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How You Met (Nick)

So this story will be about the Crafting Dead, but if it was a reality... I hope you enjoy.

Your P.O.V

~Flashback~

"Hey Dad, what are you doing?" I ask, walking into my fathers lab.

"Oh nothing, just working" he replies.

"Ok well you have been at this for weeks now. Can't you just take a break, and maybe spend some time with your daughter" I get closer to my father, raising my voice a bit.

"No I can't, I'm so close. You just wouldn't understand!" He yells, startling me a bit.
I turn around and walk out of the lab, my vision getting blurry from the tears that were forming.

-A few months later-

Tears poring down my face.
Curled up into a ball in the corner of my house. Chaos outside.
The sound of screams and gun shot ringing through my ears.

I slowly get up and look out the window... Zombies and dead bodies fill the streets.

I walk into the lab and grab as much as I could to try and border up the windows and doors. After many hours of work, I walk into my room and lay in bed.

"Dad... Where are you"

~End of flashback~

I jolt up out of bed, tear stains on my cheeks.

"It was just a dream. A memory"

I shake my head, and walk out of my room. It has been months since the outbreak and I still haven't found my father. I don't even know if he is still alive, but I'm not giving up hope.

I have been through so much in these past months. The walkers are one thing, but the people are a different story. You can't trust anyone anymore.

I walk downstairs and grab all of my things. I need to continue moving. I am trying my best to make it to Washington D.C. The only place I could think of that would have people, good people.

I put all of my ammo, food, weapons and other materials in my bag and slowly walk out of the house I was currently staying in.

I have been walking for hours, and not to many signs of walkers. Maybe because winter is almost here.

I finally made it to Washington. I walk down countless streets in search of the White House. I turn a corner and there it is. It's a little run down but highly barricaded. 'Just a few more blocks and then you can rest' I thought to myself.

Then suddenly the White House blew up. The sound was defining. I then see people in front of the ruble.

I decide to run into the nearest building and stay there for the night, hoping the people wouldn't find me here. 'Do you think they caused the explosion? Maybe it was just a gas leak... No... That had to of been done with explosives'

I was suddenly snapped out my thoughts by some noises coming from downstairs.

I then heard footsteps coming closer and and the sound of people talking.
I take out my gun and quietly walk to the bedroom door.

I hid next to it, so when the door opened they wouldn't see me until it was to late.

The door then shot open "grab everything you can carry" I see three guys walk into the room. They still haven't noticed me.

I walk up behind the guy who seemed like the groups leader and held a gun to his head. "Drop your weapons" I say.

The other two turn around and point their guns at me. "I said drop your weapons, or I will shoot him!" I yell.

Their leader nods and the two guys lade their guns on the ground.
"Don't shoot him" the guy wearing the camouflage  said.

I then put the gun right up to his skull, about to pull the trigger. But I couldn't do it. I tossed my gun across the room.

"Kill me if you have to, but I can't kill another human being" I looked down, prepared for my death.

But nothing happened, just silence. I looked back up and saw the three guys smiling. "Ok why are you people smiling" I question.

"The names Nick" the guy who I think is the leader walked up and held his hand out. "Umm... (Y/N)" I shook his hand.

"This is Ghetto, and Shark" he pointed to the other two men. "Thank you for not shooting me, it is definitely appreciated" I chuckle a bit.

"Yah no problem. Now can you explain to me why the entire White house just blew up?" I question, crossing my arms.

"Long story" Ghetto steps into the conversation. "And because of that explosion, we are left with no supplies" Shark explained.

"Is everyone in your group ok? I studied medicine for a bit. My Dad wanted me to be a doctor when I was older. So if anyones hurt I will gladly help"

Nick sighed "no one is badly hurt, but if you want you can tag along. Maybe meet the rest of our friends"

"I would love to, I haven't seen another person that didn't want to kill me in a while, and it's actually nice" We all laugh.

"Yah well then you're going to like our group" I smile and follow Nick, Ghetto, and Shark out of the house to meet my new friends.

A/N: this chapter is really crappy, mostly cause I'm just introducing everything, so trust me, it will get a lot better. No joke, the next chapter is bootiefull. So anyways, like, comment, all that stuff and I will talk to you all later.