Alone (A 'The Walking Dead Game' Fanfic)

Chapter 1

The one person that cared for me through all of the messed up stuff in this world, dead.

After I shot Lee, I left the city. I went on a search to find Christa and Omid, the only people I really trust and that I know care for me. I still had the disgusting blood Lee smeared on my dress. It smelled horrible but, it protected me.

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I eventually made it out and got out to the county side. No walkers in site. It looked just like the world used to be. Beautiful and pure. I missed the times when you didn't see half dead, have alive people eating each other.

The sun was setting and different colors cascaded the horizon. I took a seat on a log and stared out into it. I checked the gun Lee had given me only to find it empty. I found some bullets on the dirt, picking them up slowly. Sadly enough, they didn't fit the gun.

I was disappointed at the lack of protection I had for myself. I knew now was not the time for self pity, it never is. I knew I had lost anyone that ever cared for me but, some people have it worse. Someone out there does.

I suddenly see to figures in the distance, their bodies blocking out the color and light in the sky behind them. I tried to see who they were. The only two people I could think of was

Christa and Omid.

"Chista! Omid!" I shout out at the figures.

They stop in their paths. They pause for a good 10 seconds then run off.

"Great" I mumble as I kick the dirt.

I take my place back on the log and grab my backpack. I know I shouldn't stay here forever. Walkers would eventually find their way here.

I throw the backpack on to my shoulders and hold my, Lee's technically, gun in my hand. I and anyone could clearly see it was too big for me but, Lee taught me how to shoot. I'm not the best but, I manage.

I get ready for the long walk ahead of me.