Riley-The Walking Dead

Pro-log

July 9th, 2009
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The smell, the beautiful, amazing aroma entering my nose, causing my mouth to drool and my body to fill with a warm sensation. A smell so complex that a simple human being cannot find the words to describe it. It forced me out of bed and dragged me into the kitchen. I took one last huge sniff and sat down as my mom placed two pieces of astounding, hand crafted by God pieces of bacon.

"Wipe the drool honey." My mom snickered.
I ignored her and bit into the chewy, crunchy, salty, fatty goodness of this masterpiece making sure that I was savouring every bite, that every flavour got the credit it deserved. Once I finished my two beautiful strips I felt the urge to cry but realized that I had to be stronger than that.
"Mom!" A voice yelled from the bathroom, my sister Mally I assumed.
My mom sighed before answering.
"What is it?"
"Erick didn't flush the toilet again." I said in unison with Mally knowing exactly what she was going to say considering it's the same thing every morning. My mom looked at me and grinned then went and dealt with the situation like she always does.

I finished my amazing breakfast and headed to my room.

I sighed at the disastrous space I called my room. It looked as if the Tasmanian Devil decided to chill out in there for awhile, as clothes were scattered all over the floor and probably about fifteen cans and bottles all thrown in a corner.

You should probably clean your room soon.
"Hah!"
"No." I said responding to myself. I rummaged through the pile of clothes I considered to be somewhat clean. As I grabbed a black shirt that ended at the middle of my thighs I also snatched my lulu lemon leggings that my grandma bought me last year for my birthday. I slid the leggings on and put on the shirt rolling the sleeves that rested on my bicep and bringing them up to my shoulders.

"Riley we gotta go!" My mom called from the front door.
"Okay I'll be right there."

I looked at my outfit in the mirror and then swung a black jacket over to complete it while grabbing my bag. I rushed to the front door and slipped on my black combat boots coming a couple inches above my ankles. A honk came from my moms 2011 grand caravan that she is probably more protective of than her own three children.

"I'm coming chill." I muttered under my breath and then ran out the door and into the left side of the van and slid into backseat. I looked to my right to see Erick staring at me and smiling in a extremely devilish and disturbing manner.
"Oh god what'd you do?"
"Nothing."
I raised my eyebrows and looked that evil six year old right in the eye.
"Erick."
"What did you do."
"Okay fine." He sighed then wiggled his pointer finger back and forth signalling me to come closer.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
He placed his two sticky hands on my cheeks and turned my head sideways.
"I have to whisper it."
"Okay well whisper it!" I was beginning to lose my patience with this kid.
"Okay." He snickered.
"I put chocolate on Mally's seat and she sat on it."
I turned my head to face Erick and my jaw dropped.
"You didn't?" I said shocked.
"Shhh!"
I sat back in my seat normally and looked at Mally sitting in the front seat. To make things worse she was wearing white jeans. Mally turned around and stared at me I assumed she probably felt my eyes on her as my entire family has like this weird thing where we can sense people eye's on us.
"What?" She asked in possibly the most bitchiest voice a twelve year old girl could make.
"Nothing."
She rolled her eyes and turned back around.

"Have a good day sweethearts!" My mom said dropping Erick and Mally off at the elementary, boy was Mally lucky she decided to wear a long flannel shirt that covered her ass. If she didn't I probably would've eventually felt bad for not telling her about the chocolate poop stain.

"You have a good day Rile."
My mom dropped me off at my school Lycée Salétré, Lycée standing for High School and Salétré just being the name of the street the school was on. Despite the French name Salétré wasn't even close to being a French school, I'm pretty sure it was in the 90's but when the new establishment was built in this area a couple years ago, majority of the residents spoke only english so they kept the name and just made it an english school.

"Hey freshman."
I jerked my head around from my locker startled, I then turned completely around as I saw who it was. He put his arm up above my head and held onto the top of my locker his body moved closer towards mine causing mine to be pushed up against the locker.
Jackson Mason, honestly the nicest, funniest, sexiest guy I've ever know and luckily he decided that he felt the same way about me, so we've been dating for like sevenish months now and it's been so much fun I enjoy every minute I spend with him. I never knew how much fun a boyfriend could be until I met Jackson. He had brown hair, absolutely gorgeous brown eyes and was like two feet taller than me so that's always a bonus.

"Mr. Mason you sure need to learn how to control yourself." I whispered, possibly in a sexual way I wasn't really sure.
"Then stop being so, so."
"Stop making me lost for words."
I smiled as he pushed himself up against me and placed his comforting lips against mine.

"Okay bye bye Hun." My bestfriend Lydia said tapping Jacksons shoulder as he mauled me.
I smiled as Jackson backed up startled.
"This weekend I'll pick you up at 7:00" He informed me as he walked away.
"Ugh you two disgust me."
"C'mon Lydia you'll find a man soon just believe in yourself."

I honestly didn't understand why guys weren't all over her, she was a really gorgeous girl with beautiful long oak tree coloured hair and ocean blue eyes and not to mention she had a super hot body. I guess it's just her personality that can be off putting because she comes off really bitchy to most people I suppose.

"I'll catch up with you at the end of the day." I said as I walked into my first class.
Lydia waved goodbye and I went and found my seat and sunk into it not ready for this day of hell.

Luckily the day went by fast and I was on my way home. I had to walk because my mom was still at work due to an emergency but I didn't really care it was pretty nice out except for the small fog.

I made my way through the muddy field I had to cross I could've taken the walkway but it was an extra half an hour I wasn't in the mood for.

I squinted my eyes as I saw a figure walking in the field towards me, that surprised me because almost nobody walked through these field because most people who went to my school lived in the new establishments while I lived in a small farm house just on the edge of my little town Woodridge.

The figure began getting closer and my heart started pounding, I could clearly tell it was a person now. I walked faster. I turned to where I had last saw the person and it was no longer there. I was tempted to search for it but knew that would not be a good idea considering every person in a horror movie that has searched for the killer or ghost usually ends up dying and I was not going to die.
"Hey Riley!"
I screamed as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see it was just Mr. Foster a man who lived on my street.
"You scared the living crap out of me." I said holding my chest as I panted.
"Oh I'm sorry I just saw you walking and thought you might like someone to walk you home."
"Oh thank you very much Mr. Foster but I think I can manage."
"I'm gonna walk you home sweetie."
"I'm honestly okay."
"I said I'm going to walk you home." His words harsh and vile.
I began breathing heavily my heart pounding faster than I knew possible. I was beyond terrified.
"Well are you going to start walking?" He snickered.
I did as he said and began walking, I tried to stop myself from crying but I couldn't. My tears burned my skin as they fell.

We were about two minutes away from my house and I decided to make a break for it. I ran as I fast as I could down the gravel road.
"You fucking bitch!" He said as he chased behind me.
I could see my driveway from where I was, Erick and Mally had just gotten home and were walking up the front steps to the house.
Thank god
"Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But it was too late, I felt the thump of a foot against my back forcing me to the ground my face smashing on the gravel. I tried to get back up but was kicked back down.
"Why are you doing this?" I cried painfully not able to feel my face.
He took ahold of my hair ignoring my question and yanked it back causing me to go from my stomach to the ground to my back to the ground while also smashing my head. I began seeing stars and spots of black.
"Help." I mumbled just before I saw complete and utter darkness.