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Chapter One
-Five Months Later In Atlanta-
"Sam?!" Devin screamed, throwing the door to the apartment he shared with his sister, the sound of the door hitting the wall was so loud the entire building probably heard it. The bathroom door burst open and Sam stood there, her hair soaking wet and her clothes had been quickly thrown on. Sighing with relief, Devin walked up and hugged her.
She pushed him off her lightly and dried her hair with a towel, "What is it?" she asked, concerned for her little brother. Devin looked at her shocked she didn't know.
"Don't you watch TV?" he asked walking over to the small television sitting on the island in the kitchen, "It's been on every single channel since this morning." he turned it on, and flicked between a few channels, all showing the same frantic news story. Settling on one, Sam walked over and sat down in front of the TV, still confused. The broadcast began with a terrified woman, speaking quickly about 'The end of the world' and 'the dead coming back to life'.
"If you're in Atlanta," the woman said, looking on the verge of tears, "stay-" she choked out. "Stay put." with a shaky sigh, she started over, "It'll be safe there," then, she looked directly at the camera, "at least for a while." the screen went black and cut to a short picture montage of the walker filled streets from all over the world.
Devin, ran a hand down his face, reached forward and turned the TV off, then turned to his sister, who looked speechless. "I don't-" she stuttered, combing a hand through her hair.
"We can't stay here," Devin said, running up to their hall closet and pulling out two empty black travel bags, and smaller brown one, probably filled with hand guns. "We've got to go," he repeated, when she didn't move, "Sam!" he exclaimed, and her head snapped towards him, and he gestured to the two bags. Sighing she walked over to him and picked one of them up. "Pack only the stuff you need," he told her before turning and running into his room, right across from her own.
Swinging open her closet doors she quickly threw all the things she'd normally take with her if she was going on a camping trip, including a few of her favourite books in case she got bored one day. Devin knocked on her door, his bag swung over his left shoulder.
"Come on," he said, picking her bag up off the floor, and handing it out to her when she stood up, "We've got to move fast," he explained, before turning and walking out of her room, looking over his left shoulder to make sure she was following him, and they both exited the room.
They both assumed it would be the last time they'd be there, so they were slow to close the door, but sighed when they did and then made their way out of the building. Lucky for them, they were on the first floor so the only stairs they had to go down were the ones leading to the parking garage. Finding their car was not hard, many of the people living the same building had evacuated this morning, so all the cars except for there's and a few completely trashed cars all which had crashed into the concrete walls. Their car was parked almost directly in the center, and they were forced to pass at least three of the other cars, which all had dead - or undead bodies in them.
Stopping for a moment, Sam looked inside one of the cars with all of the windows smashed. Poking her head in she looked for anything useful, not noticing the walker in the back seat.
Devin, having noticed Sam's absence from behind him turned, and spotted her by the car, and immediately noticed the walker in the backseat. "Sam!" he exclaimed, running forward, pulling a gun out from the small brown bag and dropping it and the other black one. Just as the walker was about to grab her he shot it right between the eyes. A lucky shot, considering he'd always been shit with guns, they both had.
With a yelp, Sam grabbed the small gun she had found in the car and stood up straight. She turned back to him, her eyes wide.
"Come on!" Devin yelled, waiting for her to catch up before they both turned and ran to the car. After getting in Devin was quick to drive away, but when they exited the parking lot at least ten to fifteen walkers were coming from the street, having heard the gunshot.
-One Week Later-
It had been a week since Devin and Sam had left their apartment, and into the town, expecting to find somewhere that would be so much safer, but all they found was walker infested streets and empty stores. They'd decided to bunker down in one of the clothing stores that they'd barred off from the walkers and had easy access to the rooftops. The two of them had moved twice, from a building two streets over, to a building across the street, each time being forced to move by the walkers. They had been alone in the clothing store for about a day and a half now, but they knew they couldn't stay there long, every time they looked outside a walker would pass by, and it wasn't long till they noticed them.
Sam was looking around the store, trying to find anything that could be of use to them, but started getting distracted by all the brand name clothes hanging on the racks. Devin was sat up on the counter where the cash register once was, reading some magazine to keep his mind off everything. With both of them distracted they didn't notice the group of six enter through the back of the store, until one of them knocks over a clothing rack.
Sam spins around and Devin jumps off the counter, pointing his gun at no one in particular but straight at the group, and they're met with the same thing, yet at least four more guns. Before asking the asking the group who they were or if they were bitten, Sam asks, "How'd you get in?"
The group exchanges glances with one another, before the Asian man speaks up. "The back door just around the corner." he replies, pointing.
Sam nods to her brother, and he puts his gun down by his side, "Did you make sure it was closed?" she asks, the man directly, who nods.
"Yeah," he says, "We're not stupid."
