I apologize for the short chapter, but hopefully you enjoy!
Nervous with rising anxiety, Jane gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles white as blood smeared on her hands. Eyes glancing around constantly, Jane took in the ruined town, her heart dropping. She didn't see a lot of zombies, but she saw once clean cars splattered with blood, an occasional infected chasing an unfortunate soul. And the thing that hurt the most was that she knew these people. They were her friends, the very people that welcomed her into town when she first arrived, helped her fend off Jesse, took her fishing, showed her the Thousand Islands...
Jane's eyes involuntary watered as she thought about Rolins. They started to become close, and eventually formed a relationship. Some of their friends encouraged it, while others were simply against it. Thinking back, Jane had no idea what had attracted her to Rolins, but somehow he made her love him.
Jane thought to their wedding, and how her friends had almost ruined the whole affair. Troy and Leroy-the head game warden and his son-insisted that Jane ride a horse down the isle(which was outside). The problem? Jane didn't know how to ride a horse, and the idea was scratched when Jane was bucked off and injured her leg.
Jane briefly glanced back to see that Sarah had busied herself by looking through the photo albums. It appeared that she was looking at the wedding photos.
Jane couldn't help but smile. On her wedding day, Jane walked down the isle with her leg in a splint, Ian Kazan-the father of Sheriff Rain Kazan-walking with her. Troy, Leroy, Bill, Darl, Ian, Rain, Caplin, Blakely, Dover...they were all there despite their differences. They were there for their friends. And despite Caplin going to the wedding drunk and passing out, Rain spazzing over the slightest mishap, Darl nearly decorating their new siding with shotgun shells, Rolins being thrown into the lake and Jane being in a leg splint, it was the best day of her life. She loved these people with all her heart, and now her very heart was breaking.
"Fucking asshole..." Jane cursed softly, regretting even letting her husband get out of the car. She should have fought harder. She should have made him get back in.
Tears began to fall down the woman's face and blur her vision. For all she knew her husband was dead, and her child would never see her father again.
The radio pierced to life constantly, Jane hearing the panicked voices of her friends-whom were largely the whole police force thanks to her husband.
"Jesus Christ! These things are everywhere!"
"Shit! Requesting back up on Route 41! Nearby units please assist! Please!"
"Shi-officer down! Officer down! Off-ahhhhhhh!"
Jane flinched violently as the static and piercing screams hit her ears. Completely stopping the car, Jane covered her ears and began to sob, Sarah beginning to sob as well. The screams scared her.
"God damn it! I can't. I can't..." Jane sobbed quietly, wiping the tears from her face, eyes red rimmed as she looked at the little girl in the mirror.
"Oh, don't worry, baby girl. Mommy will keep you safe from the monsters." Jane cooed, voice suddenly soft and comforting as she pressed her hand on the separating glass and smiled gently.
Sarah sniffled in her crying, looking at her mother with tear stained cheeks.
"That's my girl." Jane smiled sadly upon seeing the girl quiet her cries and nod at her mother.
Jane turned around and sighed deeply, closing her eyes to regain her senses. She could see several zombies stumbling towards them, and it caused her heart to quicken in fear.
Getting the car out of park, Jane drove down the road before crossing a small intersection, barely hearing the roar of an engine before being slammed into the side by a truck. The last thing Jane remembered was losing control before smalling into a telephone pole, knocking it down before everything went dark.
"...fuckin'..asshole...watch where y..."
"Shut...fuck up...pick...up..."
Jane groaned as her eyes gently fluttered open, blood trickling down her brow. People? She heard people...what happened?
Jane's eyes fully snapped open as she remembered the crash, her blood going cold.
"Sarah!" Jane cried, struggling to get out of the cruiser as the woman looked in the back only to find no one there.
Jane struggled to open the door only to find it jammed, the whole side of the cruiser dented in, the woman unable to see through the smoke of the engine.
"Fuck! Sarah!" Jane screamed, crying in pain as she ripped her leg free from it's metal prison and climbed to the passenger seat, opening the door and falling out in a heap.
Ignoring the blood that ran down her leg and the stains in the car and street, Jane stumbled to her feet and looked around wildly. She barely noticed the three men that were
crowded around the tipped truck, money and drugs scattered about the street.
Jane's eyes scanned the area wildly, settling on a small body laying lifeless on a clean cut yard.
"Sarah? Sarah!" Jane shrieked, running towards the girl as she swiftly kneeled next to her.
"Sarah? Sarah, honey, are you okay?" Jane asked, voice quavering with worry as she gently nudged the girl.
"Sarah? Sarah, are you okay? Mommy's here, honey, it's okay." Jane cooed, worry rising within her like a raging flood as the girl lay prone.
Jane flinched as she heard a gunshot, glancing towards the men to see that they were fending off some zombies that were drawn to the sounds of the crash.
Gently pushing the girl on her back, Jane's heart dropped as she saw the blood that trickled from the corner of Sarah's mouth.
