Boulevard of Broken Dreams (The Walking Dead FanFiction)

Chapter 3

As I stood there in my towel with my underwear under the running water of the shower my mind started to drift. How had this happened? I still remember sitting in the lecture hall waiting for our professor to arrive, the class have empty will only about 15 or so of us there, which I sort of
understood.

The news was all about a virus being spread around and that it was highly contagious and to steer clear of anyone that looked sick but I myself haven't been sick since I was a child so I thought I had nothing to worry about. That was until Professor Riley walke- or should I say limped into the classroom. One look at his blood covered face and gnawing jaw was all it took to realise that this was no common sickness. Some scrawny kid, who for the life of me I couldn't remember his name walked up to the professor asking if he was alright. It was then that professor Riley grabbed him and bit into his neck, ripping his skin and sending blood everywhere.

A door closing pull me from my memories.
I turned around to find the nice armed man. Daryl I believe.
"Eh um, sorry I didn't think anyone was in ere" he said with his low country drawl making kinda hard to understand him.
"no no no, I'm sorry I've been in here long enough" I replied quickly as I brushed past him
Well....That was awkward.

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I quickly returned to the cell that rick had said would be mine. Pulling the curtain down so I could change into something a bit cleaner.
Pulling my bra and underwear on, I covered it with a black tank top and some dark grey ripped jeans. Not the stylish type, these jeans were ripped because of me crawling through dirt and wearing them for days on end.

I walked out of the cell and decided to have a little look around before I slept... On a bed. A real bed. Sure it may be a jail cell bed but a real bed never the less. It was rather easy to find my way around, cells here and kitchen there. As I was walking towards the large doors that headed out side i heard my name being called and Rick quickly ran up beside me.
"I apologise about the whole locking you in a cell thing"
"No need Rick, protect your own. I get it. I would do the same" I smiled at him
"So about holding your own, I gathered that you don't seem to like washing dishes" he laughed
"Not really, I'm much more of a hands on person. I've survived this whole thing on my lonesome. I can handle my own" I replied as we walked around the outside of the prison.
"So if you got to pick a job to do what would it be?" He asked
"Do you guys go in food and supply runs?"
"Yeah of course, but we would really need to trust you before we sent you out on a run alone"
" I get that... Maybe I could go with some people on the next one? I wanna prove myself. This is the first group of people I've come across that haven't tried to harm me. I need this"
"Alright well I'll talk to Daryl and Glen. Their due to go to a run in about two days" rick said
"That would be great! Thanks Rick. I'm sure I can prove myself to you guys"