Glory & Gore(ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

*This story was originally posted in 2014. I took the story down for personal reasons. I have republished with no immediate plans to continue. These chapters are unedited. However, this story was one of my favorites to write, along with Revenants(also taken down and republished). I'd like to one day finish them up since I did have a bunch of ideas for them both that might have ended with sequels.* *Also, I under no circumstances claim The Walking Dead as my own. I merely used it for creative purposes. All credit goes to Robert Kirkman and the developers for the show(s).*

Chapter 1:

Being alone wasn't something that really bothered me. All my life I always liked to just be alone to think. Now?  It wasn't something I really liked because I constantly have to look over my shoulder to see if I have a geek trying to take a bite out of me. It would be nice to have someone who could watch my back and someone for me to be able to watch. Being alone makes you think and not of all the rainbows and unicorns. This world has changed. The only thing you can think of is if you're going to survive until tomorrow.

When the outbreak happened, all I could think of was my sister, brother-in-law and my nephew. I didn't see them for months. My job was tedious and demanding. I couldn't just pack up and leave without abandoning those who counted on me. Granted, my family counted on me too. I had a duty to them to just visit them but my job was a little more important to me. I was a workaholic and it prevented me from doing the right thing and seeing my family. Now it was too late.

I guess the good thing about being a workaholic and wanting to be alone all the time let me just accept the fact that I really was alone. I didn't have to try and wrap my head around it. I just went with it. In a world overrun with the dead trying to get a taste of your flesh and the living out to hurt you just to survive, being alone can be a bittersweet thing.

Right now?

Running for my life with a few geeks chasing me, it was a very bitter thing.

I could hear the moans and growls coming from behind me. I didn't risk looking back. I've seen all the movies. They look behind them, they lose their footing, they trip, and they die. I didn't want to die today.

In front of me I could see a security booth and a bunch of sandbags. Dead bodies of both walkers and humans littered the ground. Some were dressed in civilian clothing, others in soldiers' uniforms. The smell was horrible. The few geeks behind me already smelled horrible, and it was now intensified tenfold. Sucking in a deep breath I increased my running speed. I was full on sprinting towards a closing metal door. About two feet from the ground, closing in fast, I dove. I heard the slamming of the door down on the ground and then the pounding from the outside a few seconds later. I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had closed them in the first place. Looking around I noticed a group of people in front of me. I couldn't tell who they were. There was a mix of men, women, and kids. We were in what looked like a lobby. I didn't know where this was. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.

A man in a hat and what looks like a sheriff's uniform was calling out to anyone. None of them noticed me as he continued to call out 'hello'. I heard a gun cock and turned my head to the sound. A man stood there, point a gun in front of himself. He was a little ways away from us.

"Anybody infected?!"

"One in our group was...he didn't make it." The man with the sheriff's uniform said. His voice sounded oddly familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man said.

"A chance."

"That's askin' an awful lot these days." The man slowly stepped closer to the sheriff and the group in front of me.