THE WALKING DEAD: Survival Legacy

Into the Unknown

Layla walked through the wooded area with her son just a few steps ahead of her. They'd been walking for what seemed like an hour now with no clear sign of stopping. Finally, they reached a small clearing, a momentary respite from the oppressive darkness that had enveloped their world...

LAYLA: Right here, Shawn. We should rest here for just a moment

She scanned the area for a moment before deciding to take a seat on a nearby boulder. Shawn walked up to his mother as she pulled out her phone, raising it toward the sky in an attempt to get some sort of reception

LAYLA: C'mon, work dammit

Her eyes widened when, for just a moment, a single bar appeared on her cellphone and then immediately disappeared once more. Her patience was starting to wear a bit thin as this was now the fifth time she'd failed to maintain any contact via phone. Breathing a heavy and slightly depressed sigh, Layla's shoulders slumped over in disappointment.

SHAWN: We'll be okay

LAYLA: Hm?

Shawn looked down to the ground, and despite the seemingly hopeless situation he and his mother were in, Shawn mustered what little bit of fight he could and spoke

SHAWN: We'll be okay, mom. We're gonna find somewhere safe, and we're gonna find dad, Uncle B, Grandma, and Grandpa too

Layla smiled somewhat at her son's attempt at cheering her up. The world goes to shit and here she was, getting a pep talk from her own child. She then pulled out her knife and began to give it a once over. Memories of the man who gifted her the weapon began to flood her mind. Layla began to wonder if her own mother and father were okay. Did it actually take the end of everything for her to start wanting her father around again? A small hand then placed itself over the knife, Layla raised her head and was pulled from her thoughts. A pair of matching green eyes met hers...

SHAWN: Can we start moving again? I don't want it to get dark or something

Reaching out, Layla cupped the side of Shawn's cheek and kissed his forehead

LAYLA: You're right. Staying here too long could be trouble. Let's get moving

Hours later...

The sun was beginning to set, which in turn made Shawn nervous. Though his mother did have lots of experience when it comes to toughing it out in the wilderness, it was a bit uncertain how well that skill translated in a world where you're constantly being pursued by the undead

*Crack*

The sudden noise drew both of their attention. I'm the distance stood one of the undead as it shuffled out from behind a tree. Layla looked down to Shawn and whispered

LAYLA: Go

They began to pick up the pace, and eventually, what started as a light jog was now a full sprint. Layla snatched her son off the ground and held him close as she ran through the woods. Soon, she'd be faced with a wood fence that led into a neighborhood....

SHAWN: Mom?

Layla turned around to see that at least six of the undead had followed her and were currently drawn more in as they got closer. She needed to work fast if they were to survive

LAYLA: Climb on my shoulders and look over the fence, tell me whether or not it's clear, hurry!

Shawn gulped before complying with his mother's orders. One foot at a time, Shawn leaned forward, Layla making sure to keep him steady while also keeping an eye on their unwanted guest