This doesn't take part in the Walking dead universe, though this fic is largely inspired by it, It does have a few differences.
CHAPTER 1: LIVING A DEAD WORLD PART 1 OF 6
It was a dark and gloomy day in the south east streets of Union City. For some it was very fitting given its current state. For others it just added to its grim state. For one person in particular it was the former, looking through her apartment’s window blinds, eyeing the quiet and dead streets like a hawk, she looked out for the slightest hint of life.
“Quiet day today it seems.” She whispered to himself.
She then shut the blinds and laid down on her stain covered bed, and placed two fingers on her forehead as she pondered on what to do to pass time. After nearly five minutes she eventually came to the conclusion to read a newspaper that was lying down on her small desk besides her.
“Ehhh may as well do, not like I have anything else to pass the time.”
The newspaper was wrinkled and partly torn like it was months old, the front page had the following headline.
PATIENT DECLARED DEAD RISES AND ATTACKS DOCTORS.
Patient Con Johnson from Glendale who was admitted to hospital on May 15 was declared dead yesterday; shortly thereafter he attacked a nearby doctor and was quickly restrained. However upon closer inspection it was discovered he was in fact still dead. Doctors are baffled as to how…. continue on page 3
“Should have just shot him right there.” she remarked before throwing the paper across the floor “Oh fuck this, there's gotta be something better to do.”.
She looked around her room that was nothing but a filth ridden mess. Soda cans, tin cans, plates with food that was close to rotting were scattered around. “Maybe I could…. nah, maybe tomorrow.”
She then eyed her fridge for a while before getting off her bed. She opened it and saw all that was left in it was an almost empty bottle of whiskey.
“God damnit I must have drank more than I thought…. well bottoms up.”
After grabbing the bottle she then looked at a picture of herself with her brother right beside her which was hanging from the wall. “Cheers.”
Before she could even take a shot her attention was diverted to the sounds of a woman screaming and begging for help. She hurried to window and saw woman running while being followed by a large mob, as she screamed for someone to help the woman merely just watched.
“Keep it down you stupid bitch, you’re only going to get yourself…” she whispered.
There was then the loud banging sound of a rifle followed quickly by the woman falling to the ground as blood flowed out of her chest onto the pavement.
As she tried to drag herself to safety the woman observing just watched as the mob descended on her. She struggled to get them off but it was in vain, her screams of agony didn’t last long as the mob sunk their teeth into her flesh and started to tear and devour it.
The woman just sighed at the sight, she wasn’t surprised or horrified at what just happened. Instead she got back to what she was previously doing and drank what was left in her bottle and rested it on desk.
After a while of tapping her foot on the ground she looked around before deciding to go to bathroom and look at herself through her cupboard mirror, seeing her hazel eyes, light brown hair, lightly freckled and faintly scarred face one being a cross on her forehead and small silver ear piercing on her left ear. She tried to tug at her own hair to see if it was long enough to pull and barely managed to. She then opened the cupboard and took out a comb and pair of scissors. She trimmed her hair till she could no longer pull it then put her stuff away.
Once that was done she could hear her stomach growling. Knowing there was nothing left to eat she debated in her head whether she should risk going outside or wait till tomorrow with a mob just outside. With boredom seriously getting to her, she decided to play it dangerous.
“Fuck it I’m not staying here all day.”
She went to her door and grabbed her backpack, a holster with a Manning AS pistol inside of it and an ice axe beside it. She grabbed a map of the city from her bag and laid it out on the bed. A part of the map in a section of the City called Alton there was a building surrounded by a green circle while other buildings close by were covered with red circles. On the upper right of it was a key showing red meant either salvaged or unsalvageable and green was the apartment she was in, or ‘home’ as it was written down, another key with a grey line and the letters STFO next to it, the only part in grey was the entirety of a section directly southwest called West Bricks.
“Mmmm, I don’t plan on going far…. I haven’t tried the Newtown east supermarket yet. Ya, that sounds ideal” she thought out loud as she eyed a place, directly northeast on map.
After putting the map back inside, she took a quick glance at the window to see the mob was starting to drift apart. “I’ll wait another hour before going anywhere.”
Once an hour had passed she readied her weapon and opened the door to the apartment's hallway, as her footsteps caused the floorboards to crek she could hear weak mourns coming from downstairs. “I thought I…”
As she cautiously went down the wooden stairs, to the ground floor she saw a decayed man in clothes half torn wandering and looking around aimlessly. She whistled very quietly to get his attention from the bottom step, as he turned she could see his face was suffering an extreme case of necrosis, one of his eyes was missing and his lower jaw was partly damaged.
As he drifted towards her she told him to “Hurry up sweet cheeks” tauntingly.
Once he finally got close enough, she struck him in the head with one swift blow. After waiting a while to see if the sound of impalement attracted more attention she grabbed him by shirt and lowered his body against the wall before removing her axe.
