AN:This is chapter one of my Walking Dead story. I figured I should post in on here as a promotion of the season premire on Sunday. So please enjoy. PS. this is also on my quizilla account that's under the same user name as my Wattpad account. Also, R&R is appreciated.
I follow Shane Walsh and the others away from the highway. We recently found out that Atlanta isn’t safe. I look down at my niece in the passenger seat. She wipes away a few tears that fell down her cheeks. I smile at her before looking back at the road.
“Hey kiddo. I know this all looks bad, but Shane and Lori won’t let anything happen to us. OK KJ?” I say, trying to cheer her up. KJ looks up at me.
“Do you think Uncle Matt and Uncle Nick are OK?” She asks, concerned about everyone else in our family except for herself.
“I don’t know.” I say, shaking my head. We sit in silence. KJ is so much like her mother. She looks just like her, she acts like her, except she’s got her courage from her dad. I wipe away the tear that fell down my own cheek. I got to stay strong for her.We are lucky that our family friends, Shane, Lori, and her son, Carl, found us. They’re bringing us to the camp where they have been staying at near a quarry since this whole zombie-apocalypse bullshit started. I look at KJ again who is staring out the window. I decided to start singing a song, hoping it will help her get her mind off of the nightmare that’s going on around us.
“I’ll put a message in a bottle and I’ll throw it across the sea. You’re the lock and included is the key.Along with a bunch of X’s and O’s. Lord knows that you can’t get enough of those. You’re super-cali-fradu-listic-expealidocously cute. Sweeter than a 12 pack. Surreal, but I know this isn’t a dream. We go good together just like coffee and cream.” She looks at me with a small smile, and starts singing along with me.
“Great, googally moogally. Is she a movie star? And is your dad a robber? I saw him go, way up high, past the sky, he grab the stars and put the twinkle in your eyes. I’ll put a message in a bottle and I’ll throw it across the sea. You’re the lock and included is the key.Along with a bunch of X’s and O’s. Lord knows that you can’t get enough of those. You’re super-cali-fradu-listic-expealidocously cute. Sweeter than a 12 pack. Surreal, but I know this isn’t a dream. We go good together just like coffee and cream.” (I’m not going to type out all of the lyrics. Sorry.) I pull up next to Shane’s jeep as we finish singing. I turn off the engine of the pick-up truck. I grab our bags out of the extended cab. I take out the pistol my dad gave me when I was 16. And the bayonet sword that I took off of the gun my grandpa kept from World War II. We walk towards the rest of the group. I stop KJ.
“Hey kiddo, look at me. You’re 12 now. Which means you know how to respect the adults around here, right?” I ask her with a slight stern tone to my voice.
“Yes Izzy.” She says while nodding.
“Good, so you better respect them OK?” I say. She nods in response, before we head towards everyone.
Shane walks up to the group.
“Alright gang. We have a couple more additions to the group. I know these girls. They’re good people. This is Izzy.” He says. I wave as he says my name.
