I walked through the street looking for any houses that would be open. I noticed a house with the windows borded up so I tried to see if the door would be open. Luckily it was. I closed the door behind me and banged on the wall beside me to attract any Z's that could be in the house. After awhile of piere silence I came to the conclusion that there were non and started touring the house.
In the living room there were blankets on the floor that made a bed and beside the bed was an oil lamp with a comic beside it. The kitchen was all white. White cupboards, white counters, white table, white chairs, and so on. I looked in the cupboards to find any food but all I could manage to find was a can of beans and tomato soup.
I went upstairs and looked in the bedrooms. The 1st seemed to be a little boys room. A single bed layed in the corner of the room. The blanket had trucks on them and toys and clothes were scattered across the floor. The 2nd seemed to be a teenaged girls room. Posters of boy bands hanged on the wall, a douple bed with pink blankets and a dresser/mirror with pictures of friends stuck into the mirror's sides. The 3rd was the parents room. It was plain and simple. A douple bed with blue blankets and a dark brown dresser across from the bed. Even more upstairs was a room with boxes and a window out towards in front of the house. In front of the window was a chair with the window opened. I didn't know what to think of that.
I went back downstairs and set my backpack beside the makeshift bed and searched through it to find my can opener. I grabed something that felt like it but it just turned out to be my emergency gun. I was more of a knife person rather that a gun person, but I had it just in case I really needed it. I digged through the cans of food and bottles of water and asthma puffers but couldn't find my can opener.
Where could it have gone?
I went into the bathroom to go see if the toilet worked. But of course it didn't. I looked into the mirror at myself. I haven't seen myself in a mirror in such long time, it was calling my name. I looked at my face. The blood that was splattered all over it making it hard to see my self so I looked at my clothing instead. My black tang top and ripped skinny jeans still looked fine, so I don't need to go clothes shopping anytime soon. My leather gloves and combat boots still looked ok too. But I did need a new pocket belt. I held all my knifes in there. My waist was practicly surrounded by knifes. I also needed new knifes. These ones were getting dull and bent.
I wiped off the blood on my face but it only spreaded it around even more. I flipped my blue and red hair to the other side of my head. You could still see my naturally brown hair around it, but the blue and red stood out the most making the brown forgotten.
Wow they sure meant it when they said it was permanent. Even in an apocalypse it's still shiny like I just washed it.
I went back into the living room and sat down on the makeshift bed of blankets. I layed down and starred at the cieling for what seemed like hours just thinking about this new horrific world and reminiscing about the old (what now seems wondeful) world.
I ran into the house as fast as I could to get away from those monsters. All I needed was to find my family. I walked around my childhood home knife in hand ready to attack. I was ready to cry seeing it covered in blood. All the family pictures. All the toys and books. While memorys of me as a child flooded my brain.
I creeped up the stairs breathing heavily. " Please be alright. Please be alright". I slowly walked towards my parents room. I opened the door. I fell to my knee's as I watched my father bleed to death and my mother dead on the ground with gashes in their necks and arms.
I ran to my daddy and held onto his neck. " No no no no no no! Daddy please! Please! I need you! You can't leave me alone. I'm scared. Please!" He smiled and raised his hand to my cheek and rubbed it. "I-I l-love y-y-you. P-please ta-a-ake car-re of F-faith. She n-needs you." I nodded my head in responce. "I love you too. Please daddy. Don't go." A tear drop slid down my cheek and onto his. He smiled one last time then his expression went blank.
I cried for hours on the spot realizing my whole family was gone. My daddy, my mom, my grandparents, my cousins, aunties, uncles. I could be the last person, with the last name Walker. Except for one other person. Faith Walker. My sister.
I got up and grabbed all my stuff running into Faiths bedroom but she wasn't there. I held my head. "Where could she have gone! She's only 12! She won't be able to survive in a world like this. I have to find her." I thought to my self.
Please be safe.
I woke up in the morning (not realizing I had fallen asleep) to banging on the door. I slowly walked towards it putting my eye through the peep hole. A man stood, scarred as hell wearing nothing but underwear and somesort of a drape around him. Or was it an unbuttoned hospital gown?
I opened the door quickly, grabbed his arm and yanked him inside instantaneously putting my knife to his neck. "Who are you!?" I growled at him. "R-Rick Grimes. I'm not here to hurt you."

I looked down at him and saw a clean wrap around his rib cage. "Were you bit?" I angrily asked starring him in the eye. "Was I what?" He asked as if nothing has changed in the world. " Were. You. Bit?" I cocked my head to the side. " No? Why would I be bit." I put my knife down to opened the wrap alittle to peek inside. "Hey!" He yelled in protection. "Its ok. Im only checking." I continued to open it and peeked inside. I saw a round newly placed scar.
He was shot.
"Do you know, what's happened to this world." I slowly asked. He shook his head.
I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do.
We sat in the livong room for a good two hours explaining everything thats happened. He told me everything he remembers before he woke up from his coma. He used to be a sheriff of a little town outside of Atlanta. He was shot 2 times unexpectedly dealing with a speeding car emergency and fell into a coma. He woke up in a hospital and found no one there. And somehow found his way here to find his wife and son. I told him how to kill Z's and the basics of surviving. He seemed to get it considering he just woke up from a coma.
He was still a normal good human being. He hasn't been exposed to this world yet. This world, can change you. It will manipulate you and conceive you making you a killing machine. Taking any food and supplies you can find from any group or any store. Willing to sacrifice anyone or anything just to stay alive. Killing innocent people for food or water. But I was just trying to survive.
