The Undead Secret (A Walking Dead Fan Fiction)

Meetings

Jaime thought she would vomit, watching Andrea sit with her dead sister, Amy, pretending she was still alive. Andrea had been running her fingers through the blonde hair that was now stained with blood and talking to her like she was still a person.

"Amy. Amy I'm so sorry." Amy began to move again, blankly staring at her sister as she raised her hands towards Andrea's face, growling. "I'm sorry. For not ever being there. I always thought there'd be more time.

Amy latched onto Andreas hair, pulling on it as she sat up, growling and trying to get to Andrea.
"I'm here now Amy."

Andrea reached down to her belt loop, picking up her gun as she swallowed and held it against her sisters head. "I love you."

It fired off, as Amy stopped growling, and fell back onto the dirt. Andrea stroked her sisters face, crying.

Jaime stood up from the log she was sitting on, taking a deep breath as she walked back to her tent.
She threw a few items into her satchel, and tossed it over her shoulder, wandering out into the woods.

"Hey! Jaime!"

She turned around, stopping as Dale, the older man who often wore a pale tan bucket hat, probably from when he'd go fishing on a lake before the apocalypse, ran to catch up to her.

"Don't think we've properly met yet. I'm Dale."

"Jaime." She shook his hand as he nodded.

"Where ya headed?"

"Don't know. Out into the woods. Probably gonna read in a tree or something."

"Why don't you join me with some hunting?" He held out his hand, offering her a handgun. "You know how to use one?"

"Sure, I do." She took up his offer, following him into the woods.

Dale cleared his throat, clearing the silence between them. "So, your twenty?" She nodded, taking a sip of water from her canteen. "Damn, I remember being twenty." He laughed.

"Trust me, being twenty in the apocalypse is way different than being twenty fourty years ago." "Fourty years ago? How old do you think I am?" He exclaimed, before laughing at his own joke.

"Oh no, I didn't mean-"

"I'm just playing with you kid, it's alright. Even if there were no apocalypse, being twenty in two thousand-ten is different than being twenty in nineteen sixty-six.
Jaime laughed, agreeing with him.

"Now, uh, how olds your mom?"

"She's fourty three, her birthday was a week before everything blew up."

"No offense there, but you look nothing like your momma. What's your daddy look like?"

"Don't know. Never met 'em. My mom said he was a blue eyed, brown hair cock sucking bastard, so I guess I'm not like either of my parents."

"You sure you ain't adopted?"
"God, I wish."

"What about you? You look like-"
Jaime's question was cut off by Dale putting his hand on her shoulder and his finger to his lip as they both stopped walking. Just a few feet ahead, Shane was pointing a rifle into the woods, practically tip toeing around as he had his eye on whatever was out there.

He was breathing rather heavy and it was obvious he was fixated on killing whatever was out there, whether it be a walker or a deer.

Shane put the gun down, laughing at himself quietly as Jaime and Dale stared at him.

"Jesus." Dale murmured.

Shane startled, whipping around as he nearly hit Jaime in the face with the muzzle as she ducked. "Watch where you're pointing that damn thing!" Dale spoke, pushing the gun towards ground. "Sorry. Sorry. I know, gonna have to start wearing reflective vests out here. Seriously." Dale and Jaime exchanged uncomfortable looks, as Shane tried to laugh off the situation.

"C'mon man!" He yelled out.

He put his ball cap on, itching his head as he looked at Jaime and Dale, "Come on, let's go. Nothing out here."

"Jesus." Jaime muttered, getting a nod in agreement from Dale. "This apocalypse shit, changes people." He sighed.

They let Shane stray a few feet ahead of them as Jaime turned towards Dale, "he was pointing that shit at Rick."

Dale sighed and nodded, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.