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Note from the Author: Welcome to Walkers Unlimited

When they say the end of the world is near, you never take those people seriously. The world was supposed to end so many times before, so what made this so different? The difference was, the world actually ended, and there was nothing anyone, could do about it. Now everyone is living and breathing an apocalypse. The first day, there were the non-believers. They marched straight up to the dead, saying this was a hoax, before they too became part of that very "hoax." Day two, the News was in a panic, and so was every cop in every city. Looting began, despite the order to stay inside, that the dead were walking in the streets, and that if you were bit, you too would be apart of the walking dead. People panicked, flooding to the stores to get groceries for the beginning of the end. People killed each other in the streets over food, only to become food for the dead. Mass chaos. By day four, everything seemed to be going in one direction. That direction was, Earth was a dumpster fire, and there was no one to put it out this time.

[Georgia, 1 Week After first infection]

The streets were already littered with trash. Cars were abandoned everywhere in the panic. If there were people left, they were hopefully the smart ones that stayed in their houses and boarded them up. Or they were smart ones, that knew how to handle the end of the world without panic.

One of those people was a girl. A girl that had endured more than she could possibly handle for a teenager, but now, as an adult, she was fearless, and smart. Her name. Bella Swan.

Bella sat in a chair, pulled up at the window of a house in a subdivision she was squatting in. She was just passing through, but she had friends in this area, and was hopeful that she would come across them here. She looked through the scope on her sniper rifle she grabbed from lockup. She was a deputy with the sheriff's department, newly transferred after one of the cops were shot in the line of duty. She wasn't used to small town life anymore. She lived most of her adult life in Atlanta. She decided to become a cop like her dad, and well, that's what she's done with her life. Her dad was still in Washington, or at least she hoped he was. She lost all contact the third day. Last she talked to her dad, he was trying to get to Georgia to her, despite her warnings.

Now, she just wanted to survive, and hopefully find others that were trying to survive as well. She looked through her scope again, seeing someone dressed in the uniform from her station stumble in the streets. She saw him walk into one house, opening the door like he owned the place, and she was curious. He didn't look so good, but she would watch for him if he came out of the house alive.

When he emerged, he looked around, and then sat on the steps and it looked like he was crying. She pulled her gun back, slinging it onto her back, and then she went downstairs, picking up a crowbar. She opened the front door, and she went outside, walking across the street, and the rushed a walker as it went towards the man, and she nailed him in the head.

The man was startled by her presence, and he got to his feet, staggering. "W-ho?"

"Come with me." Bella said quickly, and then she started back to the house she was squatting in, and she swung the crowbar a couple times to take out the couple zombies lingering. Once inside, she shut and locked the door and barricaded it with the wooden two-by-four that she kept there to make sure the door was secure. She turned and looked at him. "Are you bit?" She got to study him now. His hair was dark, a little long on top, and his eyes were a brilliant blue. His face had some scruff from not shaving in a week she gathered. He was taller than she was, and she could see the blood seeping out on his side.

The man shook his head. "No." He said, swallowing, taking in the sight of the woman in front of him. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her dark eyes were like little milk chocolates. She wore a white tank top that had dirt covered on it, and khaki cargo pants. She wore combat boots from the look of it, and she had a sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. She was shorter than him, by at least six inches.

"You're wearing the station uniform. Who are you?"

"Deputy Sheriff Rick Grimes." He managed.

Bella nodded. "You're the guy I replaced when you got shot. How's the gunshot?"

Rick blinked a few times. "Wait…. what happened?"

"You were shot in the line of duty. You've been in a coma for a few weeks. Your side is bleeding. Let me look at it before it gets infected."

Rick looked down at his side. It was bleeding now. He nodded and sat down mechanically, and he let her fix him up. She shrugged his khaki uniform top off and she eased his shirt over his head, and she inspected the shoulder. Her hands were cool against the heat of his skin, and it felt good. He sighed a little at the relief.

