#Lexark Fear the Walking Dead

Chapter 1

Tumblr is going crazy about #Lexark so I thought I might write a bit of a fanfic for fun about the ship that's pretty much just in our heads xD Thought this might help some people cope with Lexa's death so if you want me to write more then let me know c: It's going to start off where FTWD season 1 ended and since we have to wait SO DAMN LOOONG until season 2 comes out I'll just make it up as I go until season 2   :3 Also I know this first chapter is kind of rushed, I just kinda wanted to get things going from where the series left off so I could get into my own story (:

Alicia's P.O.V-

One week, three days and eight hours since our world collapsed. It feels honestly longer than that.
Strand has allowed us to stay at his house for a few days, to give Chris time to recover and to give everyone else time to plan their next step.
It's been two days since Liza was bitten. Two days since Travis shot her in the head. Two days since Chris has had any hint of a smile. He's only ventured out of his room once in that time, the rest he has spent hidden away from everyone, especially Travis. He hasn't eaten and I know that he hasn't slept. He cries for most of the night.

"Alicia"
I snap my head up, quickly locking myself out of the daydream I was just in. My eyes fall on my mum with a backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Daniel, Travis and I are going to the store to gather some supplies, Strand is going to stay here with you and Chris"
I nod in response. My mother, the woman who I thought could never be beaten by anything, looked beaten. The situation had been hard on all of us so far and I knew it was only going to get harder.

After my mum left the room I picked myself off of the sofa and slid open the glass door that led to a balcony overlooking the sea, breathing in the salty fresh air. The sea was bashing against the rocks, creating a white salty froth that soon disappeared as soon as it came. It seemed as though the earth still moved the same, the sun rose and set and the ocean still had a tide. The only difference was on the land.
I heard a door slam shut behind me, breaking the peaceful moment.
"Hey"
I turn around to see Chris walking into the living room. It's the most normal I've seen him in the past few days. Still no smile though.
I study his movements as his takes out a key from his pocket and confidently walks over to a large cabinet set behind the blue sofa.
He bends down to be eye level with the cabinet and slots the key into the lock and it fully turns with a loud click. I step back into the house slowly until I can see over his shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"  "Getting a gun, what does it look like?" He replies in a monotone, emotionless voice.
"Strand is going to kill you when he finds out you broke into his gun cabinet"
"Well he's not going to find out" Chris says standing up, meeting my eyes then quickly loading his new pistol.
"What're you going to do with it?"

No reply. He just stares at me for a few moments as if he is unsure himself as to why he got the pistol out in the first place.
"To put an end to the bastards that killed my mother"

***

"Don't be stupid! It's dangerous out here! We're not protected by a fence anymore, those things could be anywhere!" I shout over to Chris who is walking at a fast pace through the middle of the road a few metres ahead of me. Every few steps I take I see another lifeless body, mangled in some inhuman position which makes me feel sick. The streets are bare and empty of life which with every moment adds to the desolate feel of the place. The smell on the street is also pungent of what I can assume is rotting flesh.
Chris doesn't respond to me, he only cocks his pistol and raises it in front of him.
"Chris what the fu-"
My sentence is cut short by an echo of fire shots that burn through our previously silent surroundings. I look past Chris's shoulder to see one of the creatures that everyone had been talking about. I've only ever seen one up close once but this one was much creepier. It's jaw was hanging off of its face and swinging with each limping step it took.
Chris replaced the magazine, cocked the pistol again and raised it. Our surroundings echoed with gunshots once more but not one of the bullets hit the creature which was quickly making its way towards us.

I looked to my right. Another one of the creatures. No...two more.
I took a step back, looking to my left. Another three.
"Shit" I heard him whisper under his breath
"Chris shoot it!"
I could smell the creatures vile odour as it was getting closer.
Chris pulled out another mag from his back pocket fumbling with it in his hands. I could tell he was shaking in frustration.
"Chris!"
"I'm fucking trying!"
I looked around again. More. More than I dared to count.
A pitched crash rang through my ears as I watched Chris drop the mag onto the floor and I watched the bullets roll out.
Chris started to vigorously gather the stray bullets, trying to load at least one into his gun.

I turned to run but was met with another group of the vile creatures closing in on us. With every step they took forward, I took a step back and so did Chris till we were back to back.
I closed my eyes as the creatures were quickly piling up on us.

A shot. Another. And another.
I opened my eyes and I saw each of the creatures, dropping to the ground one by one.
I looked at Chris, who met my terrified but confused gaze. I tried to find the source of the sound and saw a flickering light sparking with every shot that was made from a window in a house to our left.

***
I didn't move. Neither did Chris. We just stood there, wide eyed, trying to make sense of what just happened. We were surrounded by the dead, encircled by them.
I looked over to where the shooting was coming from and I saw a girl stood in the doorway of the house. She stepped out, slowly, cautiously into the light where we could see her face.
The first thing I noticed was how vibrantly blonde her hair was. The second, a large gun which I assumed was automatic strapped to her back.

"Thank you" I heard Chris speak, his voice weaker than I'm sure he meant it to be

" Next time don't try and shoot a Walker with a SIG Pro semi-automatic, those things makes a ton of noise..." She spoke. Her voice was raspy yet endearingly feminine.

" I'm Chris, this is Alicia "
"Elyza " she spoke, locking our eyes "it's nice to meet you "