a/n- Here's chapter three! Please enjoy!

Ash, Gary, Samuel, and Misty began to run into the city. They had just escaped the large mass of dead bodies, and were being led by Misty through the foggy streets.

"Where exactly is this place?" Gary asked.

"It's not too much farther from- look out!" Misty screamed as more corpses began to chase after appeared from behind a corner. There were too many of them for four people to take on, so the smartest choice was to run. The four of them took out their knives and began to run down the street. They ran as fast as they could, but not fast enough. A corpse grabbed Gary by the arm and attempted to bite into his neck. Gary quickly put a knife through the corpses head. He looked over it's shoulder and found a crossbow strung across its back. He quickly ripped it off and began carrying it, taking a mental note that there were only three arrows in the quiver, and it would be dumb to waste ammo now.

The group of four ran into an alley, where a teenager

Ash, Gary, Samuel, and Misty all walked in front of a large building.

"My sisters and I have held up here since the outbreak started." Misty said. "It's been fairly safe. Nothing has gotten through those doors."

"We can't thank you enough." Samuel replied.

"It's you I should be thanking. Ash saved my life." Misty said, as Ash smiled at the red head.

Misty opened the door to the large building and walked in. Ash, Gary, and Samuel soon followed as they walked down a narrow hallway. The building looked like it used to have been an aquarium of some kind. After about thirty seconds of walking down the corridors, the group of four came to a door. Misty pushed it open, which revealed three girls.

"Misty, like, where have you been?" One of them asked.

"We've been, like, totally worried!" The second one scolded.

"I'm sorry! I was out fishing and a horde of those…things came and attacked me. If it hadn't been for these people…I'd be dead." Misty said, pointing to Ash, Gary, and Samuel. "Anyways, this is the rest of our group. We've all survived here." Misty began. She pointed at a tall teenager around the same age as Ash and Gary. He had spiky hair, and narrow eyes. "This is Brock. We've counted on him to make runs for supplies."

"Nice to meet you guys." Brock said.

"Hey."

"Pleasure."

"…"

"And this is Tracey." Misty said, pointing to a teen with long black hair, with a red head band tucked below it.

"Hey…" He said looking down.

"And this is Paul." Misty said pointing to a nineteen year old that had a crossbow strapped over his back. He had short, spiky purple hair (his hair will grow out as the apocalypse goes on, don't worry).

All they got out of him was a grunt.

"We actually have a camp outside of Viridian. It's a tad small, but we've survived there. It's on a hilltop, so we don't see many of those things."

"You look like you've been through a lot." Samuel said.

"Yeah, we have." Brock replied. "There used to be about twenty of us. Most of them were my siblings…but they…turned…into those…things."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Samuel said. "By the way. Scientists have decided to use the term walkers to describe what those things are."

"Walkers, hmm…. Kind of a cool name. Not like it really matters anymore, but whatever." Leaf said.

Samuel laughed. "Tell me about it. Even a three year old could have come up with a better name for them. But after a while, walkers sort of stuck."

Brock chuckled. "It's just kind of funny that the world all of a sudden went to shit in a couple weeks. I mean, where's the government? Aren't they supposed to be helping us?"

Samuel exhaled. "I heard that most of the government officials were either killed or they… killed themselves."

"What a shame." Tracey said.

"Mhm." Samuel nodded, barely making a sound.

There was a silence. But a mass of groans soon broke it.

"Oh shit…" Ash said as he stood up and grabbed his knife.

"What do we do?" Misty turned to Brock.

"From the sound of it there's too many of them…. We need to leave, now!" Brock exclaimed.

"But, we've been safe here! How could those walkers get inside?" Tracey asked.

"No time to think about it now!" Ash bellowed. "We gotta go! You don't have time to gather supplies. All we can do is run!"

The group wasted no time in quickly navigating themselves to the exits. Ash, Paul, and Gary dashed down a hallway.

