The Walking Wattpad {Season 1}

Episode I- A New Day- Part I

6 months. That's how long it had been since I'd seen Trevor. My heart was still pounding from the rising tone of his voice. My stomach still twisted from his screams about Gray, and his screams about ruining my life. The deal had already been done. The apocalypse still raged on. I was alone, I was out of bullets, I was tired and hungry.

There was a groan to my left. Then another to my right. I looked around, searching through the heavily wooded area.

"Crap, walkers,"I said under my breathe.

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. Sharp fingernails dug into my flesh. I stabbed the thing with my throwing knife before taking off in a sprint. Adrenaline raced through my body. It was surely causing a lot of noise. I saw walkers emerging from the forest, hungry for me.

I grabbed my wound as I ran. It was slowly me down. As soon as I could get into the suburbs that surrounded this place, I'd try to patch myself up. Hopefully no other survivors had raided the place; I needed the supplies for myself. The walkers surrounded me on both sides, and my brain locked up for a moment.

I emerged from the trees, running into the backyard of a small house in a suburb. The grass was dead, but the tree wasn't. There was a treehouse up in it, but as everything else was, it was empty and lifeless. I raced up to the house and pulled on the glass back door with my uninjured arm. It slid open with a click.

I shoved the door closed as I entered the house. There was silence filling the air. I shuddered, only hearing the ringing in my ears. Surveying the area, there was a living room with a small couch and a television that no doubt didn't work. A kitchen was to my right, filed with the basic necessities. I only guessed they were a middle-class family.

I walked into the kitchen, only to see a walker grab onto my leg. All I could do was scream as it held on. I tried to shake my leg, but it wouldn't let go. I could see it trying to bite onto me. I grabbed my throwing knife frantically and started stabbing it. Slowly, it let go and settled into a pool of blood. It was a close call; there wasn't an injury.

I looked through the kitchen, finding things like cinnamon, curry, and some insta-made coffee. On the bar was a bowl of fruit, and I dove towards me. It disappointed me though.

"Dang,"I said, my voice flat,"fake."

I scavenged through the kitchen, looking through drawers upon drawers. There was a cup of water that I gladly drank, but it tasted like lemons and dirt. I placed the cup on the counter, and opened the drawer next to it. Inside was a single walkie-talkie. I clipped it onto my back jean pocket, just for safe keeping.

I walked around the house, and spotted an answering machine on a table near the front door. Clicking on the 'answer' button, the voice spoke.

"You have three missed calls. Number one."

"Hey! Olivia! Just calling in to check on you guys." It was a voice that belonged to a woman. "It's really awesome here in Savannah. The concert was electrifying last night, and I wish you guys could've been here. I'll talk to you later."

"Call two."

"Uh, Olivia, we might be staying an extra day or two. They put the city on lockdown, but none of us are sure what's going on. I'll check in with you guys as soon as I get news. Bye!"

"Call three."

"Amber... Baby, please... I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry I can't be there for you. Please stay safe. Mommy and Daddy love you. I'm sorry... I love you."

I blinked a few times before realizing the truth. The things got her.

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. It was a voice of a young girl.

"Mommy? A-are you there?"