Author's note:
It's finally here! The first chapter of my new 'The Walking Dead' fanfiction! Honestly guys this has been months in the making now, I have been planning this for ages and I'm so glad I finally get to share it. I can't wait to show you what is going to come, let me know how you feel about this chapter in the comments!
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Word count: 1,301
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"Sunrise."
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It was only the early hours of Sunday morning, the silence which congested the room was eerie and filled my stomach with extreme discomfort. I was never usually awake at such a time, it was so early that the morning sun had hardly pushed its way through the deep ember clouds which cast a charming hue against the bloodstained pathing of the Sanctuary. The quiet was explainable, hardly anyone would be foolish enough to be awake this early on a Sunday, minus the guards we had positioned on the gates to patrol the perimeters of the shithole we called home.
However the stillness outside was unalike the emptiness of my barren room. Outside was tranquil, as if all the world's problems had disappeared overnight seemingly like the slaughter of the thousands was undone and all was well again. Mournfully I closed my eyes and hung my head low as I remembered what once was, a world full of thriving people, communities, towns...
Families.
Unhurriedly I positioned myself on the side of my bed, timidly running my fingers over the sheets; allowing the sensations of the creases and folds to run through my arm, the side on which I had slept still retained the warmth from my slumber the night prior. I continued to let my fingers caress the soft fabric until I reached the cold side of the bed. A faint sigh left my mouth, furthermore remembering what once was and what never will be again.
Pushing myself off the bed, I stared out of the window once more. Now noticing the mellow orange hues of the sunrise transform into the chill blues of the clear morning skies, the colours complimented each other tremendously - dancing with one another forming a third pinkish colour. I gazed at the frolic of the colours, slowly noticing the pretty pink fading away; thus leaving the blue and orange to compliment each other once more. Soon, there was nothing left but the blue. A foggy blue at that, no longer backed up by the amiability of the orange and the love of the pink.
I let a sigh release from my mouth once again as I harshly shoved my foot into my stiff leather boot which bore maroon stains of blood and filth, as I rapidly pulled my laces tight a shroud of dust spurted into my face like the exhaust of an old car. My hand waved vigorously, trying to rid of the muck from the air, spreading it further into the room.
Sundays never were my designated days of work but I had nothing better to do besides sit around and feel sorry for myself, I'm sure Negan wouldn't want me to do that either. He needed one of his best soldiers fully operating to ensure no more harm could be done to his Sanctuary and his people, there's been enough murder and deception already - certainly Negan wouldn't want to prolong the conflict, for he'd already brutally battered the very man he swore was his best friend. Alas this world fucks people up, making people do even more fucked up shit making the people brave enough to still be living to be trapped in the unforgiving cycle of terror.
I stepped out of my room into the cold and still corridor, cautiously closing my dorm door behind me in order create as little noise as possible; it must only be around five o'clock in the morning based on the sunrise I had just witnessed a few minutes prior. My feet clicked and clacked in the corridor, blanketing me in a faint echo as I made my way to the stairs to free me from the building. I opened the doors which led to the filthy courtyard outside, I trailed my hand along the yellow painted railing as I paced down the stairs.
Everywhere was barren, not a person to be seen. The only sounds which perpetuated my ears were the pained groans of the walkers which were chained to the fences, I didn't dare look over - I couldn't bare the thought of seeing him chained to the fence. Instead I kept walking over to the armoury, I had planned to go for an early morning supply run. Perhaps it would clear my mind and help me forget, sometimes being alone is what you need. Though, it wouldn't be the same without him, in fact it would be my first run without him. My stomach winced at the thought of him not being there, a large lump started to form at the back of my throat at my eyes fell blurry with tears.
I was determined to do this, I had to. Otherwise how would I move on? How would I continue? I had to be brave, for him. It's what he would have wanted for me, he knew I was a fierce fighter and I had never been one to give up in the face of a setback no matter how significant. This felt different however, I had lost my greatest motivator and now it was up to me to find a new one else where.
Fighting back the tears, I neared closer to the armoury; a handsome young man named Mark who mustn't have been older than twenty-five stood guarding the weapons, his brow furrowed as I neared closer.
"Morning, (Y/N)" Said the man, his voice full of caution.
"Hey, Mark." I smiled as I returned the greeting, "How's Amber?" I asked, trying to make polite conversation.
"Haven't seen her much since Negan made her his bitch." He said bluntly.
"I'm sorry, Mark."
"It's not your fault, (Y/N)" He told me, "What can I do for you anyway?"
"Well," I laughed nervously, "I thought I could perhaps take a gun and some ammo. I'm going to go on a run."
"Like hell you are." He snapped, "You know perfectly well how Negan feels about you with a gun."
My temper started to rise, "I'm not a fucking child, Mark. Let me have a gun!"
"You ain't gonna be getting anything with that attitude." He teased.
"Fuck you." I hissed.
I turned my back on the man and walked away, gunless. I guess I can't go on a run after all. Feeling defeated I searched the Sanctuary for a quiet place I could sit, after a few minutes I found a stairwell tucked away from the main centre of the Sanctuary. My back was positioned flat against the wall and I slid down, holding my head in my hands. I let my tears flow down my cheeks and into the dry palm of my hand. I tried to keep my cries silent, occasionally my sniffles filled the room as seconds turned into minutes.
I heard a door above me unbolt. Shit. Without hesitation I stood up and brushed the tears from my face, a familiar figure emerged from the unlit doorway; thankfully they weren't facing me. A glimpse of light shot through the window, it was Negan. He was talking to a second person as they head towards the stairs where I was stood, by the looks of things he was with one of his wives - presumably Sherry who had likely spent the night with him.
I tried to sneak away, hoping the sound of their voices would drown my footsteps as I tried to escape from Negan's sight. Hell, he was the last person I wanted to see right now. Without hesitation I darted down the stairs, out of building and into the courtyard once again.
"(Y/N), just the person I wanted to see." A deep, grizzly voice said from behind me. My heart sank upon hearing his voice. He placed his hand on my shoulder from behind, I reclined from his touch.
"How about we have a little talk?"
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