"Gah!" Ash screamed as a walker jumped out of nowhere and tried to bite him. The walker pushed Ash against a wall, and opened its mouth to take a bite out of Ash's arm. It looked like the end, but all of a sudden a bolt shot through the walker's eye, almost hitting Ash in the face. Ash pushed the corpse off of him and saw Paul holding his crossbow.

"Thanks." Ash nodded.

All Paul did was grunt in return.

They slowly crept their way out of the building, and made it to safety. But some were too slow….

"What happened to the other two?" Misty asked her sister, fearing what she was about to say.

"Misty…I saw them get bit. They were pulled down and I couldn't… I couldn't save them." Her sister replied.

Misty began tearing up, but then noticed something on her sister's shoulder.

"Violet…what is that on your shoulder?" Misty asked.

"Oh…one of the walkers just scratched me. Don't worry, it's not a bite."

"Oh, thank God!" Misty said.

Samuel and Gary gave her an uneasy look, to which Ash noticed.

"What's the matter?" Ash whispered.

Samuel let out a deep breath, and then whispered back. "Scratches from a walker have the same effect as a bite."

"Oh my God…" Ash said.

"Come on guys!" Brock said, pointing to a horde of walkers.

The group ran to down the street, killing a few walkers along the way. Soon they came to a tall building, which they entered and quickly entered, hoping to get to higher ground. However, they made sure to raid the place. Ash found a long machete attached to a dead walker. They walked up to the roof and settled in.

"Tracey, you take watch." Misty said.

"Misty…There's something I need to tell you." Samuel said approaching the girl.

"What is it?"

"Scratches are the same as bites. Your sister doesn't have much time."

"Wha-what?" Misty stammered.

"Holy shit!" Brock screamed as he saw Violet collapse. "Someone needs to help her."

Samuel began to respond. "Brock, a-"

"A scratch is just as bad as a bite." Paul said, interrupting Samuel. Most of the people in the group gasped, as they realized Violet's fate. "Don't you people know nothin'?" Paul spat. "Someone needs to put this girl out of her misery." Paul pointed his crossbow at Violet's head, but was pushed out of the way by Misty.

"I'll do it!" Misty volunteered, tears streaming down her face. "Ash, I need that." She pointed to his machete. Ash handed it to her, and she walked over to Violet's corpse. Violet's eyes opened, to reveal slimy, empty green ones. But those weren't her eyes, they were a walker's eyes. "Violet, I love you." Misty put the machete through Violet's head, getting her blood on her yellow shirt, and pulled the sharp blade out. Misty fell to the ground and began to whimper. How could the world come to this? Tears fell on to her lap, as she began to sob. She buried her face into her hands and let the tears leak from her eyes. Memories of her sisters and her playing make-believe in their back yard came back to her. Memories of birthdays, holidays, and weekends all came back to her at once. And she realized at that moment, she'd never see any of them again. The tears continued to fall, until she felt a hand place itself on her shoulder. She turned around to see the brown-eyed raven haired boy she'd met the day before. She gripped his hand and wouldn't let go. She fell on to his lap, and laid there crying.

Ash had never been through anything like this before, except for his mom. He just gripped Misty tight and let her cry. It would take time. After all, he still wasn't over his mother. He still wanted utter vengeance upon the world, and for what it had done to him…for what it had done to his mother…for what it had done to Misty….

Ash felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Gary handing him a handkerchief. Ash took it from Gary's hand and nodded. He gave the handkerchief to Misty. Misty quickly grabbed it and began to wipe it across her tear stained eyes. She stood up from Ash's lap, and gave Gary his handkerchief back.

"Thanks." She said.

"No prob." Gary said with a comforting smile.

She turned to her sister's dead body, and leaned into her thigh. She lifted up the corpse's shirt, which revealed a Python revolver. She pulled out the holster, and the gun, and held it out for Ash to take.

"What are you doing?" Ash asked.

