Disgraced - The Walking Dead

Prologue

Avis was alone when the apocalypse began.

    Well, when the world went to utter shit that is.

    She was sipping chamomile with a shot of tito's, swinging on her porch swing when the screaming started, startling her from her chapter of 'Hush, Hush'. She had been reluctant to look up, half of her wanting to ignore the screams and continue to see where the angsty teen romance ends. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on her day, she had looked up and what she saw still gives her nightmares.

    Nigel, the neighborhood crackhead, lay bleeding and screaming as Lizzy Crane, middle school science fair winner 3 years going, digs her teeth into his throat. His screams had turned wet and gurgled with blood before they were but the whines of a dying man being eaten alive by a growling 13 year old girl. Avis had been too shocked to move, too frightened as she watched along with the other spectators drawn out by the screams. Too frightened to help but not too frightened to run when she noticed more growling monsters appear from the house across hers, bloodied feet shuffling to the mess of innards and blood littering the street.

They were the rest of the Crane family she'd realized, Mr and Mrs. Crane along with the two older siblings, Stacy and Joe, their bodies torn apart. Joe with intestines trailing after him and arm torn apart and Stacy whose scalp lay hanging from her head and face ripped open, teeth and bone in clear view as she follows after her brother. The Crane parents were no better, bodies ripped open and organs falling from their bodies as they finally joined their youngest in a feast of blood and innards with growls and screeches.

Avis hadn't stayed long after that.

She'd quickly dropped her book and sprinted her way inside, locking her door tight.

It's only after a month does she finally unlock her door.

After eating though the last of her cans and drinking the last of her water, after listening to radio static instead of the emergency broadcast that stopped playing 2 weeks into the apocalypse and only after packing a backpack of essentials and tightening her grip around her weapon, a wooden broom, does she finally decide to brave the new world.

Only as soon as she opens the door she's met with a dead one snarling in her face, pale snarly fingers reaching to grip at her shoulders.

"For fucks sake," She whines, bringing a leg up to kick at the dead ones knee. A sickening crack echoes throughout the house as his knee bends backwards and the dead one is sent falling to his side with a vicious screech. Avis gags at the sound, taking a second as she watches it pick itself up on its arms, cloudy eyes meeting hers at growls and swings at her. She dodges and with a deep breath she brings her broom up to swing at the dead one's head sending it slumping to the floor in a pile of blood and brain.
With a deep sign she straightens and looks out into the new world, nerves hardening as she faces her nightmare. "Well, that's one."