The Walkers are Here

Chapter 1

"Phoebe" Andrea shouted. "You know you need to eat more. This whole thing going on won't stop for a long time. There's too many of them."

"I know, Andrea" I said, eating into one of the last boxes of cereal at home. It's not fair. I don't know what's going on, but I know that if I get near to one of them, then my insides would be my outs.

I've seen them do it before. It was just infront of my garden. Then the thing noticed me in the window and tried to get in through the door. There are a load of scratch and bite marks from them and the doors and roof are coming more and more unstable. I've been staying with Andrea for a while. She's one of my older sister's friends. Ever since she was killed by one of them Andrea has cared for me, and I respect her for doing such a thing for me.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a walker was through into the living room. I screamed and noticed that the back door had been knocked down.

"Phoebe! Get me a knife from the kitchen! Don't worry, I've got this thing under control, just get one!" Andrea said. She gripped onto the walker pretty tight. I quickly slipped just under it's arm and grabbed a knife from the kitchen draw.

"Slit it's throat, Phoebe." I slit the walker's throat, causing blood to flow like a river all over the floor. Andrea was heavily breathing. You could tell she was panicking.

"Let's go." She said. She grabbed my arm and we ran and ran and ran further and further away from home, our neighbourhood. I am only 14 so I guess I'm not that sure of what's going on. I have a perfectly good idea, but I just don't understand my own idea.

"Rick... Lori... Carl..." Andrea stopped and turned around. Still having hold of my arm, she ran towards the Grime's house. The Grimes are nice people. I'd say Carl's okay, the typical teenage boy I'd go for, but we don't speak a lot.

Andrea knocked on Rick's door as hard as she could. No one answered. After her 3rd knock we heard a shout, "come through the side gate!"

We walked through the garden and noticed a small shed in the corner. We opened it and noticed Carl sitting on the bottom and Lori and Rick standing up infront of him.

"We need to go." Lori said. She worries a lot about Carl. I remember the day he got shot. It wasn't entirely his fault. He passed out a couple times, but he's okay now. I haven't really seen him since.

"Oh, um.. Hey." Carl looked up at me. His voice has gone a lot lower than when we was 11 years old. Woah, I kinda like it.

"H-hi." I said, nervously. I'm not nervous on speaking to him, it's just the fact that there are walkers around hoping to kill us.

"Think you could help me up? My knees are kinda stuck from sitting here so long." He put his arm up and I grabbed it. I helped him up from the bottom of the shed and he brushed off some dirt on his knees.

"Thanks" he smiled slightly.

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We reached a prison. It wasn't that kind of prison you'd really expect it to be: high security, large, clean... it was very much opposite. We had nothing but anything to live off while things were in here.

I got quite scared walking into a prison. I heard a small cough and then someone clearing their throat. None of the other 4 believe me. They think I'm crazy right now.

"Shh!" Rick whispers. "Get here!" We all get behind Rick and he peers into the door. He notices 2 people sitting at a table. One with a crossbow and long-short hair and the other a blonde girl with about 50 scars/scratches on her face.

"Stay.." Rick picked up a rock and put a note on there, "we are outside the door. We're not walkers, but we are one of you." the post-it note said. He sneaked through. He threw the rock to them. It hit the centre of the table.

As soon as the rock was thrown, Rick ran back outside and the man with the long-short hair picked up his crossbow and stuck it by his side. He finally picked up the rock and read it.

"Come in with your hands up." He said. We all went in on a single file line, one after the other. First Rick, then Lori, then Andrea, then Carl and last me.

"How did you find us?" The man said.

"Listen, our town has just been bombarded by those things out there and we were looking for a place to stay and found here."

"Well, I'm sorry, but this place is full."

"Daryl..." The girl said. She stood up and grabbed the crossbow off 'Daryl'.

"We have lots of room here. Too many for us, in fact. Let them stay." The woman said.

"Beth, we can't trust these people."

"I can..."