Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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Hey guys! Here's chapter 1, I'm excited because it took me forever to write HAH

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SKYE

My aching feet pushed forward as I walked on the highway under the dying sun, still on the same mission of trying to find something or someone. Every breath racked in my lungs like fire and burned my insides, for I felt that each attempt to suck life and oxygen inside my fragile body was useless, and it hurt with every motion. I was so tired, even the sun noticed my weariness.

Suddenly though, I tore my exhausted eyes from my shuffling feet to something I had been longing to see since I lost every one I cared about four months ago.

It was a neighborhood. It was a place with houses, food, supplies. A place to sleep.

I let out an incredulous sigh and felt my eyes prick with distant, unspilled tears at the appearance of something good. I hadn't found a place with supplies in two months. I stopped at the turnoff into the dimmed neighborhood and held a heavy, single breath as I observed the pavement lined with about a dozen buildings. My blue orbs were wide, staying on high alert for walkers or possible danger as I stepped down the center of the narrow road. I always felt on edge; my eyes always wide and chilling, my heart always accelerated, my senses always burning, and my survival instincts always raging.

The houses looked abandoned, their windows dark and empty. The two story homes stood before the narrow road like giants, their facades hallow and isolated because no one accompanied them. They stared down on the street, whistling with empty chances and forgotten life that used to occupy their interior. But now, they were hollow.

Oak trees hung over the cracked road like a canopy, limbs showering dry leaves onto the dark street. Streaks and whispers of hopeless light danced between the trees' drooping branches as twilight fell upon the dead neighborhood. Cars were parked and abandoned; fences were crushed and twisted; papers, trash, and old, rusted blood found its' way across the face of the pavement as I walked forward. Every house was surround by overgrown grasses and weeds, the street looking like a forest.

The neighborhood was malnourished and under-appreciated to the world now. Appearance didn't matter, though; your survival did, and it was the same for the trees. Everything looked dead anyways.

I only went to the second house on the left, not seeing an obvious reason to venture further, and stopped in front of a two story building, a few windows lining the rooftop. It looked secure and untouched, no doors or windows bashed in. A front sided porch was against the face of the house and small overgrown bushes decorated the yard, weeds sprouting up here and there. It would do; I wasn't looking for a mansion, just a place to escape the outside world's curses-- walkers.

I flipped my frizzy blonde hair out of my face with a puff of determination. The night was drawing strong, so I inhaled deeply and walked down the cobble stone path to the front porch to enter the large, hopefully empty building.

My hand went to the golden doorknob, and I turned it, cursing to myself quietly when it ended up being locked. "Can you catch a break?" I murmured to myself darkly.

I was unlucky on scales beyond count, and I had stopped counting my curses a long time ago. Not wanting to draw unneeded or lethal attention, I decided to try and find another entrance that was unlocked and wouldn't require me breaking the door down.