Sealed (on hold)

Virus

This is a walking dead/ Carl fan fic. There may be "spicy" scenes later in the story so I recommend it for 13+ but it's your choice. I hope you enjoy ❤️ xx- Zoe
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I wake up to the sound of birds chirping above me. As I open my eyes to see the green forest above, I sit up while un-zipping my sleeping bag. I look around my small camp. It's outlined by a long rope, with cans hanging from it, wrapped around 4 trees creating a 8x6 foot room.

A room with no door.

Why the rope with cans? Well to wake me if the walkers come to close. Walkers are like zombies, created from a deadly virus spread by blood, or body fluids.

Its been 4 years. 4 years since I was 11. 4 years since the apocalypse. 4 years since I became an orphan. I had a family once. A mother and father of course. I had a 6 year old sister named Lindsey, and a 15 year old brother, Liam.

Liam and I always got along, really well for some reason.

When the apocalypse hit, we were fine at first. Found a small community of survivors. Together we sectioned off part of our neighbourhood with walls.

They lasted for about 3 months, until they finally didn't. They fell and the tidal wave of walkers that had gathered came pouring in. My whole family was either bitten or killed by man in crossfire. Lindsey and Liam were bitten.

Lindsey changed first.

It was in her sleep. Liam and I were sitting and talking, trying to spend as much time with him as I could, and she popped up. Her eyes glazed over with white. Not solid but almost. Her teeth brown and gross. I covered my mouth as she stumbled towards us. Liam was frozen with shock and fright. I was terrified. Until my instincts kicked in. I grabbed a blade that was near us and stabbed her in the head. I looked at her as she fell. I dropped the knife and looked at Liam. His face filled with shock but with a small smirk.

"Did I j-just do that?" I said, the thought made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Yeah, you did. And I couldn't be prouder," He said as he looked down.

"Look, Zoe, I'm not gonna last. You are gonna be on your own. And to see you do that. To kill your own kin so she wouldn't harm others. Shows me you'll be okay," He said as he started to fall over.
"Liam... LIAM" I said shaking him. He opened his eyes for a few moments.

"Stay strong, and survive. I'll always be with you, I'll do anything to protect you. I love you Zoe," And with that he fell.

Closed his eyes as if he were dead. I started to cry as I stabbed him in the temple. I cried for hours that night. Until I got up. I saw a gun on my parent bed. A small one. Hand held. I picked it up. I actually considered it. Putting that gun to my head.

But I looked over at my brother, remembering his last words. Replaying in my head like a broken record, 'stay strong, and survive' I sighed and put the gun in my belt loop.

I then proceeded to gather what I needed. I grabbed Liam's traveling backpack. It's good sized, definitely not small and filled it with necessary items. I then left my destroyed house. I met some people from my small neighbourhood that survived the attack. I stayed with them for a while, but they weren't gonna last. And they didn't. Maybe a few weeks and then, once again, I was alone.

Here I am, 4 years later. 15, never had a boyfriend, a 6th grade education. The only talent I have is playing guitar and killing things. I've ran into some other groups, but I've learned not to trust people. They always just want something.

I look at my empty bag, and grab it. I start to gather my things. A toothbrush, shorts, underwear, an extra bra, lots of tampons and pads in a ziplock baggy, a picture of my family, pain killers, 3 knifes, extra bullets, a few apples I picked from some tree, a water bottle, hair ties, hair brush, some make up I found a while back in a abandoned store, and my sketch book with a few pencils and pens. I get up and roll up my sleeping bag. I then set it by my pack and take down my rope barrier. I sling the backpack over my shoulders, my sleeping bag strap across my chest, and my rope with cans from folded up and thrown over my pack. I then grab my gun and flashlight and stick them in my holster, that I found about a year ago on the side of the road.

I start to walk out of the forest and on to an over grown highway. I look down at the crooked road. Faded paint, cracks everywhere, giant pieces missing from different parts. I see about 5 walkers near and few abandoned cars. 3 walkers ahead of me and 2 are behind. They stumble along, while growling animal like noises. They sound just like the rotting creatures they are.

I grab my six inch switch blade from my back pocket. I open it and walk up to what I think used to be a woman. I reach up and stab her in the head. She then falls to the ground as if I had shot her. I then go up to another pair of decomposing corpses and do the same. I look behind me and see another two wandering in the opposite direction.

I think about leaving them too wobble down the long road to leave for someone else, eh I'm bored, I think to myself as I start to walk up to them so I can put them to rest. I go up behind one of the two and stab him, or what I think is a him, in the back of the head. I do the same to a rotting woman about 15 feet away.

Lucky for me, walkers can't see very well. They only sense light, smell, and sound, so they barley notice me. I continue to walk as I turn around to face the direction I was going.

I walk down the old road for about an hour or two. I then go and sit under a shady tree. I open my pack and throw my rope and cans in. The sound they make when I walk was getting annoying. I then put my pack and sleeping bag back on.

Just as I start to get back on the road I hear footsteps. And not stumbling, but human footsteps. More then one pair, several. A group. I quickly hide behind the tree I was under and then into a bush. I grab my switch blade a grip it tight. I see the group walk out of the forest about 20 feet away from me. They go out on the road and stand there. What are they doing? I think to myself.

Just as I finish my thought I hear a crack of a stick breaking behind me. I look out of the corner of my to see the silhouette of a human.

I quickly turn and pin him to a tree near me with my knife to his throat. The boy puts his hands up, trying to show me he means no harm, but I don't loosen my grip.
"CARL" I hear a man yell. Who the hell is Carl?