I took some of the original dialouges from the show, and will probably do so in the future. Also I have taken some of the dialouges into another context or left things out since adding my own character changed some situations a little.

Hopeless. Hopeless and numb were what I felt the most. At one point we had been caged in between hordes of the undead with no sense of direction, no connection to the other units. Normally a situation like that wouldn't have bothered us so much, but we were up against an enemy we knew nothing about and had no idea how to fight effectively. The ones that were bitten and could be retrieved eventually developed a fever and died. If only they had stayed dead…
It was hard putting a bullet in someone's head after you spent days fighting with them side by side. It was even harder if it was someone you served with before and even considered a friend. Communication had broken down first, leaving us with no idea if there were still units sent in or if there was to be any effort to get us out. Our numbers were slowly being numbered down, so we divided into smaller groups, each trying to survive on their own and somehow make it out of the city alive. As the days went by, we slowly lost hope.
The night the helicopters flew into Atlanta was by far the worst since this nightmare started. We heard the buzzing sound when they came in. At first we felt relieved, thinking they were getting us out. We thought wrong. Imagine our horror when they started dropping napalm onto the city grounds, burning everything alive and dead. I just couldn't forget the smell of the burning flesh, couldn't forget the screams, couldn't forget as Frank shoved me out of the way and was burned alive in my stead.
I had seen carnage, I had seen death but nothing quite like this.
Most of the time I felt numb, unable to process what was happening as the dead kept coming at us day and night. I lost track of time and had no idea if it had been days or weeks since we were dropped off in Atlanta.
We were five people in our new small group, trying to move during the day and stay put in the night. We soon came to realize most of our weapons were useless in the sense that they attracted too much attention. Searching the city we found other weapons - knives and axes and so on. While raiding an overrun military armory, we took the weapons we found useful and the ammunition. I found myself some ammo for my Glock, a compound bow along with some arrows and a sniper rifle with a silencer which I thought might come in handy. Before changing paths and becoming a paramedic, I had started sniper training but never finished. Still, I was not too bad at hitting my target. All in all, we tried to survive in the city, not sure if it was better to leave or if it was even worse on the outside. Not to mention that I was worried for my family, if they were still alive or dead or…worse.

Three days ago we lost two of our group, two cops who had been holding their ground up until then. And here I was, at the corner where a small diner used to be and waiting for Lou to catch up to me. We had heard a horse neighing and some gunshots. Since we were traveling light, I only had to throw the rifle back over my shoulder and grab my bow and nocked an arrow to be ready. My Glock was in my belt and the knives in my boots while Lou grabbed a machete he had obtained. We descended from our hideout back onto the streets and slowly made our way towards the noise, always covering each other's back. We had rounded the corner and stopped in our tracks. Near an abandoned tank had formed a huge crowd of the dead and more were gathering due to the loud noises. I tapped on Lou's shoulder and motioned towards the tank where we could see a man in a police uniform disappear while some of the dead were tearing apart the poor horse.
"We need to help him…"
"And how, Lou? Have you seen how many of them there are? I hate leaving him as much as you do, but what is the point in getting ourselves killed?" He dropped his shoulders and evidently felt as bad as I did. I hated it. Everything within me screamed that I needed to help but as I had stated, what was the point in running in half cocked and getting killed in the attempt of saving someone who was as good as dead. Something startled me. My eyes went wide.
"Lou, there in the alley across the tank. You see that person?"
"I'll be damned. There are other survivors." We looked at each other and decided it was worth the shot. We slowly made our way over, cutting down five of the dead in the process. We were almost there when suddenly the tank opened and police officer came out, killing the dead near the hatch before jumping down to the street. I instantly realized he was making his way over to the alley, firing at the dead and attracting more attention towards him.
I fired an arrow over his shoulder into the dead's skull that had come up behind him and kept running towards the alley. A scream behind me made my blood freeze. I cast a quick glance to the side and saw Lou had a dead one attached to his throat. He was done for. Without another thought, I turned and reached the alley at the same time the cop did.

