The apocalypse, a fantasy, a dream, a nightmare, because the dead are coming alive again, and nobody thought it was possible. Let me tell you something about the undead. It doesn't matter what you call them, walkers, geeks, lurkers, biters, roamers, rotters or simply just the infected. it doesn't change what they are, dead.
On day 1 The first cases were broadcasted. A man died in a car accident in France and came back a few hours later when being transported to the morgue. Tearing two nurses apart, and again, just like the man had done. They both came back, guts hanging out but still walking as if every part of them was dead except the part that craves human flesh. It was just a few cases, nobody thought it would be as bad as it is.
My first time seeing a walker was apocalypse day 13, and I won't ever forget it. My neighbour, Mrs Douglas was such a kind woman, my mom and I helped her get her shopping occasionally, she was in her 80s and didn't have the mobility to do it herself. I went around one day with her shopping and when there was no answer, I assumed she was asleep so I let myself in like I always did. I watched as the dead woman on her favourite chair came back, she was the first one I had ever killed. Later that same day my family and I packed up and left our small town.
We only lived a few hours from Atlanta, it was said that the city was a militarised safe zone. That was only until day 16 when it was overrun and bombed. My mom decided we would survive if we headed for the mountains, but we never made it. On our journey, I lost them, both my mom and younger sister, right in front of me. By day 30 it was just me and By day 46 I had given up hope of a future. I studied how a walker behaves, it gave me a purpose, even if only for a short while. I realised pretty quickly that they are drawn to sound and smell and that the only way to end them was to aim for the head.
I had been drifting from house to house, around the outskirts of Atlanta, Only going into the city when needed. On the day the first cases were broadcasted my mom gave me a notebook, said I should write what was happening, and I did, I've kept track every day since then; today wasn't any different.
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Lost // TWD // A Daryl Dixon Story
FanfictionON HOLD Description: Cody Fisher, just 19 when the world ended, fighting for her life every second, but the longer your alone, the less you care, having nothing but the undead for company and no reason to continue fighting. That was until she found...
