[Currently Under Rewrite]
She was lost. She was alone. She was scared. She was surrounded by the dead.
Ashley Grant was thrown into the terrifying world of the dead walking the streets. All she wanted was to go to the grocery store but she ran into...
I wake up to the sound of something tapping my window. "No... No more..." I mumble, thinking its a tree branch hitting my bedroom window, and turning to look.
I open my eyes to see a man looking through the window of a car I am currently in.
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I scream and back away. I climb to the passenger seat, still staring at the man who holds a gun to my face through the window.
I remember the past couple of months. The biters roaming the streets. No more civilization. No more rules for anything.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" I scream at the man.
He lowers the gun and opens the car door. I freak out and quickly open this door. I fall out on my back and quickly back up.
He walks around the car with his hands up. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a cop." He says as he slowly puts his gun on the ground.
I just notice his sheriff hat and badge, along with his outfit. I shake my head. "There are no more cops. No one to get rid of the bad guys anymore because they become bad guys themselves. How can I trust you are any different?" I ask him with a small glare.
"I promise I'm not the bad guy. My name is Rick Grimes. I just woke up from a coma. I'm on my way to Atlanta. To find my wife and son." Rick explains.
I stand up and look at him. He doesn't look like he's lying. "What are their names?" I ask him.
He gives me a confused look. "Lori, and my son is Carl." He says.
"Lori and Carl. I'll remember the names. If I run into them, I'll tell them you are looking for them. Okay? Now, I have to go. I slept in late." I say as I make my way back to the car.
I shut the passenger side and walk to the drivers side. I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I shut the door and turn back to Rick.
"Watch out for the biters. I'm sure you ran into them by now. They're everywhere. Good luck." I say as I start walking down the street.
"Hey! Come with me!" He says as I turn back around to face him.
I shake my head. "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, you don't even know my name." I remind him.
"Well, what's your name?" He asks.
I chuckle. "Ashley. Ashley Grant. Call me Ash. It was nice to meet you Rick, but I still can't go with you." I say with a small smile.
"Why not? You'd be safer. Do you even have a gun? Or a knife?" He asks.
"Well, no... But I've made it this far without killing anything." I say to him.
"Please? We can find them together. Besides, there's a refugee camp in Atlanta. There'll be more survivors. Just like us." He says.
I think about it. It could all just be a lie. But, he looks like he really wants me to go with him. Like, he wants to protect me. But, I don't want anyone to protect me. I want to do the protecting for once. Maybe, I can keep Rick safe. And his family. That's it! That's what I'll do!
I look back up at him with a smile. "Okay. I'll go with you. But on one condition." I say to him as his smile only grew.
"What? What is it?" He asks.
"I get to protect you. I don't want you risking your life to save me, got it? I'm gonna be protecting you and your family when we find them. Do we have a deal?" I ask him.
He thinks about it a couple seconds. He nods his head. "How about we protect each other? Have each others backs?" He asks.
I think about that. Finally, I nod. "Alright. Deal." I say with a smile. He smiles back at me.
"Great! Let's go." He says and walks to a brown horse I just realized was there.
My smile gets bigger as I walk to the horse. I lift my hand up and glide it across the neck of the beautiful creature.
Rick holds his hand out for me as he sits on the saddle. I hesitantly grab his hand and he pulls me up with ease. I sit behind him and hold his waist so I don't fall off.
We walk down the street for a few hours. I am starting to get a headache and my brain has been feeling weird. But I'm sure its nothing.
"Ash?" Rick asks from in front of me.
"Yeah, Rick?" I ask as I tiredly lay my head on his shoulder.
"What happened to you? Where's your family?" He asks.
I lift my head off his shoulder and look down. "They're gone. My father killed my mother, she turned and she ate him. I left as quickly as I could." I said glaring at the moving ground.
"I'm sorry." He whispers.
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder again. "Its okay. My father was never really nice since my older sister died a few years ago. My mother was too scared to do anything about it. To be honest, so was I." I tell him. I don't know why I'm telling him this. He's just so easy to talk to. I guess because he's a cop.
"I'm so sorry. It must have been so hard for you. If only I met you then." He says. I can hear the scowl on his face.
I chuckle. "It's alright, Sheriff. I'm okay now. It was at the beginning. I didn't come all this way to mope around and let the biters get me." I say.
"You sure are looking on the bright side of things." He says. I smile at him. He nudges his shoulder at me. "Hey, look. We're here." He says.
I look up and see we are crossing a bridge right to Atlanta. I can tell just by the size of the city that there will be trouble.
