-.Walking Amongst the Dead.-

No Rest for the Righteous.

It had been a long time since you've been at peace. Almost too long now-- You were alone, tired, hungry, and depressed. Especially since you had been abducted and abused by the group of men that were evil, downright horrible people...

They beat you, starved you, used you as walker bait, and did unspeakable things to other girls as well. But for some reason- not you? But you weren't complaining. And how you escaped? To sum it up, after a couple of weeks they finally all turned on one another and ended up killing one another off until no one remained but little old you. You'd say you're lucky to have made it, but live these days you'd have to be prettyyyy unlucky.

It had been a day since they had all died. Sure, maybe your captors starved you but they did feed you just enough to keep you agile and on your feet. You missed that and only that.

'I'm so hungry... I'm gonna starve if I don't eat soon.' You thought to yourself. The hot Virginian sun didn't help too much either.

You stopped at a curb, sipping the last water bottle you had until a sign had caught your eye-- It was a home settlement called 'Alexandria', and it wasn't too far off from where you were as well.

You could make it by sun down if you tried hard enough, despite going off of your hopes and dreams you never turnt down a place to rest. The suns position told that it was about maybe 6 in the afternoon. Well at least you hoped so... if it were any later then you probably would have to wait another day, and who knew if you had another day in you.

After a main dish of walking with a side of killing the undead you finally make it to a huge gate, one that you wouldn't have expected at all. It was big, brown, and wasn't accessible from the outside. Was this it? Peace, home, safety? It's what you hoped for, what you needed more than anything.

You gave a knock with a meek "Hello," before deciding to speak up some more. "Is anyone at the gate?" You called, and in response you're met with a guy; brown short and curly hair, considerably tall, in a flannel and jeans.

"Hello, welcome to Alexandria. Are you alone?" He asks, letting you in. He looked at her with an almost shocked expression, maybe it was unusual to see someone as young as yourself on your own these days? Who knows. You're just grateful to be safe.

"Yeah, it's just me." You replied awkwardly as he takes your hand and checks you for any wounds. Maybe it was from lack of real socialization but you found it hard to make any kind of conversation.

"My name is Spencer, my mom and dad run this place. You'll love it here," he explains. "It's got the works; solar panels galore, complete with bedrooms, showers, clothes, food, you name it!"

To you that sounded like heaven, you were desperate for a shower. You stank like hell, on top of being a nasty sweaty teen, gross...

"Thank god," you sighed as you and Spencer enter one of the many brilliant looking houses. "I need one, I'm Y/N."

"Everyone does after all that out there." Aiden leads you into the house. It was extravagant compared to the condition of every other apocalypse stricken house outside of these walls.

Before you could say something else, a middle aged woman with brown mid-length hair comes down from the stairs. "This is the lady who does all the talking, my mom." Spencer informs you.

"Thank you Spencer, I can take it from here hun." The lady smiled as her son exited the room before turning to you.

"My! Aren't you young?" She remarks. "You might get along well with Enid. I'm Deanna, me and my husband Reg run the place. But before anymore introduction I like to record our conversations, just to be safe. I'm sure you get it sweetheart." Deanna smiles at you, inviting you to sit in the chair facing a camcorder.

After you get interviewed by Deanna you meet her husband, Reg. Apparently he was the one who reviewed all the interviews and you seemed like a very sweet young lady, his words not yours of course.

Deanna and Reg were simply delighted to have you, they had a spare bedroom for you and everything from food and clothes galore. After your much needed shower Deanna had given you a fresh pair of clean clothes, they were nicely folded and still warm from their recent drying.

Once you finish getting dressed, brushing out your clean, flesh-ridden hair you navigate yourself back into your bedroom, you notice a note laying on your bed 'I figured you'd be too tired to want to come down to eat, so I left you a simple meal. Please leave your plate and glass outside of your room. -With love, Deanna.'

You scarfed down your sandwich and oh boy was it delicious! You haven't had a proper meal in what felt like ages. When you finished your sandwich you settle down and finally shut your weary eyes. It was long few weeks, and it was time to get some well deserved rest.

THE NEXT DAY...

You wake up, doing a double to take to make sure that everything was real. Thankfully it was, you looked around the room at the posters on the wall. You haven't noticed the posters until now, they felt nostalgic to you... The old movie posters from when you were a kid. A happy and safe feeling fell over you- you were home again, maybe not in your home... But eventually your home to be. Before this you would have given anything to feel like this, and now you might never have to wish ever again.

After a few minutes of consciousness you realize there are people talking down stairs. Their voices don't sound familiar, you could tell that Deanna was interviewing a new arrival. You wanted to go check it out but only to peak your head in- despite your lack in talking or being around people you were quite nosey, maybe it's from all the eavesdropping you used to do. You missed it a lot.

You crept downstairs and took a peak at who Deanna had been interviewing, it was a really roughed up looking kid- give or take your age. He had long brown hair, a sheriffs hat, and piercing blue eyes that met yours. Before he could possibly say anything- given if he was going to. You immediately run up stairs as quickly and quietly as possible.

A couple of minutes pass and you hear a light knock at your door, it's Deanna.

"Hey sweetie, I hope you're settling in well," she gives you a warming smile. "I need your help with the new recruits- Well, specifically one. He's a boy your age and he hasn't had much teenage interaction his father tells me. I'm going to have you guys head over to Jessie and Pete's house to meet the other kids there if that's okay with you."

She still had that warm and welcoming smile as she waited for your answer, you hadn't had much teenage interaction before- When you were being held captive there were only 2 other teenage girls who passed from walkers, and a couple of grown women who had died from the men and the conditions they were in.

"Uh... You know what, I could give it a shot." You return the smile. It was a little doubtful that you wouldn't make it awkward or get awkward, but this is a good place and it goes for show too. You can do this! It's time to make some friends now.

(Yessss a cliff hanger ik ik, I'm not even sure who's reading this or if it's getting read at all but who ever you are i know one things for sure- I'm tired asl 😭😭)