"Hmm. Yeah, it's a bit tender and red. You popped a couple stitches, but it's not so deep. We can just patch it up, and the bleeding should stop on its own. I'll irrigate this, make sure it's clean." She said and then disappeared into the kitchen and returned with first aid supplies. "Hold still, and be quiet, this will sting." She said, and then poured the alcohol over the wound.

Rick grit his teeth, closing his eyes as it stung, and somehow shot some radiating pain into his shoulder, but it subsided after a few moments and she was cleaning his wound thoroughly, before putting more bandage on it. "Thanks." His Georgian accent was clearer now.

Bella nodded. "Of course. I'm Bella Swan." She introduced.

Rick nodded. "How long has…this been going on?"

"Hmm. A week."

"Is this everywhere or just Georgia?"

"Hate to break it to you. But it's the entire world. You're in the end of the world right now. All that is left, is to survive." She said, and then helped him get his shirt back on.

Rick swallowed, and tears came to his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You had a wife and a son, right?" Bella recalled hearing Rick's partner talk about it.

"Yeah. I just hope they're safe. You knew Shane?"

"Shane…your partner. Yeah, briefly. I transferred in, and then boom, this happened. I wasn't assigned a partner yet, so I answered calls alone. I come from Atlanta." She explained.

Rick shook his head. "How could this just…happen."

"Not sure. I just know that the military couldn't even stop it from happening. So here we are." She said.

"Why are you hanging around a neighborhood?"

"Seeing if some friends I know happen to be alive. But…it seems like you're the only living thing that I've seen since everything well to hell in a handbasket." Bella said and then offered a small smile. "Hey. Now you're not alone, and neither am I."

Rick wasn't sure what to say or do. "Do you think there's a safe place?"

Bella shrugged. "Not sure anywhere is really safe anymore. Walkers are everywhere."

"Walkers?"

"Yeah, it's what I call the dead. They just walk."

Rick nodded. That made sense. "So…what now."

"Now we survive Rick." Bella said and patted him on his good shoulder. "I'll get you something to eat and drink." She said and disappeared back in the kitchen. She found a can of beans and a bottle of water. She opened the can with the hand can opener on the counter and grabbed a spoon and brought it to him. "I know it's not five-star, but it's protein." She said.

"Thank you." He said and took the beans from her. He wasn't sure if he would have survived if she hadn't stumbled across him. He was just going to wallow in despair over not finding his wife or son in his house. He knew that things were wrong with the world, as he just dodged around the walkers that filled the streets. At least they weren't very fast, but he felt like it could become overwhelming if there were a lot of them. He didn't realize how hungry he was, and he ate the beans quickly, and drank down the water.

Bella watched him. "I can't promise you'll ever see your family again."

Rick looked at her, and he could tell that she was sincere. She was younger than him by the looks of it. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven." Bella supplied. "How old are you?"

"Thirty-nine." Rick said and looked around. "Do you have family?"

"Yeah, a dad. He's in Washington. Well, he was headed my way when this all started. I told him to stay put, but dad's…. they don't listen." She was lighthearted about it, but she had to be. She couldn't think about all the bad things, or that her dad could be a walker right now, or possibly killed by others. "He's a cop too."

"Following in his footsteps?"

"Yup." Bella said and then she opened a bottle of water for herself and took a drink.

"What about your mom?" Rick asked.

Bella shrugged. "Don't know. She left when I was like six or so. I don't remember her much. I'm an only child, I have no children or other attachments, so." She shrugged again. "But I want to survive this shit hole, and I assume you do too."

Rick nodded. "Yeah. I want to find my family."

"Keep holding on to that hope." Bella said with a nod. "That'll keep you going." She said. "Get rest. We're leaving in the morning. Want to get away from the city."

"You don't think they could have gone to Atlanta?"

"Not a chance. It's overrun in the city. You want to steer clear from cities, especially large cities. Bigger pop means more walkers." Bella explained.

Rick hadn't thought about that. "Right."

"Hey, we're partners now. We'll get through this." Bella said and offered another smile. "I've got watch, so sleep when you can." She said and then she disappeared up the stairs, to take her post.