Infectious - A TWD fanfiction

One- Strangers

Sitting in a dimly lit room, illuminated only by a candle found in a store last time I went out for supplies, I let a small sigh escape my lips as I reach for the only untouched book left in this nearly empty house. I find it weird how in only a few months, the world has gone to shit. One day I'm at school trying to fight boredom, the next I'm out in the streets trying to fight biters.
The sound of biters outside fills my ears as I read the book by candle light. I'm reading "Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets", a good book from a great series. Before all of this I had read the first book so I guess it's a great time to read the second. My brother would always give me shit for reading all the time because it made me seem like a total nerd, but I never really minded.

After a while everything went almost silent. The biters had gone somewhere and everything was just... peaceful. Almost like before all of this happened. There wasn't a single noise outside the window, suspicious.
I get up and walk to the window, parting the dark curtains fractionally and looking out. Not a single biter in sight. I open the curtain a little more and look around through the window, and that's when I noticed it. The massacre of bodies laid out on the paved ground outside the window. The biters didn't skulk off, they were killed. But by who? I open the curtain a slither more and finally notice the massive Jeep parked up on the road, headlights on but no one inside.
A few knocks erupt from the front door and I instantly turn my attention to the door of the room I've taken refuge in. Someone knows this house isn't empty.
"Hello?! We know you're in there! Come out!" A loud, gruff voice yells out.

My heart begins to pound in my chest as I feel my shaking legs begin to walk towards the door. My mind goes blank with a conflict of whether to stay silent and hide or to answer and see what they want. My thoughts are quickly interrupted by the feeling of my hand wrapping around the front door handle. Somehow I had managed to blank the whole time it took me to get from the bedroom to the front door.
I open the door and am greeted by an intimidating male figure. He looks down at me with a stern glare, his chapped lips curling into a menacing smirk.
"Ah, hello son." He leans against the doorway.
"H-hi." Is all I manage to spit out, my head spinning.
"What might your name be? You look awfully young to be by yourself."
"I-I'm Ash. And for your information I'm fifteen."
I made that sound like fifteen is the right age to be living alone. Why would I make it sound that way? Damnit Ash, stop being stupid.

"You're very young nevertheless." The male states coldly.
"Roger, I think we should go. The dead are coming, and we're too tired to keep fighting them." A woman speaks up from just behind the male, who I suppose is Roger.
"A second Violet. Grab a bag, son. We'll be leaving momentarily, and we would believe you would want to join us, at least for the night. The dead are very rowdy tonight."

I nod and walk back inside, grabbing a bag. I use around the house grabbing clothes, books, food, water, my laptop, cell phone, and my two chargers. I shove them inside and make sure the electronics and chargers are at the bottom. Roger walks in the room and leans against the doorway.

"We have food, water, and power. Just so you know." He says.
"You live in a community?" I ask, confused as to how they'd have power.
"Yeah. We live in a small community, walls and houses for each person, and we're always welcoming new people in to our family."

A small smile grows on my lips. I nod and swung my bag over my shoulder, walking with Roger out to the massive jeep outside where Violet, I think her name is, was waiting for us. I pull a book from my bag and in seconds we're off with a loud roar from the engine.