Broken (A Walking Dead FanFiction)

Chapter 24 - Hopeless

That night I stayed in a beautiful house, which was more like a mansion in my opinion. It had 2 master bedrooms, 3 rooms for the kids, 2 bathrooms, and a massive dining area, living room, and kitchen.

I slept in one of the what-seemed-to-be teenager's room. There was rock music, movies, a flat-screen tv, a full sized bed, comic books, and snacks. I grabbed all of the snacks and put them in my duffel bag I got from the hospital.

I didn't want to watch a movie or anything because I thought it might attract walkers, so I took a comic book from the desk. It was your typical superhero comic book; the guy saves all humanity once, twice, a million times...

After a while I got bored, so I decided to go on a run. I haven't been on one since the thing with Elliot happened, but I should probably get used to them. It's most likely going to be my new life style in order to survive.

The house next door didn't seem like a bad choice, so I decided to start there. (Of course it's not a bad choice, Amelia...all of these houses are gorgeous.)

When I walked up the steps to the porch, there was a garden light by the door. When I turned around to look at the front yard, I noticed there was an empty pudding can.

Was someone here before me?

I sighed, completely hopeless and descended the steps, walking down the road. Instead of raiding houses, I figured since I had enough food for the time being, I took a walk.

It's been a while since I had a quiet place to think. It almost seemed too quiet without the birds chirping or the bees buzzing. That's one of the things I miss.

I refuse to think now, though. I just want a break from thinking. I found a bench, sat down, and looked up at the clouds.

Then, I heard footsteps and leaves crunching. I got up in a second and aimed my gun at the noise. When he stepped out from the shadows, he didn't seem like he could cause any harm. But, I couldn't take any chances.

He held his hands up in surrender and said, "Don't shoot. I'm Aaron...I'm a friend. We have a place for survivors. It's safe, really. What's your name?"

He looked like he could be in his 30s. Aaron had short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. He had that kind face, but in this world you can't trust nobody. You can't let their faces fool you.

I remained silent, finger on the trigger.

"Okay...okay...if you want proof...that's okay too...," he mumbled quickly before getting out a picture from his backpack.

It was of the gates. Tall, covered acres of land. Alexandria, he called it. It looked like a really nice neighborhood with it's big white houses and shops.

"We have survivors you're age there, too. You have to have an interview to live there though. But, don't wooed about that. We never kick anyone out unless they mean any harm."

He looked at my gun and I lowered it. It's worth a shot. I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Amelia."

"Amelia? That's a nice name."

"Thank you..."

"Um...well...my boyfriend and I drove cars here...so...should we be off now?"

Boyfriend?

That shocked me for a moment, even though I totally support it 100%. I smiled. It looks like I'm off to Alexandria.

Author's Note:

SHOULD I ADD ENID TO THE STORY? I really don't know.

Xoxo,

Grace