Rotting Away - A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Prolouge

   The shot was fired. I had just killed another walker, not remembering to use knives, but you cannot be too careful these days. Hordes are difficult to handle when you have such a small group where people are killing to survive, or dying for the survival of others. Reanimated corpses getting beheaded by the sword as it slices through their back and splatters the walker's head onto the ground. Bullets pierce through the cranium of the unlucky, dead or about to be. It was hard to survive in these times where you feel like the earth is burning to the ground and you are the last one on a stable building, looking out the window and watching it burn. But instead of a roaring fire, there are deadly flesh-eating monsters, and I am scared. For Carl and Judith, my children, for Hershel, the old fellow who's barely surviving with an amputated leg, and all of the others that had people they cared about either become a walker and be left there, or the person having sympathy and ending the pain for  their sweet and beloved ones. Needless to say, I will be responsible for the decisions that I make, and the rest of the group can make their decisions, because this isn't a democracy anymore. I look at the younger survivors and I think "There could have been so much more to your life, instead life just decided to screw us over and make it so that we are now desperate. This book is to you, so that you can have something to be proud of, and so that life still has a meaning to you."