Red Ruin (A Walking Dead Game Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Day One

A small campsite sat in between a river and a cliff edge. Everything was covered in dew and fog hung over the water like a sheet. This was not Skyla's idea morning. As opposed to going outside and enjoying nature, like everyone else in her family, she stayed completely cloaked by three heavy blankets.

Normally her father would have dragged her out for the hike. Saying it was "fun" and "a good bonding experience". Which was all obviously a load of crap. The only thing she hated more than family fun time was probably nature. So in order to avoid the double whammy, she had pretended to have some sort of forest-y disease. Amazingly, her dad bought it and even though her mom had given her a suspicious glare, she was left in the tent.

Now this wasn't just some wimpy one-room teepee. Oh no, this was the six room deluxe mother of all tents. It came with five bedrooms, a docking bay for your car, and a dining room. You could live in this thing normally if you wanted to. So Skyla was snug in her own private room with a riverside view. And it still sucked.

She snaked her hand into her secret stash of snacks next to her sheets. She was about to catch Mew so there was no time to look away from her screen. She tossed out a master ball and crossed her fingers. Come on, she whisper chanted. Come on. Come on. Come on. Wait.... YES!!!!!! She jumped off her air mattress, blankets flying everywhere, cheese doodles soaring. She had finally done it!

"What in the name of Betsy is going on in here?" A voice with a heavy southern drawl demanded. Skyla froze. Her mother stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Uh.. I was... Um, I-" Skyla stammered. "Ya know what, I don't even give a damn. Just put your shoes on. Some crazy deadbeat took a chunk outta your dad," She said, rushing out of the tent.

Skyla was putting on her second van when it hit her like a ton of bricks. Some guy bit her dad? Seems rather unlikely. Her dad was a beast of a man with military know how. It would take some sort of savage to even land a blow on him.

      Her mom and sister were waiting at the edge of the trees. Her dad was a few paces away clutching his blood soaked arm. His face only showed the slightest fragments of pain, but it was quite a lot for him. "You seem fine," he said with a glare. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I-" "Can't really be that upset though. Woulda just made things worse," he continued on.

      Skyla felt a weight start to gather in her chest. She couldn't look her dad in the eye. Her sister scoffed. "Help me get him bandages, if you can," she said in a snooty tone. Skyla walked meekly to the first aid kit with her arms wrapped around her. She felt guilty and horrible. Also, a sense of dread. She felt bad now, but felt worse was to come. It seemed crazy but felt sure, and felt all too close.

And she was right.