"Oh, God! Oh, no! Help! Help, my daughter's hurt!" Jane cried, picking up the girl as she struggled to rise, looking wildly as the men glanced in her direction, as did several walkers.
"Oswald, shut that bitch up!" A large man ordered, the man Jane presumed that was Oswald on the group glanced up, but continued to pick up the medication bottles scattered about.
"I ain't doing shit. You hit that fuckin' cruiser, asshole." The man replied, giving the large man the finger before being pulled up to his feet roughly by the larger man who pointed a gun at his temple.
"You cock off to me again, little brother, I'll make sure it's the last thing you do." The man muttered, the smaller man unphased by the threat. Even if he was, Jane couldn't see over the black helmet, glasses and odd mask.
"Put that gun in my fucking face again and I'll rip you other god damn eye out." Oswald growled lowly, voice calm as the man pushed him away towards the mother and daughter. It was then that Jane realized the man had no left eye, and in it's place was flesh over the eye socket and a horrifying scar that seemed to go across more than half his face.
"Thou shalt not use the Lord's name in vain." The man growled, and smacked his brother with the butt of his pistol, the man grunting as he stumbled, but quickly regained his balance.
"Asshole." Oswald muttered quietly to himself, jogging towards Jane before slowing his pace, aiming his pistol at the pair.
"You bit?" The man asked, ignoring the gun shots from his allies as several zombies dropped down. Jane clenched her jaw in rage.
"Does it look like we were fucking bit?! Watch where you're driving, you fucking dick!" Jane roared, Oswald shaking his gun at her before lowering it.
"Oh, bitch got fangs! Daaaamn, girl! Excuse me for being a dick. What? You want to me to stand here and look good for you? You can suck my dick while you're on your knees, sugar." Oswald snarled, pointing the pistol to his crotch.
"Just help my little girl!" Jane screamed so shrilly several zombies locked onto her position like a heat seeking missel.
"Shhhh! Okay, okay, big mama! Just shut yer trap! Christ, sorry." Oswald apologized, holding his hands up as he ran towards the woman and crouched next to her.
"Can you get up? How's your leg?"
"I'm fine. She...she's not responding! I-I don't know what to do!"
"Take it easy, mama. Easy, easy." Oswald spoke, grunting as he pulled the woman to her feet, Sarah dangling in her arms.
Turning, Oswald shot the nearest zombie that approached them and sprinted towards the ruined van, Jane struggling to follow.
"C'mon, mama! Keep up!" Oswald called, turning around as he heard Jane scream, a zombie shambling after her.
Jane nearly fell in her panic, crying before hearing a bullet fly past her head and impact the creature chasing her.
"Woo! I'm on fire, baby!" Oswald cheered, swiftly ejecting his clip, the sounds of the bullet shells resonating on the asphalt as they hit the ground.
"Cutter, we have to go!" The third man cried, Jane staying close to the man she knew as Oswald, who kept her in his sight and shot at any zombies that got within fifth teen feet.
"Lion's right, brother! Gotta cut and run!" Oswald called over the fray, pushing Jane behind him as he put his pistol against the temple of an infected and fired.
"Lions, you got the bag?" Cutter asked, Lions nodding in response as he held a large duffle bag full of money and medication, the rest having been blown away from the wind.
"Go, go!" Cutter ordered, sprinting in the direction of the fewest zombies as he broke through the lines.
"Go, mama, go!" Oswald ordered, pushing Jane to move before grabbing her arm and dragging her through the small group, letting go once they broke through as Lions covered them.
The group ran as Jane began to falter, nearly tripping as the undead gave chase.
"C'mon, mama! Keep up!" Oswald yelled, slowing his pace.
"I-I can't! Take her! Take her!" Jane pleaded, hearing a loud groan from an undead that sent a chill down her spine. Before the man could protest, he found the girl in his arms.
"Lions! Give me the bag!" Cutter ordered, Lions grunting as he threw the bag at the larger man, Cutter grunting as he caught it.
"Thank you. Now can you do something else for me?"
"What?"
"Die." Cutter stated, and in one fluid motion pulled out his pistol and fired it into the man's leg, Lions crying out in pain as he fell to the ground.
"Oh, my God!" Jane gasped, skidding to a halt as she reached the bleeding man, yelping as she was grabbed by Oswald.
"Necessary sacrifice, mama! Cutter just saved your life! Go!" The man screamed, his stride easily outpacing Jane's as the sound of his boots heavily hitting the street echoed in Jane's ears like a heartbeat.
Jane looked behind her as she heard the man cry for help, Lions trying to crawl away as the horde quickly surrounded him. Jane instinctively ran faster as she heard the blood curling screams fill the air as they swarmed on their target. She didn't dare look back as they ripped the very flesh from his bones, intestines being ripped out and blood running like a river.
I'm not sure which Walking Dead characters will come in yet, but when they do it may be Rick's group from Season 1, possibly early to mid Season 2. Not sure, but if you have any opinions feel free to leave a review or message me.