park laid. Korra raised an eyebrow at how empty it was. The water was sprinkling but there was no one running through it. The swings had no one swinging on it, there wasn't anyone hanging upside down on the monkey bars. She heard no cries of joy that she usually heard when the kids would slide down on the slide. Korra wondered if there was a holiday that she didn't know about. Shrugging, she walked through the grass and towards the track. It must have been repaved recently. Good. The last time Korra was here, it was pretty sad looking. Cracks appeared every step you took, parts of the pavement were jutting up from the ground, so if you weren't careful, you would most likely trip and fall, and the color had once been a sorry looking greenish blue color. That had been a few months ago. Now it was fresh. No cracks or juts of pavement and now it was covered with a layer of white. It looked nice. Walking onto the track, Korra stretched for a few minuets, so she wouldn't pull a muscle, and started her jog along the track.

It was only a few minuets in before Korra started to get suspicious. Where was everyone? This place was usually pack, especially on a Saturday. Most times, she couldn't find a decent place to park. Now, there was nothing but the wind. Korra felt the sun beam down onto her and the sweat drip down her face and onto her collarbone. She stopped jogging and looked around in her new location. To her left was a huge field of grass. In the distance, she could make out the outline of the city. It seemed pretty far away, despite the fact that Korra was just there a few hours ago. She looked to her right and saw a similar field of green. This time, she saw the park. Still no one there. There was also a porta potty sitting on the edge of the pavement. Korra didn't feel the need to go to the bathroom and even if she did, she would hold it, Porta potties were gross and that was just an understatement.

Korra looked back out to her right and this time, in the field of grass, she could see a figure, a bit far off, walking through the grass. Korra wondered why they would be marching through the grass when there was concrete right where she was walking. She wondered if he knew what was going on. Korra shouted towards him.

"Hey!" Korra cupped her hands and shouted through them. "Hey, excuse me!"

The figure turned towards her direction. Korra felt a chill run through her. Something told her that she shouldn't be shouting but she ignored it and walked closer towards the man, or woman.

"Excuse me!" Korra yelled again, still too far away to make out the appearance of the figure. She walked closer, feeling that chill again. That nagging thought in the back of her mind telling her to leave as soon as possible. "Sorry to bother you! I just want to ask you something!"

Her instincts told her to run but she ignored it and moved closer. The figure seemed to be walking as if they had a limp. Were they hurt?

"Are you hurt?" Korra voiced her thoughts.

The figure moved closer and the smell smacked Korra right in the face. Holy shit, they smelled terrible! Korra began to hack violently. Did this person take a bath in the sewer? Jesus, they smelled like death. Once the coughing subsided, Korra looked at the figure, who was close enough to make out who they were. Or in this case, what they were.

This person, thing, whatever, looked horrible. They had gray, decaying skin, hair that was in patches on their head, milky white eyes, and bloody clothing. They were making a horrible groaning sound but that wasn't what had scared Korra. What had scared her was the fact that this person, had their guts falling out of where their stomach used to be.

Korra screamed loudly as the figure came closer. She fell backwards. The...person? Was that even a person? It didn't matter. It came closer. Korra backed away and scrambled to her feet. She turned and ran back towards the pavement. Once she was on it, she noticed another figure walking towards her.

"Oh thank God." She sighed, walking towards the figure. "Please help! There's this crazy person coming after-"

Korra shut her mouth when she noticed who she was talking to. This person, a woman, looked just like the figure Korra was trying to get away from. Hair in tuffs, milky, hungry eyes, bloody clothes. She was also walking as if one of her legs were broken. She groaned towards Korra and started to walked towards her.

Korra backed away. She was at a loss for words. What the hell was this? What the hell were they? Turning around, Korra ran right into the first figure that had managed to catch up towards her in her state of shock. They both fell to the ground, Korra on top. She quickly got up and tried to run before the figure grabbed her leg, causing her to fall once again. She rolled onto her back, just as the figure climbed on top of her. Gnawing and biting at her, Korra put her hands on the figure's shoulder and tried to push them off. They were heavy and determined to rip her throat out. With one last burst of energy, Korra managed to pus them off of her and get up. She ran.

