Walking Dead: Reclaiming Life
Start of a new Walking Dead story, introducing the main character and their home life, anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Walking Dead or its characters.
Chapter 1
The trailer was rather messy, mostly clothes scattered around, but luckily it wasn't a health hazard, or anything untoward, just untidy. The sole occupant in the trailer was currently lying in the bed, tossing and turning, mumbling, her expression one of distress, even with her eyes closed. For the figure was female, sixteen years old and worryingly thin, she was noted by some of the less charitable girls at school to be 'flat' and have 'no curves', though this was a slight exaggeration, only slight.
"No!" The girl cried.
Watery blue eyes shot open as the girl jerked upwards, looking around wildly. There was nothing there. She shuddered and brushed some of the long blonde hair she had back off her forehead.
"Another nightmare." She mumbled sadly to herself.
She checked the clock and noted it was still too early. That didn't bother her, it gave her time.
Pulling back the blankets she swung her long, pale, skinny legs around and shakily stood up, gently making her way to the bathroom and turning on the shower. To her relief the hot water was still working and she quickly peeled off the oversized T-shirt she slept in and got in. She tried to use the shower not only to wash away the sweat, but the memory of said nightmare too.
'It was just a nightmare Lydia. That part of your life is over, this a new day and you just have to keep moving forward.' She told herself, before sighing. 'Move forward to what though.'
Shaking her head she finished her shower, turned off the water and got out, quickly drying herself. With there being no one else in the trailer, she didn't bother to use the towel to cover herself and simply left the bathroom, making a note to wash the towel and T-shirt when she got back. Finding and pulling on clean underwear she checked her limited wardrobe before pulling on her clothes for the day. Said clothing was a charcoal grey skirt that reached the middle of her thighs, although her legs were still covered with jet black hose, a pair of slightly scuffed black boots, a pale blue T-shirt and a worn denim jacket all made up her outfit. With a soft sigh, running her fingers through her hair the girl tried to convince herself today would be better.
She had to admit though, after what she'd endured from her own mother not even a year ago, she'd be hard pressed for things to get worse in her life. But now her mother was in jail and she was free from her, while her mother had stymied her education, amongst other things far worse, she had found out enough about emancipation to use it to free herself from any ties to her mother. She had no living relatives and refused to be part of the foster system, leading to her current situation.
Composing herself, Lydia remembered. 'It's all in the past and I need to focus on the present. I spent way too long thinking, I have to get to school.'
With that she checked her schoolbag, making sure she had everything and then slung it over shoulder before checking the fridge. She ruefully reflected that she'd need to go shopping after school for more food. Closing the fridge she headed out from the trailer and began the typical long walk to school. It was time to face another day.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.