I gave him a clean pair of clothes we found in the upper bedrooms that looked to be his size. I also have him my can of beans and a plastic water bottle full of fresh purified water.
"Do you have any weapons?" I asked. "No" He replied with a mouthful of beans. I reached towards my bag and zipped it open to reveal its contents. I searched through it and finally found my gun and ammo. I also grabbed one of my knifes from around my waist. "Here you need it more than me" I said handing them to him. He set down the can and grabbed the gun, ammo, and knife. He put then beside him and continued eating his beans.
"After we get packed we have to find my wife and son." He ordered. "Hey buddy, I hate to break it to ya but their probably dead. I stopped looking for my sister about a month ago realizing that I was wasting my time trying to find my dead sister. So if I were you, I wouldnt waste my time trying to find my dead family." He sighed and looked down. "I cant just asume their dead. Their my family. My life." "Look. We can try to find them, but if we don't find them after 2 months, I'm out." I said honestly. He nodded and starred at me.
"There's somthing about you. When I look at you, I see her. I dont know why." He revealed. "Ok?" I said confused. "Im sorry. You didnt tell me your name." "Delilah Walker" "How old are you?" He asked me as if he was a detective. " How old are you?" I repeated him. "36." He revealed. "27."
"Look if your family did survive and their somewhere out there in the world. There probably long gone from here. But, we'll try." I said while packing up my bag and Rick packing his. We were just getting ready to leave for some building. " There's a police station nearby with a room filled with guns and ammo. I used to work there. There might still be some if people took some." He explained "We'll head for it in the morning. It's getting pretty dark outside." I ordered. "It'll only take an hour." He stated. "Trust me. You do not want to be out there at night. Its a whole different place than it is in the day." "I'll go by your word." I smiled and he smiled back. We stared into eachtothers eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes were so bright. He had no idea what kind of world we live in. He was still innocent. He eyes were so beautiful I couldnt stop starring at them. Finally I broke the stare and and quickly zipped up my finished bag and tried to act as if that never happened.
I heard moans and groans outside snd quickly looked outside into the darkness. A hord of Z's were walking through the street looking for a meal. I ran to the oil lamp and turned it down before one of then would notice it and attract other Z's to this house. It was pitch black in the room and I couldn't see where I was going. I stumbled over to what I thought was my bed but ended up landing in Ricks lap. My face blushed as I realized what I was on. Good thing it was pitch black so I have an excuse. "Oh god I'm so sorry. I couldnt see where I was going." I apologized. "Its.... It's ok." he said hastily. There was a long silence. Then a pair a lips smashed onto mine.
After 5 seconds I pushed myself off of him realizing what was happening. "What the fuck was that! I thought you had a wife!" " Im sorry. you're just so beautiful." " Is this what you did to other women when the world wasn't crazy!?" "No." He replied sounding confused. "Then why start now?!" "Its just, I feel like I've known you forever. Like I know everything about you." "Im sorry Rick. But you have a fucking family." "Please. If they are really dead. Let me have one happy memory of this world." I starred at him through the darkness in disgust. But then I felt pity for this man. He was just an ordinary man not knowing anything about this world looking for his supposedly dead family.
Atleast let him have one last happy memory. No it's not right! He has a wife. But, he's lonly. That doesn't mean you go and have sex with him! Just give him one last happy memory and you never have to do it again.
My thoughts had a war against eachtother. But I finally decided. I felt like I knew this man too. Like we grew up together. Like we were long lost bestfriends. I grabbed him and pulled him towards me making our lips touch. We moved in sync. He gently layed me down onto the makeshift bed of blankets. We made out for what seemed like an eternity. My skin became hot from both of our bodies and my heart beated faster than it ever has.
Why does something so wrong.... feel so right?
We moved together and took of our pants, revealing our naked bodies to eachtother. I wraped my arms and legs around him as he moved me. It was like a wave of excitement flowing through me. I bit onto my lip. We kept going until we felt like we were gonna pass out.
I instantly fell asleep and woke up to a naked Rick.
What is wrong with me. He has a wife. But there's something about him, that makes me feel joy, happiness. Like I'm not hollow.
I got up and put my black tang top, and ripped skinny jeans on. I put my hair up in a ponytail and continued to put on my leather gloves, black combat boots and pocket belt on. I went to my backpack to make sure nothing was missing. After I made sure everything was intact I went to go wake Rick up. I stopped in my tracks and starred at his sleeping face. I couldn't stop starring at his man. We've only known eachther for a day and we've already had sex. But one day sure felt like a life time.
Do I love him? No. I don't. I've only known him for a day I can't already love him.
I snapped out of my haze. Now im determined to find his family so I don't have to deal with this game any longer. I shook him awake. " Come on. We have to get to that police station if you want to find your family."
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*IMPORTANT PLEASE READ*
So this is "Just trying to survive". I hope you enjoyed it! Every chapter will be half an episode. So it will ethier say "blah blah blah - Part 1" or "Blah blah blah - Part 2". Just so ur not confused. There will be a huge gap in between new episodes but not such a big gap in between part 1s and part 2s. Anyways see you next chapter. I hope you enjoyed.
Update: Hello. This is the Author almost 7 years later. THIS IS SO CRINGE IM SO SORRY. RICK WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON ANYONE WHAT WAS I THINKING? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS PLOT???? While you read this, just know this was written by a 14 year old who had TOO MUCH time on her hands. I'm so sorry.