"What just happened?" Korra asked herself. "What the fuck just happened!?"

She didn't have answers. She looked behind her and saw the two people walked towards her. Korra found the porta potty that she had passed earlier and ran into it, locking the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door, nearly puking to the smell of this potty.

What had just happened? Those two...things had attacked her. What the hell? What did they want!? Korra didn't have time to think before she heard pounding and groaning against the door. Korra shrieked. The pounding and groaning got louder and louder. Fuck. She had trapped herself. There was no way out! What the hell was she gonna do...

Korra shook her head out of the memory. She sniffed and became aware of the tears that began forming in her eyes. She took the sleeve of her jacket and wiped her eyes.

Now's not the time to start crying. I got out of there...that's all that matters...

Grabbing her backpack, Korra decided to take inventory. Spreading her legs, she placed her backpack between them. She unzipped the top zipper and began to take out some of her items. First, she pulled out a water bottle that was halfway filled. Unscrewing the cap, Korra placed the top at her lips and took a long swing of refreshing water. It was warm due to the fact that it had been in her backpack all day but Korra learned not to complain. Fresh, clean water was hard to come by so even if it was scorching hot, Korra would still drink it. She placed the lid back on and sat the bottle down next to her and continued to rummage through her pack.

Next, she pulled out a zip lock bag filled with beef jerky. Korra didn't particularly like beef jerky but, again, she would take what she could get her hands one. She didn't eat any. She just sat it down next to the water bottle. Next came out three cans of Chef Boy ravioli she had found when she had been scavenging an abandoned house for supplies. She would probably open one up later. Setting those aside, Korra pulled out a lighter that she had recently found and hasn't had the chance to use yet. Instead of putting that to the side, she placed it in her pocket. Still rummaging, Korra took out a flashlight that needed new batteries. It had gone out while Korra had gotten caught in the darkness. Korra put that down and revealed a few pads and tampons. Just because it was the apocalypse didn't mean that the woman body still didn't go through its cycle. Korra grimaced as she put those back in her pack. She dug deeper and her hand grasped a flimsy piece of paper. She took the object out and stared at it.

She examined the photo of her family, about a year before shit hit the fan. It was taken in front of the University that she had just graduated from. Standing to her left was her mother. She had on a beautiful blue dress with silver lining around the neck and arms. Her eyes were red and puffy because she had just finished crying after seeing her daughter graduate. She had a watery smile on her face. On her right, Korra's father had his arm wrapped around her waist and a huge smile on his face. He was dressed in a crisp clean blue suit complimented with a yellow tie. He had a proud look on his regal face. Then in the middle stood Korra herself, lifting her degree and smiled a face splitting smile. She had on a navy blue gown along with a navy blue hat. She had worked so hard to get to that point and she finally had something to show for it. She was beyond proud. It was that happiest and greatest moment of her life. She was ecstatic.

Korra sniffled and felt tears welling in her eyes. This time, she didn't even bother trying to hide them. She let them fall and splash right onto the photo as she thought of her family getting torn apart. Her mother had died in the early days of the Outbreak, probably about a month into the madness. Korra had wanted to save her, she had a chance to save her!

But her father wouldn't let her.

Her father...Korra took a shaky breath. Her and her father had been separated about...a month ago? Maybe two? Korra had lost count of the days but that didn't mean that she still didn't think about it everyday. She still what her father had instructed her to do before they had been broken apart.

"Korra!" Her father yelled over gunfire. "Stay down!"

"I am down!" Korra shouted back.

"Damn it...okay. Honey, listen, he's what you're going to do. I'm going to cover you and you are going to run. You are going to run back to our hide out."

"What? No, Dad! I'm not leaving you!"

