The Walking Dead: The Newcomer

Episode 1: The Newcomer

I open my eyes, and saw the ceiling. The same one i have been looking for the past week, it was red with white, with a little black.

 I started to feel some pain in my back, and it was obvious why. I've sleeping in a one of those red couches that breakfest restaurants have.

 So yeah, i've living in a restuarant for the past week, it's okay, i mean... is better then sleeping in a campfire, with the constant fear that a dead one can surprise you... and eat you. 

After all that thinking of the why im safer in the "Moon Dinner" (which is the name of the restaurant)i stand up of the seat that i call bed, and walked to the long table at the middel of the place. 

I put my red backpack in the table, and started to look how i was on supplies. I open the small pocket first, where i keep the weapons. I took out my knife, a survival knife. The one that Victor gave me when i was 13. Victor was the one that taught me how to shoot, defend myself, make fire, cook food.

 He was a militar soldier, that saved my parents and i. He brought us to a mall that was suppose to be controlled by the military, but when they saw the situation in Atlanta, they decided to run and leave the others to his luck, and one those was Victor and his friends.

 They gave us a home, food, shelter and all that. I remeber my parents asking why, and he gave a answear that i havent forget to this day. "I was left to my luck with my friends, and i wont let happen to somebody else... especially a family." I remeber Victor looking at me when he said "family".

 I snap back to my current reality, and contine with the supplies check. I put my knife in my left hip, and then reach for the next weapon. It was a gun, an automatic one. I check the magazine and saw 4 bullets, then i reach for the other two magazines, that had all 6 bullets in them, "Great, 16 bullets for 16 dead ones," i thought, but then another thought came to my mind. "Or... 15 bullets for 15 dead ones, and one for you." "Shut up Ethan." i whisper. 

This way of thinking haves been driving me crazy. Sometimes i cant even fucking sleep because of it, and i just dont... dont want to think that again. I know that mom and dad are dead, and that my old group Travis, Abby, Michael and Elizabeth, are... maybe dead. But i just keep thinking about that bite in my dad's stomache, that way the dead ones ate my mom. Sometimes i just think that... dead its the easy way. 

'Okay... focus Ethan.' i finally said to myself. Now i check the big pocket, the one where the food and water is. I was okay... i think. 5 cans of beans, 2 bottles full of water is enough in my book.

 'That girl Molly really help me out.' i thought. She was in trouble and i kind of save her, she thank me and gave the 5 cans and the 2 bottles. 

She was blonde and was wearing an black hoddie, she also had a ice pick, which was cool and actually really useful.

Aftert checking my stuff, i closed the pockets and put the red backpack on my still hurting back. I was going to the exit, but then i saw myself in a mirror.

I got close and started to look at myself. I saw my brown straight hair, that could use a hair cut, because every time i run, it bumps in my forehead, but with the sweat i could pull it up, and also sometimes it looks brown clear when its hit by light, my brown eyes that also look cool when there hit by sunlight, or regular light, my blue shirt with long sleeves with the last button untied, my black jeans that look more brown then black actually, and my brown clear boots with green strings. 

Then i saw the little scar on my left eyebrow, im lucky that raider asshole didnt get my eye. Then... i saw my dad's ring on my left hand, the one that he gave before he shoot himself. He told me to keep it, to remind me that he will always be there with me, by my side... and also, never loss hope.