"I want you to have it." Misty said. "Please."

Ash took the gun and put it on his belt. "Thank you."

Misty nodded.

"GUYS!" Tracey said. Everyone turned their attention to the direction of Tracey's scream and saw walkers stumbling through the door to the roof.

"Oh, shit!" Ash said, as he grabbed his machete from Misty. Paul grabbed his crossbow, and Brock, Red, and Tracey grabbed their knives as Leaf got into a fighting stance.

Ash pushed his machete through a walker's head, chopping it in two, as Paul shot a bolt through one of the walker's skulls. Brock, Red, and Tracey continued to ambush the walker's with their knives. Leaf and Misty both lured walkers over to the ledge of the roof, where they would push them off.

By the time they were done, each of them was covered in blood.

"Shit…" Brock muttered, whipping the blood off of himself.

"What are we gonna do?" Gary asked. "We're sitting ducks up here. If we stay any longer we'll get torn apart."

Ash looked at Gary. "I have any idea… but you probably won't like it…"

"What is it?" Gary asked.

"…" Ash walked over to one of the walkers they had recently killed. He unsheathed his machete and cut open it's stomach, causing the rest of the group to gag. He put his hands into the walker's body, covering them with guts. He slowly removed the walker's insides and covered himself with them.

"Ash! What are you doing?" Misty yelled.

"Oh, I get it." Gary said. "We cover ourselves in guts to blend in with the walkers…"

"Exactly." Ash said.

"Ew… I don't want to." Leaf said.

"Yeah, me neither." Brock said as he began to vomit at the sight of so much blood and guts.

"If you don't, we'll die." Ash stated seriously. "Now come on, we need more guts…" He stuck his hands further into the walker's body, in search of more organs.

Brock, Gary, and Red began hacking away at different bodies, and putting blood on to themselves. Soon, everyone else did the same thing, and they made their way down to the street. They began to walk down the streets, trying their best to avoid walkers. If a walker did pass by them, it wasn't a problem, seeing that they blended in with their disguises.

"This way you guys, to that hilltop. Is that where your camp is?" Ash whispered.

Misty nodded, continuing to shuffle in her blood soaked clothing.

All seemed like it was going smoothly for them, until Mother Nature decided to torture them. It began to rain. Their disguises started to drip off, and soon walkers started to notice that they were human.

"Shit… what do we do?" Misty whispered.

"Run." Ash said, sternly. Ash and Misty took off with the rest of the group, slaughtering moving corpses along the way.

"Guys!" Brock yelled. I see a van in that parking lot! I can hot wire it! If we do we'll have a better chance of getting away!"

The group sprinted towards the parking lot Brock had pointed to, and ran up to a big black van.

"Alright, let's get in." Misty said.

"Misty wait!" Brock yelled. But, it was too late. By the time Misty opened the door two walkers came out. She didn't have time to reach for her knife as the walkers attacked her and nailed her to the ground. The first walker opened up its mouth and shoved his teeth on to the orange-haired girl. BLAM! The walker was shot. Misty didn't have time to find out who her savior was as the second walker jumped at her. She quickly pulled her knife out but saw a bolt go through the walker's head. She turned her head and saw Paul, still holding his crossbow. And beside him, was Gary, who had shot the first walker.

"What the hell are you doin'?" Paul scolded. "You coulda gotten somebody killed, you bitch!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Ash said softly, but sternly, as he pushed Paul back from Misty. "We killed the walkers, now drop it."

"Whatever." Paul rolled his eyes, slinging his crossbow over his back.

"Dick…" Misty said to herself as she brushed herself off.

"You okay?" Gary asked.

"Yeah…" Misty said. "Never better."

All of a sudden they heard the engine start.

"Done!" Brock called, half laughing. The group piled into the van, and drove away from the city, leaving the two dead walkers behind.

A/N- Thanks for reading!
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PS- If you're wondering, yes. I did borrow some of The Walking Dead storyline.