Authors Note:
Ok, this will be the first ever story I'm posting, despite all the ones I have stored on multiple flash drives. I need to get a routine in my life to get my shit together and having goals I hope will help that. I want to post every week a chapter or two, and I'm really gonna need my readers help cause the more feedback I get the more motivated I'll be to post. Please, please leave comments and suggestions, can't promise I'll write it in but it would help me. Writing is my coping mechanism that I hope will help me get my shit together in life and I would really appreciate knowing that I have something that I do worth doing to keep me on track. And that's all for my self pity rant, I promise that the introduction summary may suck but I will be a little prideful and say I'm a good story writer not summary writer. Please enjoy and give me some feedback!
Opening Act: The Devil Came to Georgia
Isabella went on leave to get away from all the bombs, the hellacious combat, and miserable stench of death.
Her dark world brightened when her sister had greeted her at her terminal. Merrabeth had nearly knocked her sister over when she catapulted herself at the poor woman, luck had it though that her sister locked her feet in the ground keeping them from falling.
If Isabella could have chosen any moment in time to last forever it would have been then, watching her sister spring about with joy waiting until she could launch herself at her older sister with a smile more radiant than the sun. Her Shepard attempting to join the pile with wet kisses, finally making her crash to the ground in a dog pile of two dogs and younger sister crying with joy.
Then the world came crashing down upon them a few hours later.
It had happened while they were in Isabella's apartment. The Tv screen went to an emergency broadcast, telling everyone to remain in their homes or evacuate to a health center to contain an outbreak.
While Merrabeth panic on her couch, Isabella went to her room to her gun safe. She yanked out her two pistols and straps, then went for her front door bolting it shut and baring it with the nearby bookcase.
Isabella's German shepherd wouldn't takes his eyes from the door as Merrabeth's Belgian Mal cuddled protectively with his owner. Both dogs refused to settle for days afterwards.
The situation was under control for a few days, the girls watching from the mirror window at the chaos below from the skylight apartment. They had plenty of food and water to last weeks and enough ammunition to deter any unwanted guests that had been knocking on the door every once and a while.
Isabella found the knocking strange however as it usually consisted of scratching and moaning. The women didn't get much sleep due to the ruckus, neither did the dogs.
Everything went downhill when both girls where jolted awake to the sounds of bombs dropping.
Merrabeth cried as the building shook, Isabella doing her best to hold her close as they took refuge in the shower with their loyal companions. Praying one of those bombs wouldn't makes it mark on their building.
When the bombs stopped they came to a window of a city on fire. The sight made Merrabeth become histerical, revealing what would become a very dangerous problem in the future. She was pregnant.
Isabella did her best to calm her sister to a fitful sleep, bowing her head with a growing headache that their troubles would grow the longer they remained in the city. Food and water would be the least of their problems when people finally realized that things had gone to shit and started to get desperate.
Weeks of holding up in their fortress Isabella finally deemed it necessary to leave for supplies. They didn't have the necessary supplies to survive outside the city with what little she had in her apartment, her deployment belongings had not arrived yet when the world decided to go to shit.
And that's where to story begins of two sisters fighting to live with the walking dead.