Prologue

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Y/N P.O.V

I got woken up by my mom telling me it's time for school. Even I don't feel like going to school I know I have to.

I got up from the bed and start stretching. I take the outfit I'm planning to wear today (pic above). I proceed to the bathroom and take a quick shower.

Once I'm done I went downstairs to the kitchen. " morning sweetie~" "morning Mom" I eat my breakfast, F/M (Favourite meal). "I'm done Mom, I'll be going now " " hold on a Sec sweetie " she said while leaving the room, I'm assuming to take something. She comeback holding something inside a black case. It's pretty Long "take this with you sweetie, I feel something is wrong" "what is this Mom?" "It's your dad's katana and archery set" "what?! Why am I suppose to bring this?" "Just bring it sweetie, I have a bad feeling" we kept arguing but then I give in "fine. But why katana and archery though?" "You're quite an expert using Katana and you're a pretty good aim, so I think it's perfect for you" "okay then" I took the katana from her and left the house.

Time-skip

The class has started about 15 minutes ago, I'm lucky to have arrive on time. I didn't really pay attention to the class I just look outside the window. I felt someone tapping my shoulder, I turn to see my Bestfriend, Bf/N (bestfriend name). " you should really pay attention to class, Y/N " she Whisper to me. " why should I? It's just a review on what we learned last week and I pretty much understand them " " okay... If you say so "

I turn my attention back to outside the window, when something catches my attention. I watch people running away just outside our school gate and people biting each other. Those people look sick. Almost like a... zombie.

I started to panic and stand up abruptly catching everyone's attention. " Ms. L/N state your reason for disturbing my class " the teacher demand. I'm too shock to say anything I just pointed outside.

The teacher when to the window and saw what I'm pointing. The next thing I know is everything turn chaotic.

" evacuate immediately. Stay calm and get out of the class carefully " we heard the speaker of our principal. I kept thinking 'is this what mom's feeling? Lucky I bring weapon' I grab my back which is filled with my weapon. I took out my katana and sling my back which has my archery, and my school back.

I grab Bf/N hand and drag her with me "Y/N, where'd you get that" she said while gesturing my katana. " Mom told me to bring this saying she has a bad feeling. Well... Turns out she's right. Now stay close to me Bf/N " she nod and we ran outside.

We're running down the stair when one of those thing grab Bf/N and took a bite of her arms. Luckily it was only one walker. I cut of the head and it dropped dead.

I cradle her in my arms whilst crying. "You can't leave me, Bf/N. You're the only friend I had " I cried while putting pressure on her wound trying desperately to stop. then I heard a Whisper. Telling me to say a sentence what seems like a spell and I followed "seeing through the darkest night. At the end of the road is a light. Let those light heal the wounded soul (sorry if it sucks, I can't create a spell so just go with it XD) " then all the sudden there's a bright glow from my hand. When the glow died down I was shock from what I saw.

The bite wound is no where to be seen like she's never even bitten in the first place. She looks at me "how'd you do that" "I-I had no idea, I just hear a Whisper telling me to say it" I pulled her to her feet, I give her my pocket knife that I always bring with me so she could defend herself and ran outside the school. After using that spell I felt a bit dizzy "Y/N, your nose!! It's bleeding" I touch my nose and indeed it is bleeding. But only for a few minutes. Ignoring the dizziness we continue to run. The dizziness finally subside and we can see my house not too far.

I ran to my house to see the doors open. I hold my sword in defensive mode and enters my house. I went to the living room and what I saw brought tears to my eyes. Bloods everywhere and there's at least 5 walkers tearing and devouring my Mother. Bf/N came in after and she stops dead in her track. I tighten my grip on my katana and screamed. The walkers attention turns to me and start walking towards me.

I slash them one by one. Then I went to my Mom to see her dead. I try the spell again but this time nothing happens I guess it only works for them whose on verge of death by the walkers. I stood up only to collapse back on my knees. Bf/N came to me and hug me.

"ssshh, I'm here Y/N. Don't cry, your mom wouldn't want to see you like this, you have to stay strong" I continue to cry and clutch her shirt crying on her shoulder. I finally calmed down and stood up.

I went to my room to pack my stuff, since we can't stay here anymore. As I was about to zip my luggage I notice a number tattooed on the back of my right hand. "Ten" I mumbled. I head no idea what that means so I just shrug it of. Then, I went to my dad office knowing he had more weapons, I pack 2 katana and more arrows. I grab a sheet of fabric and cover my mom "rest in peace, Mom. Thanks for everything. I love you. Goodbye" I say as a tear escape my eyes. I hand one katana to Bf/N so she can defend herself better than using the pocket knife.

We got out of the house and went to grab Bf/N stuff in her house.

Once we done we went away luckily we have a bicycle so we don't have to go by foot and we can go faster to escape the walkers.

This is my journey of surviving the apocalypse, I know Mom would want me to survive so that's what I'm gonna do. Surviving is my top priority and I'll use my power wisely. Though something is bothering me.

'What's the number in my hand means?' Was what on my mind during the journey.

And that was 3 years ago...

*to be continued*

A/N: that's it for this part. Sorry if it's shitty. I wanna make a different story since none have made this type of story so I thought why not make one. Hope you like it. I present this story for TWD fans. And Chandler Riggs lovers. More parts coming up. Bye!!!

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