"You have to! I can give you time to get out of here."

"I'm not leaving without you!"

"Korra you have to! Just listen. When I go to shoot, run back to the hide out and stay there. Stay there until I come back. If I'm not back in two days, leave."

"Leave? You want me to just leave?!"

"Yes! Don't come looking for me. I will find you,"

"How?"

"I always find you. Please, baby girl, please just go."

"Dad..." Korra felt tears fall down her face.

"I will find you." Her father had promised. "Okay?"

"...okay...I love you."

"I love you too. Now get ready. One...two...three!"

Korra began to cry more violently. She quieted the noise she was making. She didn't need any Creepers creeping up on her. She had disobeyed her father's instructions and went back to where everything had went down. She saw so many bodies. Some were completely dead, others had been walking around, reanimated and ready to feast. She hadn't seen her father's body. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was beyond Korra but knowing her father, he had gotten out. He always did. But still, it had been too long since Korra had last seen him and in this world, who knows?

He was most likely dead.

Stop it. He's fine. You know it, the world knows it, even people who don't know you know it.

So why didn't she believe it?

Korra rubbed her eyes and began to wipe away her tears. There was no sense in crying. Especially not out here in the open where even the slightest noise would have a pack of Creepers pounce of you and rip the flesh from your bones. Korra hated Creepers so much. Dead, reanimated corpses. They all varied in shapes, sizes, scariness, but if they all had something in common, it was they way they smelled. You could usually smell them before you could hear them and if you smelled one, then you needed to get out of the area quickly. If you didn't, it was it for you. One bite was all it took. Even they tiniest of scratches would do you in. And despite the fact that they were slow as hell, they traveled in packs and were vicious. If one got you, your were basically dead. Gone. One of them.

Korra wanted to avoid being one of them.

When her tears finally went away, Korra began to put everything back into her backpack, starting with the photo, making sure to stuff it as deep in her pack as possible. She zipped up her pack and pushed it to the side. She began to take inventory again, but this time, of her weapons. She first pulled out her gun from its holster on the right side of her belt. She examined it. A glock 17. Nothing fancy but it got the job done. Korra unloaded the clip and checked the ammo. Six bullets. Korra shrugged. No reason to reload since it wasn't empty yet. She returned it back to its home on her belt. She began to make sure she still had all of her knives. The knife on her belt was still by her side. It was basically her go to knife. Something to get the job done quickly, quietly, and efficiently. She stuck her hand into her left pocket and pulled out a black and green army Swiss knife. She had found it when she had accidently impaled herself on it. She put it back and shifted her position until she was sitting in sort of a crisscross position, except the bottom of her boots were touching. She stuck her hand into the boots and felt around until both of her hands felt the knives that her boots had been harboring. Her father had taught her about that. If she was ever interrogated and took her weapons, they would never find the ones hidden in her boots. She pulled her hands back. Using her right hand, she reached across her back and pulled out her machete. It was her prime go to weapon when she didn't have a gun. Korra examined it. The hilt was a dusty brown color, possibly due to the fact that the color was staring to fade. The actual knife, however, was streaked with dried blood. Korra cringed. She remembered exactly how that blood had gotten there. It had been a few hours since the incident and Korra hadn't gotten a chance to clean it yet. She would have to soon. She put the machete back into the strap on her back.

Once all of her weapons were accounted for, Korra put her legs out in front of her, placed her hands on her knees, and lent forward to stretch her aching back. She heard a few pops. She leaned back and began to crack her knuckles. She began to stretch her arms. Korra looked out to the right again. The sun was getting lower. Shit, how long had she been sitting here? Too long. Grabbing her backpack, Korra stood up slowly, as her legs were still sore from that long run. She put the back on her back and let out a grunt. She needed to find shelter.

