The Walking Dead x Zombie Reader

Days Gone Bye

Not proof read, please comment if you find a mistake.

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Y/n pov

I've always thought that death would be you die and go to heaven.

'This was not what I had in mind when I died.' I thought, looking into my reflection. I was basically a walking corpse, my eyes were whitish gray. My hair was so messed up I don't think I could fix it with a brush.

I growled and walked out of the bathroom, I was inside of what looked to be a hospital room. I had on a hospital gown, but I could not feel the gown on.

'Can I feel anything at all?' I thought, looking around till my eyes landed on a syringe needle.

'That'll do.' I walked up to the desk next to my bed and clumsily grab the needle. Bringing it up to my hand I shove the needle through my palm.

'So I was right.' I thought with a sigh.

'Wait, wheres my family?' I thought, the last thing I remember was pushing my sister out of the way from being scratch from this mad man.

'What if he was the one who did this?' I thought, I mean it was the only logical explanation. I removed the needle from my hand and placed it on the desk.

Then walking over the door and opened it slowly. I could hear the sound of someone breathing heavily.

I peaked my head out and saw that there was a man. Just then the door freaked loudly, he whipped his eyes and looked around.

"Is anyone there?" He asked, then his eyes landed on me. I saw a smile creep on his face.

"Thank god I'm not the only one." He said and started to move towards me. I freeze and cover my face with my arms.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asked and walked closer.

'Your more hurt here than me buddy.' I thought sarcastically.

"Can you answer me?' He asked, I slowly lower my arms and looked at him. He gasp, I held my arms out to show that I harmless.

Then quickly looking around for something to write with my eyes landed on a pen and paper. I swooped down and grabbed them.

"I don't mean any harm!" I quickly wrote, he read the writing and looked at me.

"What are you?" He asked.

"I do not know, all I know is that I am dead. And the fact that you are severely hurt." I wrote, while looking at the bandages that were around his waist.

"I'm fine. What your name?" He asked.

"Y/n, and you are?" I asked, he sighed.

"Rick, Rick Grimes. Nice to meet you y/n." He said and held a hand out to shake. I shake his hand and looked around.

"Do you know what happened here?" I asked him, he shook his head.

"I'm just as clueless as you are." He said, I hmmed.

"Well where are you heading?" I asked him.

"Well for now out of here." He said.

"Mind if I come with you?" I asked, he loved at me then at the ground.

"I don't see why not, the more the merrier." He said and started to walked down the hallway. I stumbled and caught up with him, there were paper and abandoned hospital equipment every where. We then reach the front desk.

Rick trips and caught shelf on the desk, he then grabbed the phone placeing it up to his ear and started to press a button on it.

But he placed it down and started to search through the stuff that was on the desk. I looked over his shoulder to see that he grabbed a box of matches. He grabbed one and lit it Illuminating the room.