"Whoa! Not dead!" The man I had seen earlier in the alley before we made a run for it stood there with his hands raised. He gave me a puzzled look, same as the cop, before shaking it off quickly. "Come on! Come on! Back here! Come on! Come on." He ran towards the back of the alley and started up a fire ladder. Both the cop and I followed suit. One of the dead tried grabbing my ankle when I started climbing up, so I brought the heel of my boot down into his face.
"Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass." I didn't really pay attention to the two men talking as we climbed the second ladder leading onto the top of the building. I looked back down, a little concerned about the amount of dead gathering beneath the ladder.
"Are you the one that barricaded the alley?" the cop asked the asian guy. Glenn, if I heard correctly, turned around to face us.
"Somebody did…I guess when the city got overrun. Whoever did it was thinking not many geeks would get through." he replied.
"Probably military…" Both looked at me and I walked past them shrugging my shoulders. "What? Some of us do more than just follow orders."
"What's her deal?" I heard them behind me as I made my way towards the far end of the rooftop to take a look onto the streets below us. The street was packed with the dead. Probably drawn in by the earlier screams of the horse and the gunshots fired.
"Hey, army girl!" I turned back around and followed them down another ladder that led down to a side alley. Reaching the bottom, Glenn pulled out a walkie-talkie. "I'm back. Got two guests and four geeks in the alley." He led us down another staircase towards a door through which two people clad in protective gear came out, charging at the two nearest dead with baseball bats. I wasted no time getting my bow ready and shot the one coming at me straight through the left eye. I pulled the arrow out and followed Rick, at least that was the name the cop gave us, and Glenn inside what seemed to have been a store of some sorts.
"Morales, let's go!" one of the guys in the gear shouted at the other and both followed close behind me. I heard a clicking sound and turned in time to see a blonde woman pointing a gun in the cops face.
"You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you." One of the men, Morales, and a black woman tried to calm the blonde down and get her to lower the gun.
"Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of…" Even if I didn't know the cop, I'd had about enough. I pulled out my Glock and put the barrel against her temple.
"Why don't you listen to your friends for one second? Lower. The. Gun. There is enough shit out there that is going to get us killed sooner or later, we don't need people turning on the living because they are getting anxious."

Everyone looked between me and the blonde, who was called Andrea, or at least the black woman had called her that. After another five seconds she finally lowered her gun and gave me a pissed-off look as I put the safety back on and put my gun away. Rick stated that he still didn't understand why Andrea was throwing such a tantrum and the other guy from the alley answered. "Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds."
"You just rang the dinner bell." Underlining her words, Morales pointed across the room. I looked to see a bunch of the dead banging on the glass doors leading outside, trying to get in and to us. I zoned out a little while the others were discussing why Rick had been out in the streets. It worried me a little how many of the walking corpses had gathered at the store's doors in the short amount of time. The doors wouldn't hold them off for forever. I had seen it before, and didn't intend to be here anymore when they eventually made their way through.

A distant gunshot pulled me from my thoughts and put an end to the discussion around me.
"Oh no. Is that Dixon?" Andrea huffed and I had a feeling I wouldn't like whoever this Dixon was. I followed the others up some stairs to the roof of the building. Once I caught sight of the man in question, who was holding a sniper rifle in his hands and taking shots at the dead on the street below, my previous thoughts were confirmed. He was a redneck and, judging by the rising conflict between him and the black guy from the alley, a racist and an asshole on top. He made some comments indicating he should be leading and everybody else was supposed to follow his orders since he was the man with the gun. I couldn't stand people like him. Before this whole apocalypse scenario, people like him had been at the bottom of the food chain. Outcasts and anarchists who thought themselves above everyone else, not serving any purpose in society. But now that society has broken down, people like him saw their chance to finally be on top of everyone else, no matter if they built their power on a pile of bodies.

I was once more pulled from my thoughts when suddenly Rick hit the redneck on the head and cuffed him to a thick pipe while he was still a little disoriented.
"Who the hell are you, man?!" he screamed in anger and pain at the former cop.
"Officer friendly. Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart." Dixon didn't seem to get the picture. He threw insults towards the cop until Rick pulled out his gun and repeated his words from earlier about having a gun.
"It's no use, Rick. I know people like him. Words of wisdom and sense won't take root with the likes of him. Just let it go." The redneck's eyes shot to me. He hadn't recognised me up until now since I had stayed back a little to just watch the conflict in front of me play out for a while until I decided what I was going to do.
"Look at that. Missy actin' all tough an' clever. Cut me loose and we might have some fun, sugar."
I gave him a disgusted glance. Things like that didn't affect me anymore. I had heard it all.
"You wouldn't even know what to do with a woman like me, Dixon." I just turned away from him and walked over to the edge of the roof where Andrea and the black woman were standing. I took a look over the ledge and wasn't surprised that the redneck's reckless shooting had attracted even more of the dead and the streets below started packing even more than before.
"Fucking idiot…"