The Walking Dead (Fan-Fiction)

CHAPTER ONE

The closer I got the more walkers I came across. I swiftly took care of them, but with the rate they were popping up, I'd have to stop soon and re-think my mission. My objective was to get to the grocery store and get some supplies, but the hordes of walkers around were making that difficult. I had been all around this town, which was relatively quiet, but all the walkers seemed to be lured here by something.

Then I heard gunshots, lots of them, and screaming.

Dammit!

I inched closer and got a good look at the situation. A group of about eight or nine people was hunched around the side of the supermarket. There were close to four men at the front attacking the walkers, trying to create a path to escape, but they were being overrun. The women and a small boy huddled screaming, their eyes darting for an escape, but it was useless. This would be their end for sure. There were hundreds of walkers and certainly not enough bullets to do the job. Hell, some of them didn’t even have guns, just axes; one guy had an impressive looking crossbow that I instantly wanted.

I had to decide quickly, help them out? Maybe earn myself some company, or leave them for fate to decide? Such a hard choice. I was just one person after all. A girl at that. But even I knew I could do some serious damage here, certainly save their lives. Still it was a risk, one I didn’t like to take.

After a while, I began to turn around, if I were lucky the walkers heading this way to join the feast wouldn’t notice me. Then I heard the little boys whimper. I gave him one last look. So small, probably about 10 or 11. My heart broke when I thought about him dying, being eaten alive. That was no way to die. Then I get a better look at the woman whose clutching him to her side. Even from here, I can tell she’s heavily pregnant.

Letting out an annoyed groan at my stupidity I charged over to the group and began inflicting damage.

I pulled out my machine gun and wasted no time killing the walkers surrounding the group. The first one, which was about a meter away from the group, dropped dead to the ground, then the rest started following. I could see walkers further away starting to recognize me as a meal and started jogging their way over. I turned the machine gun on them and efficiently dealt with them. I threw my gun towards the group and saw a man wearing a sheriff uniform catch it. He along with the rest of the group was staring at me wide eyed. Probably embarrassed that a 17 year old just saved their asses. Yeah that’s right I'm a badass.

Whipping out an axe of my own, I began hacking at the walkers. I wasn’t getting overrun just yet, as the walkers were more focused on the group that myself, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d need a gun again.

I heard the gun I gave to the sheriff start going off so I continued hacking away, actually having some fun.

I'll admit, at first the thought of killing a walker terrified me. After all one slip-up and I was done for, but I quickly learnt to see the fun in it.

I couldn’t help but smirk as I knocked the head clean of an unsuspecting walker. Ha-ha sucker.

By that stage, I had reached the group and the remaining walkers were coming strong. I shoved my axe back into my belt and pulled out my semi-automatic pistol, blasting the fuckers away.

Now that the car park was almost completely cleared, we started running. Surely, the gunshots would have notified the remaining walkers in the town of our presence and I couldn’t stand here all day and waste bullets. The group bolted into an impressive looking campervan and I followed. Somebody jumped into the driver’s seat and took off immediately. The cabin was silent as everyone tried to get their breaths back and take in what had just happened. Then something clicked and their eyes turned to me in a questioning gaze.