Sam moves her hair from out of her face, and sighs, turning to her brother who asks, "Who are you?" Again, the group exchange glances, and they go to reply when they hear a series of gunshots from outside. "Is that one of yours?" Devin asks, his voice angry, when they tell him no he runs outside and to the street, and four of them, including the Asian man follows after.
Sam stays with the two women from the group, who sit down against the wall of the store, while Sam sits on the counter where Devin had been sitting, and listens to the blonde woman mutter curses that whoever is firing their gun outside is going to get them killed, and the black woman nod in agreement.
"Who are you, then?" Sam asks, trying to make some conversation. They look up, and when no one speaks, she sighs, "I'm Samantha, or... Sam, if you want."
The blonde woman nods and stands up, "I recognize you from somewhere," she says, eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out where she'd seen her before. Sam's eyes go wide for a moment before shrugging.
"I guess I just have one of those faces." she says, looking down, uncomfortable from the two sets of eyes now on her.
The two women exchange glances again, and the other woman stands up and walks over to Sam. "I'm Jacqui," she says, "nice to meet you."
Sam nods and looks to other woman, "Andrea," she says, looking around the store, "You been here long?"
"We've been in Atlanta for a week, but here? No. Only about a day and a half."she shrugs jumping down from the counter, "What about you guys?"
"Just outside of the city, actually. There's more of us there." Andrea answers, nodding.
"Is it safe?"
"For now."
Sam nods, and the room is silent for a while, as they wait for the group to come back. After about five minutes they heard the group come in from the side doors, except one of the men, but Sam didn't pay it any attention. As soon as Andrea, Jacqui, and Sam come in, Devin walks over to her and whispers the names of the members of group, and she whispers back the other two he didn't know.
Noticing the with his back turned to them, the one who'd been out in the streets and was now the reason the walkers had began walking towards the glass windows. "Who's that?" she asks.
"Rick," Devin whispers, "He's a cop." he says, and she goes to get a better glimpse of him but is cut off by Andrea sticking her gun in his face. Sam is pulled back by her brother and they stand behind Rick.
"You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you." She says angrily, pushing him up aginst some boxes.
"Just chill out, Andrea." Morales says, stepping closer to her. "Back off."
"Come on," Jacqui agrees. "Ease up."
"Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole." Andrea said, not giving up, snickering Sam shook her head.
Rick looked over at her when he heard her laugh, his eyes widened, he recognized her, when she felt his gaze she looked up two, her eyes equally as wide. He was one of the officers who had chased her through King County five months ago. With one final look they both tore their gaze from each other, Sam looked up at Devin mouthing 'him', and he knew what she meant. Rick turned back to the gun pointed at his face.
"Andrea, I said back the hell off." Morales says, no one noticing the exchange between Sam and Rick. When Andrea refused he sighed, "Well, pull the trigger." he says, and Andrea backs up and puts her gun down by her side.
"We're dead... All of us... Because of you." she says, almost on the verge of tears.
"I don't understand." Rick says, standing up straight, and Moral pushes him through the corridors back towards the store, to show him the walkers all trying to get in.
"Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies. You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral." Morales sighs.
"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds." T-Dog explains further.
"You just rang the dinner bell." Andrea shakes her head.
"Get the picture now?" Morales asks, when the growling of the walkers becomes louder, and the glass on the doors starts to shatter.
"Oh god." Andrea cries, and they all run to the back end of the store. "What the hell were you doing out there anyway?"
"Trying to flag the helicopter." Rick says, almost embarrassed, and if the situation had been different Sam would've laughed but instead she shook her hand looked up at Devin, who shrugged.
"Helicopter?" Sam questions, and Rick looks over at her, obviously knowing who she and her brother were, he gave them a suspicious look at made a mental note to be careful around her and her brother, knowing they were dangerous.
"Man, that's crap. Ain't no damn helicopter." T-Dog comments.
"You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things. It happens." Jacqui adds.
"I saw it." Rick insists.
Sighing Morales turns to T-Dog, "Hey, T-Dog, try that C.B. Can you contact the others/"
"Others? The refugee center?" asks Rick.
"Yeah, the refugee center." Jacqui says sarcastically. "They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us." she shakes her head as T-Dog tries to get in contact with some other survivors but get no signal.
"Got no signal." He says, "Maybe the roof."
Above, on the roof, they hear a gun being fired.
"Oh no. Is that Dixon?" Andrea asks.
"Come on, let's go." Glenn says and they all turn and run up to the roof.
I don't really want these to be too long so each episode will be broken down into three parts at the most, and I'll probably cut the seasons into different stories but I haven't decided yet. If you have any questions please ask!
I might not update until the weekend, but I'm not sure yet. I know I said I'd get into detail with their back story in chapter one but I think it's going to have to wait till Sam and Devin meet Shane and are able to talk to Rick.
Please tell me of any grammar/spelling mistakes or if anything doesn't make sense, it'd be greatly appreciated.
Thank you to Happy Face J for reviewing the Prologue!
-Chelsea