You know the best thing about writing a Fanfiction? One, is that you can write whatever you want, anyway you want it. You create your own characters, you tell stories your own way, it's just awesome. Two, is that you can start the Fanfiction in the off season of the tv show, movie, book, whatever you're writing about, and not have to worry about following the plot line of the show. That is also amazing.
We walked down the street quietly, trying not to draw attention from zombies and humans alike.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Doc asked.
"I don't know." I admitted. "I'm just following him." I said pointing at Roger.
Roger paid us no attention as he walked ahead of us.
I pulled Doc backwards a little as we walked. "I don't trust him." I whispered.
Doc looked at Roger. "Why not?"
I tried to think about what to say. "I don't know. He just doesn't really seem like the trustworthy type." I said.
"He seems trustworthy to me." Doc said.
I was about to say that he wasn't, when Roger stopped in front of us.
"We should take a quick break." Roger said, taking his backpack off and sitting down.
We were in front of another apartment building on the corner of some street. The only light we had was the moon, so it was hard to see our surroundings, but I was pretty sure this was where we were at.
"I don't think we should stop at all." I said.
"Why not?" Roger asked, looking up at me.
"Because we have Scavengers following us, and if they catch us, they'll kill us." I said sharply.
Roger shrugged. "They might not."
"I appreciate the optimist inside of you, but I prefer not to take any chance during the apocalypse." I said.
Roger didn't answer me.
I sighed, but didn't sit down. Instead, I practiced using my new staff.
"Damn kid, you're good with that." Doc commented.
"Thanks. I use to baton twirl in middle school." I said. I continued spinning the staff in my hands.
I noticed that Roger was watching me carefully, so I put my staff down again.
"We should leave." I said.
Roger stood up. "Yeah, we probably should. We've taken a long enough break." He said.
We started walking again.
After a little while, we ran into a problem. People were talking up ahead of us, and they were walking towards us.
The three of us looked at each other, then hid.
I hid in the darkness between the two buildings next to us. It was the only place I could think of, plus, I could hear what they were saying.
"This is stupid. We shouldn't be raiding this town, there's clearly nobody here." One of them said.
"Just because we haven't found anybody yet, doesn't mean that there's nobody in this town." Someone else said.
"Yeah, well, I still don't think we should be here. Especially when we can't even find Roger." The other guy replied.
I sucked in my breath.
What do they want with Roger?
As they walked further away, I came out of hiding.
"Doc! Roger!" I whispered. No response.
I could feel panic rising in my chest. I had lost Doc, Roger was being hunted by Scavengers, and I was all alone in San Francisco. My worst nightmare come true.
I walked down the street quickly. I had to try and find Doc, and Roger as well, I guess.
"Doc!" I whispered quietly over and over again as I walked. It was no use. There was no response from anywhere, so I stopped calling out.
I turned another corner, and saw someone ahead. They were dragging someone else behind them.
I realized that the one walking was Roger. I was about to ask him what he was doing, when I realized that the person he was dragging was Doc.
I quietly followed him from far away. Far enough away that I could still see him, but that he couldn't see me.
As I followed, I tried not to think about what would happen to me if Roger noticed me following him.
They turned a corner, so I slowed down and waited a minute before turning the corner myself.
I watched Roger walk straight to towards the park at the end of the street. I could easily see him now, because the whole park was lit up with lights.
Roger walked up to the gates of the park and opened them. A bunch of other people came out, and started talking to Roger, while some other people took Doc from him. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I recognized this place; it was a Scavenger base of operation, or an SBOO for short.
I watched Roger and the other Scavengers walk into the park and close the gate behind them. I wasn't going to get in that way, so I would have to find a different way in.
I snuck around the outer wall of the park, trying to find a low part of the wall. When I found it, I quickly climbed over.
I had never seen an SBOO, but I had to say that I was disappointed in it.
There was a tank, and lights, and a patrol going around, but there was only one tent, in the center of the park. I had been expecting a bigger base, but this was pretty small.
I hid behind a bush and looked out.
Next to the tent, there was a big group of people. Some of them were Scavengers, but the others were tied up and had a gun to their heads. I couldn't see Doc anywhere though.
I suddenly realized that I was doing something very stupid right now. I had no plan, no help, not enough ammo to take out all of the Scavengers here, and no escape plan. If that wasn't stupid, then nothing was.
I heard a noise to my left, and turned to see what it was. Next to the wall, hidden in the shadows, there was someone else looking out at the tent. I couldn't tell who it was, and I didn't know if I wanted to find out.
I looked back at the tent. There were less Scavengers there now.
I looked around, trying to figure out where they had gone.
"Well well well." Someone said behind me.
I spun around and started to reach for my gun, but there was already a gun pointed at me.
"Don't even try it." Roger said.
Roger and a couple of Scavengers were standing in front of me.
I pulled my hand away from my gun and stood up.
"I have to say, you don't look very surprised to see me." Roger commented.
I smirked. "I followed you here while you were dragging Doc. I've gotten over my surprise." I told him.
"Well then, I guess there's no point in trying to tell you that I'm a good guy, and you just don't see it yet." Roger said.
"I guess not." I said.
"Anyways, hand me your gun, your staff, and your backpack." Roger said.
I pulled my gun out and handed it to him. Then I dropped my staff and backpack in front of him.
The staff hit one of the Scavengers hard in the leg, making him yelp in pain.
I smiled.
"You think that's funny?" He asked. He didn't wait for me to answer. Instead, he punched me hard in the stomach.
I fell onto the ground, holding my stomach in pain.
The Scavenger knelt down next to me and pointed his gun under my chin. "The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because Roger wants you alive." He told me.
I didn't say anything.
The Scavenger took his gun away from me, then hit me hard on the head. I passed out.