She walked, cautious to keep it slow as to listen for Creeper but not too slow to where she would be walking around long after night had fallen. She picked up her pace just a little bit, also being aware of each step she made. She hated how quiet and cautious she had to be but that was one of the rules of this new world. She now understood what people meant when they said 'slow and steady wins the race.'

It wasn't long before she gotten out of the forest and onto a long, deserted road. It was littered with leaves, so every step Korra made, there was a scary crunching noise sounding from her boots. But she walked along it anyway. It was getting dark fast and Korra wanted to be able to tell her left from her right. She walked down the road until she spotted a run down, two story house. She began her trip towards it. From a distance, it looked okay, but as Korra got closer, she could tell just how bad it was. The wood was rotting, the windows were smashed and it probably smelled awful. Like something her dog, Naga would leave after she had finished using the world as her bathroom...

Korra sighed at the thought of Naga, her best friend. She didn't dwell too much on it. She had cried enough tears for one day. She kept going until she stood on the porch of the house. Pulling out her gun, Korra opened the door slowly with a soft creek. She knocked on the door frame a couple of times and waited. Nothing. Slowly, Korra walked in, closing the door behind her, and then raising up her gun. She made sure to check each area thoroughly. Nothing in the kitchen. Literally nothing. There wasn't anything in the cabinets or in the refrigerator. There wasn't even a sink. She checked the bathroom. There was no toilet. Opening the medicine cabinets, she found an almost empty bottle of aspirin. She took it and placed it in her pocket. Something told her that she was going to be needing it to calm the headache that she knew that she was going to get later. She walked into the dining room. Nothing but an expensive looking table and a couple of chairs. Going into the living room, she saw a long, worn out couch, a few pictures, a smashed coffee table and a broken TV. Korra walked up to one of the pictures that were hanging on the wall. had multiple pictures in one frame actually. One of the photos showed a woman with brown hair and blue eyes and a man with black hair and green eyes. They were both smiling down at the baby that was in a bundle of blankets in the mother's arms. Korra couldn't tell if the baby was a boy or a girl but it had the father's black hair and the mother's blue eyes. Another picture showed the same people, just older. They were having a cook out, due to the fact that there was a grill in the picture. The man had a plate of hamburgers in his hands and the child, who now Korra knew was a boy, was captured running with a hotdog in his hand. The mother was just sitting in a lawn chair and smiling. They all looked happy, not giving a single care to the world around them

When was the last time Korra felt happy?

Stop it. Korra thought. This wasn't the time to get sad or wishful. She was playing the hand that she had been dealt. All she had to wonder is if this hand allowed her to survive.

She walked away from the pictures and walked towards the stairs that were in the corner of the room. She stared up into the dark void above her. She was debating whether or not to go up there. She placed on hand on the steps and knocked loudly on it. And waited. She heard nothing but the sound of her breathing. Good, she was alone. Korra decided to wait until the morning to check out the upstairs. Right now, her eyes were starting to sting every time she blinked. She was tired. She had been up since the crack of dawn. She deserved to be tired. She made her way to the couch. Taking off her pack and machete, she leaned both of them against the couch before flopping down on it. Her boots remained on her feet along with the rest of her clothes. She didn't want to take them off. What if she needed to get up and leave at a moment's notice. She very well couldn't fight off Creepers or other people in the nude. That would be embarrassing.

Despite the tiredness she felt, Korra didn't fall asleep yet. She had too many thoughts running around in her head, not allowing her to rest, even if it was just for a few hours. Rolling over onto her back, she stared up at the dark ceiling. She saw random shapes dance before her eyes.

Korra had once wondered if there was a place, any place out there, where she would finally feel safe. She wondered when she wouldn't have to fight anymore. She wondered if she would ever stop running, stop killing, stop surviving...

And start living.

Korra doubted that though. Everyone was either dead and walking around as one of them of alive and killing each other.

There's my happy thought of the day. Korra chided herself.

She turned over onto her side and shut her eyes.

It only felt like it had been a few seconds before Korra had been woken up by the sounds of gunshots.

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