Now that the minor threat was dealt with, she put her back against the wall and slowly sidestepped till she could get a peep of the outside. As she saw the front door was wide open she realised she’d forgotten to lock it and silently cursed her forgetfulness. Looking outside she saw the crowd of decaying flesh cravers was too close for comfort to leave the door open, not willing to risk being seen she tried to use her axe as an extension of her arm. Ever so slightly she pushed the door with the adze part making sure to not make a slight sound. Once she finally managed to shut the door, she grabbed her keyring from her pocket and locked door, leaving only the clicking of the lock to possibly get attention.
After a quick sigh of relief she looked at the reception desk.
“Back door it is” she muttered
After going around the desk and through a narrow hallway, she was at the backdoor. After a brief check to see that there was no one around, both on the ground and watching from buildings, she went outside. Before her was a building in ruin and to her right was a seemingly deserted street littered with rubble, bodies and wreckage.
“Time to finally get something to eat.”
After a quick sigh he announced today was “Just another day in purgatory.” before she began to head north.
Keeping herself close to the building, she watched the streets to west and saw there wasn’t much activity, however once she got to corner of the building she saw the walking dead were far too numerous for her to make a run for it unnoticed. Some of the corpses were also shaking like they had a lot of built up energy, which for her was a bad sign.
“Not good, not good.”
While she was desperate enough to risk slow moving bodies chasing her, potential runners was another story. She bit his lower lip as she tried to figure out a way to get to the supermarket. She looked at the wreckage ahead of her and then to south. With no alleyways to use her only two option were either to run straight ahead and risk the half dead horde seeing her or climb the destroyed building and risk a different kind of danger.
“Starvation, eaten or bullet to head… which sounds better?” she pondered.
After a shrug she ran straight for the rubble, ducking the moment she reached it. As she slowly climbed the ruined remains of the building she kept taking brief glances east to make sure she wasn’t within sight. Once she reached the top he laid flat down her belly on what remained of a floor.
Right in front of her was a large motel surrounded by a fence. Cars were scattered around road just outside the parking lot and past them was a barricade made out of large blue containers with sandbags on top of them lined across the middle. Directly north of them was a wooden watchtower. After some looking around she saw that no one was around.
Keeping her body low, she crawl across what little of the wreckage she could and waited till person in watchtower wasn’t looking. Once she had the chance she got to her knees and sidestepped down the ruins then quickly ran to a bus that was tipped onto its side. After a quick look south she ran across the road into the parking lot.
As she stuck to the fence she saw across the parking lot were multiple bodies some still others walking. Even though they were heading towards her she paid them no mind. She went around the back of the motel and saw the ruins of a campsite. The tents were ripped apart and at least five dead bodies could be seen, One was still standing and it was coming for her quickly but not quick enough as it had to drag its left leg that looked to have been shot.
“Guess they gave you a ‘chance’ ” she guessed, noticing a distinct lack of injures.
With no hesitation she went and brought her axe down on the lone half dead wander’s head. She again looked behind to watch the buildings to see if someone was watching. After she kicked it away, she searched its body for anything useful but all she found was a cross scar on its forehead almost identical to one she had.
“Yep, I was right.”
She then checked what remained of the campsite. All the bodies there were badly chewed up and rotten and it seemed everything they had was taken. They all had one thing in common however; a bullet hole in each of their heads.
Knowing what likely happened she felt disgusted “Kill all but one then force last one to turn, typical of her. Fucked up bitch she is. Wonder when this happened. Poor bastards. One day I'll...”
Her stomach then growled and reminded her why she went out in first place.
"Right, now's not time to get distracted. Those bastards could be anywhere." She reminded herself.
Using a part of the northern fence that was destroyed she got back into the streets and To her relief there wasn’t any undead being close by so she the opportunity to run north into Newtown East.
Ignoring the few dead walking the streets, she quickly ran to the back of a police station that was directly northwest of her apartment, using the cover of destruction to conceal herself from the deceased, while this seemed needlessly risky, she feared the threat that could potentially see on the streets from above even more. Once she was around the station she saw a sight that caused her to hesitate; a rotten still moving body hanging from a streetlamp just outside the station’s entrance and another not too far away. It wasn’t what she was seeing that made her stop, but what it was to someone else.
“All this time and I never knew they were this close.” She whispered to herself.
She slowly moved closer to the road, keeping a close eye on the hanging bodies, as she knew if they noticed her she would have very unpleasant company follow. Keeping her body low she creeped to the road ahead, keeping a close watch on the rooftops as she did. Once on road she went watching her footing so she didn’t make the slightest noise.
Once she was finally out of harm's way, she could see the back of the supermarket she had put herself in high risk just to get to.
“All this just to get a bite to eat.” she muttered to herself irritated before heading straight to it.