The Walking Dead: Survive The Dead

Chapter 1

The sun had just begun to rise over the small Georgia town of Millfield. The streets were empty, except for a few stray cars and abandoned buildings. The only sound was the occasional moan of a walker, wandering the streets in search of their next meal.

Samantha Grant sat on the roof of an old gas station, watching the town below. She had been living up there for the past few months, ever since the outbreak had begun. She was alone, but she preferred it that way. She had learned early on that trusting others was a mistake.

Samantha had been a nurse before the outbreak. She had seen the signs of what was coming, but like everyone else, she had never thought it would be this bad. When the world had fallen apart, Samantha had lost everything. Her parents, her brother, and her husband had all been killed in the chaos that followed.

She had managed to escape the city and make her way to Millfield. It was a small town, but it was far enough away from the major cities that it had been spared the worst of the outbreak. Samantha had holed up in the gas station, living off the food and supplies she had found.

She spent her days scavenging for supplies and keeping an eye on the walkers. She had become skilled at killing them, using a variety of weapons that she had collected. Samantha had learned to be ruthless and efficient, and she had survived this long because of it.

As she watched the town below, she noticed movement in the street. A small group of survivors was making their way through the town. Samantha watched them cautiously, wondering if they were a threat.

The group consisted of four people. There was a tall, muscular man with short-cropped hair, a young woman with long, curly hair, a middle-aged man with a beard, and a teenage boy. They were armed, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Samantha watched them for a few minutes, trying to decide if they were worth approaching. She knew that she needed allies if she was going to survive in this world, but she also knew that trust was a luxury that could get her killed.

Finally, she made her decision. She climbed down from the roof of the gas station and approached the group cautiously.

"Hey," she said, holding up her hands to show that she was unarmed. "I'm Samantha. Are you guys looking for a place to stay?"

The tall, muscular man stepped forward. "I'm James. This is Emily, Tom, and my son, Michael. We're just passing through. We heard there might be supplies here."

Samantha nodded. "There are. But you'll have to earn them. This town isn't safe."

James nodded. "We understand. We've been on the road for a long time. We know how to take care of ourselves."

Samantha studied James for a moment, trying to gauge his intentions. She saw something in his eyes that made her trust him, at least a little bit.

"Okay," she said finally. "Come with me. I'll show you where the supplies are."

The group followed Samantha into the gas station. She showed them the storeroom, where she had gathered food, water, and other supplies. The group was impressed by her collection.

"You've done well for yourself," James said. "How long have you been living here?"

Samantha hesitated, then decided to tell the truth. "A few months. I lost everyone when the outbreak started. I've been on my own ever since."

There was a moment of silence as the group processed Samantha's words. Then Emily spoke up.

"We've all lost people."