All My Fault [The Walking Dead fanfic]

When The Dead Come Knocking

I decided to return to my Xbox 360. But it didn't take the disturbing images out of my mind. Nothing was working. I lay in bed with my music blasting in my ears... Still didn't work. I took out my earphones and looked towards my bookshelf. Before I could pick up a book, somebody started knocking at the door. Rolling my eyes, I went to it. I reached for the handle, and the person began thrashing against the door. I quickly grabbed a butter knife from the drawer. I recognised danger was knocking on my door. Opening the door, I blindly lifted the butter knife and a man walked right into it. The knife slid through his eyeball and into his head. He went limp and fell to the floor. This man smelt awful, yet he didn't look like he lived on the streets. His hair actually looked like it was recently washed. But suddenly I felt like this happened before. This man looked somewhat familiar yet I didn't recognise his roughly damaged face. It hit me... This man is in the same condition as the guide. I silently pulled him away from the house, nervous about being seen. When I returned to my house, I turned the doorknob yet it didn't budge. I was locked out.

"Dammit!" I yelled as I kicked the door out of sheer anger.

How could I have let this happened? Now I'm locked out of my own home! But questions yet lingered in my mind. Why was that man at my door? What was he doing? How did he get to be in such rough shape? So many questions and yet no answers. It was maddening. Now I must wait for my parents to return home from work. They should already be home though... What could have happened? It was getting dark and this was a bad day to begin with. I took out my phone once I realised it was in my pocket. I called both mom and dad and no answer... I scrolled through my contacts and noticed Elise's name. I dialled the number and it began to ring.

"Hello?" Elise's voice was a desperate whisper.

"Elise! Can you come get me?" I ask.

"Where are you?" Her voice still in whisper.

"At home... Some guy in rough shape came to my door... I don't really want to talk about it though." I replied.

"I'll be over in a bit. But beware the dead." Elise hung up just after those words.

The dead? So was the person I killed... Already dead? How can I kill a dead person? Or... Is he alive? More questions came into mind and yet there were still no answers. From down the street came Elise; sprinting. Her hair swayed. The long blonde hair stopped at her waist. I loved her hair. Once she got to me, she grabbed my wrist and took me to my door. Once she realised it was locked she was furious.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"The dead are coming... They are coming to eat us." Elise said.

My eyes widened.

"I'll explain later. Let's get somewhere safe."

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Elise took me to her house. By now it was around midnight. She locked the door behind her and we sat at her table.

"Where are your parents?" I ask her.

"Gone..." She said sadly.

"What do you mean?"

"They joined the walking dead. I call them walkers since they only walk and not run." Elise said.

"So, they are dead... How do you kill them?" I ask.

"You got to get them in the brain. Otherwise they will not die. You can stab at their hearts as many times as you'd like... It wouldn't do anything." Elise stated.

"How did this all happen?" I wonder aloud.

"Remember at the hospital?" Elise asked.

"Never stopped thinking about it..."

"Well that's where it all started. You get bit or you get scratched... You become one of those things." Elise said.

"So... I started this? This is all my fault?" I say.

"Don't think like that! It could have happened to anyone." Elise stated.

"But it happened to me..." I said lowly.

Elise looked down at the ground and back up at me.

"Where are your parents?" She asked me.

"Probably dead." I say.

Suddenly, somebody began knocking at the door.

"Is that a walker?" I ask.

"Probably."

I took the knife she held from her hands and reached for the knob. But the knocking stopped and then we heard a loud thud. I opened the door and there stood Ben. And at his feet... A dead walker.