I remember when my worries used to be about paying bills and helping my brothers whenever they needed it. When we decided to live together and split all the bills between the three of us and support each other. When we'd stay up late and talk about our day, share funny stories, and just be there for each other. Those were the good days. Looking back now I wish I had savored those moments more.
I still remember when I got the order to go to DC to help protect the White House until the president was taken to a different location, my brothers tried to convince me to stay but I couldn't disobey a direct order. I regret not listening to them, but at the same time I'm glad I didn't because if I had I wouldn't have heard the rumors that Atlanta was going to be bombed and I wouldn't have been able to worn them not to go into the city. I broke a lot of rules making that call, but I don't regret it even in the slightest because if I hadn't done it they would have died. But now I don't know where they are or if their alive, the only thing I can do is hope that I'll find them even if it seems impossible.
Today marks day 59 of the outbreak and day 39 of me being alone. I had decided to go to Atlanta to start my search for my brothers, the others told me it was a stupid idea and that I'd never find them but they're all I have especially now. My car broke down about two days ago so the trip is taking even longer since I have to find shelter at night again but I've finally made it to king county, georgia. I've searched a couple places for anything I could use but only found a couple cans of food so now I'm on my way to the hospital, the military has set up's around hospital's to transfer patients to safer locations so I'm hoping to find something useful.
"Now I remember why I've always hated Georgia" I say to myself wiping the sweat off my face and looking back up.
"Oh my god finally" I say seeing the hospital come into view.
When I get closer I head to the military tents and start to look around mostly finding paper work everywhere until I get to the last tent where there's some 9mm bullets and a flashlight that I can connect to my gun.
"Well it's better than nothing"
I put them in my bag and start walking towards the hospital when I see something moving around. At first glance I would assume it's a walker but upon further inspection I can see it's not.
"Oh my god" I quietly gasp.
"Hey! Hey are you alright? " I whisper shout to the man, when he looks up I notice a bandage around his torso and stop in my tracks while he comes closer to me. "Whoa whoa whoa stay right there! Don't come any closer!" I take a couple steps back and put my hand on my gun.
"What... What happened? Where is everyone?" He asks in a raspy voice.
"Sir I'll answer any questions you have but first you have to answer my question can you do that?" I ask and when he nods I continue. "That bandage what happened?"
"I-I was shot" He says looking at it then back to me.
"Is that the only wound you have?"
"Yeah yeah as far as I know" he says putting his hand over it seemingly questioning himself if it is.
"Good that's good. What's your name?"
"Rick. Rick Grimes"
"Okay Rick my name is Hannah Winchester I'm gonna help you out okay?" I ask walking closer at a slow pace in case he becomes hostile.
"Yeah" he says then stumbles slightly so I quickly grab him to make sure he doesn't fall. "Thanks"
"It's no problem is there somewhere you're trying to go Rick?" I ask pulling his arm over my shoulders.
YOU ARE READING
Damaged || A The Walking Dead Story
FanfictionWhat happens when a 26 year old woman who was alone for over a month finds a man in a hospital gown right outside of a hospital? What happens when she realizes like her he is trying to find his family? Well you just have to read to find out! ~~~ I...
