The World of the Dead (Walking Dead FF)

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER!!

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I do not own any of the characters associated with 'The Walking Dead' or story lines associated with 'The Walking Dead'.

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A/N:

Hey Guys,

I just want to thank @manhatanmonster for giving me some feedback on my ideas for this story and helping me. I would like to dedicate this chapter to her for that reason.

I would also like to thank @christinaa76 for creating the cover for my story. She worked really hard on it and I think it looks amazing.

Read, Comment, Vote, Follow.

Thanks guys!

-Rachel

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Chapter 1

{Rick Grimes | Third Person | Present}

"Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone there?" Rick said into the radio in of his cruiser.

He brought the radio up to his ear, sure not to miss a word. If one ever came. He sat there. Waiting for a response. Hoping, praying that someone could hear him. He heard static coming through the radio. Rick held it even closer to his ear, trying to hear it over the moans of the creatures lurking outside.

Static.

All Rick could hear is a static noise.

Accompanied by the moans and groans of the walkers.

"Anybody who hears me please respond. Broadcasting on emergency channel. We'll be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85. Anybody who reads me. Please Respond. I repeat, please respond."

Nothing.

This is hopeless, Rick thought to himself. He pulled out a picture from his pocket. A picture of his family. His wife, Lori, standing next to him and his son, Carl, standing in front of them. He knew they were alive. They had to be. When he visited his abandonned house, things were missing. And not the things that would usually be stolen. The family photo albums were missing. Why would someone steal those? What value are those to strangers? He knew they were alive, but where?

Rick gets out of his car and starts walking down the road to find some gasoline for his ride to Atlanta. He comes upon a house.

"Hello? Police officer out here. Can I borrow some gas? Hello? Hello? Anybody home?" He calls out.

He steps into the house and is welcomed by a woman standing at the top of the stairs pointing a shotgun at his head. Rick put his hands up in the air as a form of surrender.

"Don't move!" The woman commanded. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"My name is Rick Grimes. I am a cop. I was looking for someone who could let me borrow some gas for my car." He said to her. Not daring to move even an inch.

The woman lowered her gun and started walking down the stairs. Rick let his hands drop to his sides. She approached him and extended her arm out to him.

"The name's Isabelle Horvath but you can call me Iz or Izzy" She said while shaking his hand. "And I've got somein' better for ya then gas for your car."

"Oh really? Now what would that be?" Rick asked.

"A horse." She stated.

"A horse?" He said with an eyebrow raised.