In which Rick Grimes comes back
from the dead, only to find that he's
living amongst them too.
OR
In which Emerson Scott falls for the
widowed cop in the midst of their
world crashing down around them.
BOOK ONE
part i. - when the dead come knocking
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01 | batman
HE PASSED AWAY RIGHT BEFORE IT HAPPENED. Brain cancer. How ironic, right?
My mother would say it was an awful disease that took my father's life too soon. Silas and I would say it was karma. Of course, the moment we said that to anyone, my mother would be hot on our tails to apologize to whomever my brother and I were speaking too.
Although, I was eternally grateful. Grateful that he was dead and grateful that my poor mother, or my brother and I, would never have to deal with his antics again.
Silas and I were currently walking back through the Atlanta Airport. He wouldn't leave for another week to go back to base. It was time I was glad to spend with him. He'd been stationed in Afghanistan for the last six months. Even though we were five years apart in age, we were thick as thieves. Though if I were honest, I was also happy we'd watched my mother's flight take off. I loved spending time with them separately, but when they were together? It was constant bickering back and forth. I'd grown tired of it after the first hour of them being together in my small, two bedroom apartment.
All it did was ruin my mood. And my day if I was being honest. Even now, as Silas made some dumb joke I couldn't be bothered to listen to, was my mood sour. I was still reeling from their fighting on the drive over to the airport.
"And then, the duck walked into the bar!" Silas began to laugh hard at his own performance. Though I didn't bother giving him even a twitch of a smile in return. I was too exhausted and I wasn't sure how even he wasn't about ready to pass out.
"I always wondered why you gave up on becoming a comedian. I think I know why now." I told him. My brother just rolled his eyes, claiming I was jealous.
I checked my watch. It was getting close to 7:00 in the evening. Before I could ask Silas if he wanted to grab a bite to eat, we saw a slow and sickly figure moving in front of us.
Which seemed to be the exact same moment that she noticed us. If I could even call her that. Her clothes were torn and it was evident she was bleeding out from her neck.
When she finally turned, we got a better look at the sick woman. Her eyes were a bright grey, splattered with yellow dots. She walked slow and dragged her foot. I even got a better look at the mark on her neck... Was that a bite mark?
That's crazy. There's no way some sick, kinky bastard took a bite out of her neck. That's just... Well that's... Goddamn, I sound like a psycho! I must have been hallucinating.
