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chapter one, welcome to woodbury.
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PHOEBE WHITLOCK KNEW she wasn't meant to be in this world, she knew it was by the grace of god, or whatever cosmic being that watched over them, that she was still living. Before the end Phoebe would spend much of her days living as a normal teenager, if you would've told her the world would end right in front of her eyes she would've thought it was a cruel joke ─ now she was living in that so called cruel joke, a nightmare she wasn't equipped for and could never wake from.
Her brother on the other hand, Leo was made for this. The years of martial arts training her father forced him to take, the yearly buck hunting trips, it all paid off. Phoebe was jealous of him in that aspect, while he had no problem taking down a biter, it took Phoebe almost 6 months before she could get close to one without vomiting or having a panic attack.
It had been awhile since the world crashed around them. Just a little over a year to be exact, though it had truly began before the world fell ― the phenomenon spread across the planet like wildfire. The dead coming back to attack the living, infecting more and more unfortunate souls and damning them to wonder around the desolate planet in search of new flesh to dine on.
Cities had fallen the quickest, the dense populations quickly becoming fodder to the walking corpses, leaving whatever was left to haul itself up and shamble around with its new friends. Places once brimming with life turned into dead zones within mere days, maybe a few weeks at most, into places you could go weeks without seeing another living face ― and those faces were hardly ever friendly. It was a new world now, and people unwilling to dirty their hands would just end up as another corpse trying to eat your face off by the time night falls. Which was probably why Phoebe and her brother were still breathing. The eldest did what needed to be done to protect his sister, at all costs.
It had started with just the odd case of brutal murderings on television. The news reportings slowly escalating, missing people, odd cases of cannibalism from groups of rabid people ― spreading a sense of incoming dread across the nation. The world. Everyone staring at their screens and wondering what could be next. Though none had expected the sudden bomb the government had dropped on them. Suddenly, everyone was being frantically ordered to evacuate, people unable to move their beds being left behind to die by panicking families, with the military swarming the cities, gunning down both the dead and living like an unstoppable wall of bullets and gunfire.
