Undead¹||the walking dead

1.1

I was standing by a log near camp, it was a hot sunny day.  I was sharpening a bit of wood with my knife. Being in a zombie apocalypse, i didn't have much to do, so sharpening the stick was good enough.

I would go annoy Shane, the leader of the group, but he's had enough of me and would probably shoot me if I went back over to him.  Most of the group is fed up with me. That's fine. I'm fed up with them too.

But I mean, annoying the group is kinda my job. They all think that I'm some incompetent kid, but I'm not. I'm 19, not 5.

I hear little footsteps coming my way, i look up from the stick and see Carl, a little 10 year old boy who is a survivor of this apocalypse. He stays at the camp with his mom, Lori, who is smoking hot.
"What are you doing?" He asks as he stands next to me.

"Sharpening a stick." I say. I didn't mind Carl, so I didn't annoy him a lot. I annoyed his mom a lot, but that's fine. Carls a sweet little boy.

"Why?" He asks.
"Got nothin' better to do."

Carl nods and then goes quiet. The only noise was the wind blowing, the birds chirping and the sound of a my knife going against the stick.

"what are you gonna do with it?" Carl asks.
This kid asks a lot of questions.

"kill some walkers, maybe."
"why not just use the knife?"

I look up.
"..fair point."

I keep sharpening the stick.

"My mom won't let me have knifes." Carl says gloomily.
"Oh, yeah? How come?" I wasn't really interested, but whatever.
"She says that I'll hurt myself, or someone else."

"Well, if your not careful, the walkers could hurt you."
"yeah! That's what I said!" Carl says happily.

"Tell you what." I say as I finish sharpening the stick.
"I'll give you this." I hold out the sharp stick to him.
"But you just don't tell your mom. Deal?"

Carl smiles
"Deal!" He nods as he takes the stick.

"alright." I smile. I'm usually an ass to everyone, but I'm nice to the kids. They're just kids at the of the day.

"Thanks, Tess!" Carl says happily.
"No problem. But remember, don't tell your mom."
"I won't!"

We then heard lori calling Carl, so he put the stick in his pocket, and headed over to his mom.
She was folding some washing with carol, another survivor.

I like carol, I'm nicer to her then all the other adults.
She's just a sweet lady. I can't bring myself to be mean to her.
Her husband, Ed, on the other hand, man, I could beat the guy up everyday. He's an ass. More than me.
He's just rude to everyone, even all the kid. And his own kid.

I have enough respect for everyone to not be like that. I also just have human decency.
Carol and Ed's daughter, Sophia, is very sweet. She doesn't talk much, but she's still very sweet from the few interactions I've had with her.

I put my knife into my pocket, and walked over to the RV where Dale, another survivor, was standing. Dales an old guy who seems to have the answer for everything. He reminds me of an owl.
He smiles at me as he puts his binoculars down.
"Hey, Tess." He says happily.
"hey, dale."
Dales another member of the group who I am usually nice to. He's just a sweet old dude.
Its also because he's the eyes of the whole group, he looks out for walkers.

"Andrea and some others are going on a run to Atlanta. They're gonna get some food and things. You should go with. You don't seem to care about stabbing a walkers brain." Dale suggested.

Andrea was another survivor, she's here with her sister Amy. I like annoying the shit out of the two of them. They give rich people vibes, so I kinda know how to tick them off. It works every time.

"..yeah. Maybe I should." I answer.
It's true, I didn't care about stabbing walkers in the brain. Seems like most people in the group can't handle that. Bunch of pussies.

★

I ended up going on the run to Atlanta with Andrea and the others.
The people going where Andrea, Glenn, a young Korean man, morales, just some guy, Jacqui, some lady, I don't know much about her, T-Dog, just another dude, and then finally, Merle. Merle is like me, except he's ugly, racist, probably homophobic, and really just one of the worst people you will ever meet. I'm not as bad as him.

The difference between Merle and I, is that people in the group actually like me. not a whole lot, but they don't hate me, and they don't want me out of the group. Merle, on the other hand, no one likes him. The only one who actually does it his brother, Daryl.
Daryl is kinda like Merle, but just better. He's less of an ass, but still an ass.

Anyways, people want Merle out of the group, they tolerate me being here. That's the difference.

★
We arrived in Atlanta, and began taking things from the stores. There was a bunch of walkers around, but we where able to avoid them, as long as we didn't make much noise.

I was putting supplies into my bag, when suddenly, we heard a loud noise. Yippee.

"What is that?" Andrea mumbled.
I walked to the window and looked outside, I couldn't see much, but what I did see was walkers. A whole lot of 'em.

"Shit." I mumble.
"What? What is it?" Jacqui says as she comes to stand with me.
We then see a man, he was...on a horse?

"He's gonna get us all killed!" Andrea yells.
"He's gonna do it with style." I laugh.
"now is not the time for your stupid jokes!" Andrea yells.
"It's never the time." Morals mumbles.

Glenn runs out, everyone but Merle and I yell to him.
"Where the hell are you going?!"

"What a dumbass." I chuckle.
"He might die! You find that funny?" Andrea yells as she stands closer to me.
"..yeah. Kinda."

We all saw the man climb into a near by tank.
"well now the dumbass is just stuck in there." I mumble.
"This is the only time I agree with you, ginger." Merle says.
"Shut the fuck up." I say not angrily, but just because I'm a bitch.
Merle scoffs.

We then heard a gunshot come from the tank, this dude is just doing things that are dumber and dumber.
More and more walkers go to the tank. He was completely surrounded.

★

That's the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it!