DEAD BY DAYLIGHT The Walking Dead

- chapter one -

The Walking Dead —— 01x01 & 01x02
Vivian Ford —— September 2010

WOLVES; by nature, existed as pack animals. Meaning in order to survive, they needed other wolves—
a pack.

Humans were like wolves, too. They needed each other to survive or else they'd perish. Not just on a biological scale of reproduction, but in a literal sense. Without the help of others, human life would cease to exist in its very nature, gone before evolution could even begin.

When the world came crashing down around itself two months ago, having a pack was even more crucial for survival.

You'd die if you were alone. From the beginning of time, humans needed each other to survive and even now in the so called "beginning of the end" they still clung to those primal instincts.

Since the day the final broadcast emitted from the radios, telling the public of false hopes and survival camps doomed to fall, destruction has fallowed ever since. Cities destroyed, families ripped apart by cold, dead hands, and sharp rotten teeth.

Thousands were dying day by day and every second you spent alive in this new world was sacred—not to be wasted. Survivors found each other in the ruins of their old lives, clinging together in hopes of assuring their survival.

VIVIAN FORD was a survivor who found herself within the outskirts of Atlanta. Originally from Lockhart, a small town located in Caldwell County, Texas. She'd been spending the summer at her late maternal grandmothers home alongside her mother and younger brother in Scottdale, Georgia. Just outside of Atlanta.

Now, Vivian Ford was stranded from her home, and separated from her father and older brother, who were still in her hometown.

The first days of their new reality were filled not only with fear, but a wave of grief so powerful it seemed to slow time down. People lost loved ones, friends, entire families. Nobody could truly be afraid when all they felt was loss.

Vivian hadn't felt that way before. She'd lost things in her lifetime, of course, her favourite rain boots for example, but never anyone she loved.

She didn't even know if her father and AJ were dead, and that was the worst part. Mourning those without any answers. They could be alive for all Vivian knew, but she'd still spend every single day of the rest of her life mourning them.

There would always be a small part of her that believed  someday they'd find each other again in this lifetime. Growing up, Vivian thought her dad could do anything no matter how impossible, and she still held those feelings dear to her heart as she prayed he'd track them down.

On the other side of the coin, Vivian hoped her father and AJ weren't making their way towards the city of Atlanta. Where the dead were running the streets by the thousands. They'd die before the sun met the moon in the west once more.

Maybe in order to live they'd never have to see each other again. Vivian would rather live knowing there was a chance they were alive, than spending the rest of her days with the knowledge that they're dead.

The unanswered questions of her family didn't just occupy Vivian's mind during the day, but also all hours of the night. Spending the hours she should be sleeping tossing and turning in her purple sleeping bag, while her mother and little brother, Thomas, slept soundly in the same tent.