The Dead Will Walk

by Creepypasta Goddess

This does not follow the Walking Dead storyline. It just takes place at the same time and situation. I am just 16 years old. When all this shit happened, I was the most normal child you would ever meet. I had the "In" clothes, the best friends, and the occasional boy issue.But The Outbreak has changed me, for the worse or for the better, I'm not sure. I own no one but my OC's

3. Before The Storm

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"Wake up. Do you want to be late for school?", scolded a voice as I shifted in my covers. Reluctantly I squinted my eyes, and saw my mother staring down at me with a tired look.

"Yeah, yeah Mom. Gimme a dang second to wake up, Jesus." I grumbled as I sat up on my bed, rubbing my eyes.

" *Eye Roll* Just hurry up, Bell. Fourty minutes."

"Whatever.", I replied, not really caring. I heaved myself off the bed, and stretched my arms before opening up my window. Light flooded in to the spacious room, causing me to rub my eyes and groan. I slunk towards my closet door and ungraciously sling it open. I gazed inside, trying to find an outfit that would look cute enough to impress the other girls. I picked out a short red skirt that came up to my thighs and a thin white tank top, I put on a pair of black and red converses. After I got changed I looked at the clock. 'Shoot! Only 20 minutes left!'

I sprinted to the bathroom and nearly gasped at my rat's nest of hair. I scrambled for my hairbrush and painstakingly ripped out the tangles. '15 minutes left!' I thought as I shoved my toothbrush into my mouth and grabbed the curling iron. After another 5 minutes of multi-tasking, I looked into the mirror and scoped out my appearance. My chocolate brown hair fell almost perfectly over my shoulders, stopping right below my neck. My deep brown, doe like eyes seemed to shine. My lightly tanned skin had a light glow against the white of the tank top.

After another few second of staring, I picked up my pink lipstick and my mascara. Lightly dabbing at my features and whatnot. Once I was done I glanced back at the mirror. 'Perfect.' I thought as I smiled. I ran to the living room and snagged my backpack and phone. Mom peered out of the hallway and her nonchalant look turned to one of stern dissaproval.

"Where the hell do you think youre going in that?"

"What?"

"Don't 'What', me. You can't wear that to school. That skirt comes up way to high on your legs!

"Mom, chill out! My god, you can't just leave me alone, can you?"

"Jesus christ, Bell! You know what? Fine, go out there and look ridiculous. But I'll tell you this", she stomped towards me and snatched up my phone,"You can just kiss this goodbye until you start acting right."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

"Like hell I can't."

"That's not fair! I wish you would just leave forever!" I yelled as I swung open the door and slammed it on my way out. I scowled and walked to the bus stop.

AN::::::: Hey everyone! Okay, for the next couple of chapters, it is pretty much going to be one great big flashback. From before the outbreak and after. So...yeah. o3o