Surviving the Bite
by Starsinger
We meet Alicia and Stephanie. Both bitten, both still alive and not sick. We get hints of the community that they now live in. Don't own the Walking Dead. Never really thought I'd be writing a fanfic on it.
A horrible, searing pain ripped through my upper my arm as my own mother sank her teeth into my arm. I stared at her horribly disfigured face as my friend came up behind her and stabbed her through the head. What had been my mother toppled over, twitching. My brother had bitten my friend, Stephanie, my name is Alicia. Yes, I say is Alicia. We locked up the house, our wounds burning and our bodies beginning to rebel, and into my room. There were double beds in there, my mother's idea.
I looked at her, "See you on the other side," I whispered. We knew would die, no one survived the bite. We watched our families fall one by one, we didn't even bother to try and dress the wounds. Infection was the least of our problems.
The fever was horrible. I felt my very bones would shake apart. I could hear the moans of the Walkers outside my window. I knew they waited for more of the living, I also knew we would soon join them. I could only hope someone would take a bullet to us before we did too much damage. Hours and days merged together as I felt my body ravaged by the virus. I prayed for death, anything to end the horrible pain.
Then, one day, I awoke, and all I felt was thirst. I crawled out of bed and found Stephanie in the bathroom bolting down water from the sink. I joined her. I had been a hefty 250 pounds at the beginning, I had lost a lot of weight. We looked at each other and I heard her say, "I'm hungry."
We opened the bedroom door and the smell of my mother's and brother's corpses hit us. We dragged them outside where we got the second shock of the day. A walker went right past us, ignoring us completely. They treated us as one their own. I shrugged and continued. We went back into the house and hunted through the canned goods. The electricity had been out for who knows how long and we didn't trust the food in the refrigerator.
We left. We found a little electric car, our neighbor was an eco-freak and travelled to a local grocery store. We filled back packs with canned goods, and tried our best to ignore the stench of rotting meat and decaying vegetables around us. We even grabbed some pitcher filters, knowing we would need them to strain the water after we boiled it. We headed for a gun shop and loaded up with weapons. We also found bow and arrows, swearing to learn how to use them, they made less noise.
We made our way out of town, stopping only to pick up a small, yellow kitten who was being chased by Walkers. The kids were the worst, they never stood a chance from the adults who could reach them. We occasionally drove by walkers, but we never saw the living that first day. We stayed in the car to sleep and fed the kitten from our own stores as we made our way. A prison loomed before us, we avoided it, it looked oppressive. We also picked up another kid who had also survived a bite, but had been harassed by guards there. Their precious Governor ordered the shooting of all who had been bitten. One guard took pity on us and gave us directions to another camp. This one was run by someone only known as "The Lady." She took in anyone. As we approached the location, all we saw were giant trees rising up from behind an equally huge metal wall.
