Fear The Walking Dead Fanfic

Part l

Troy and Nick fly down the empty and straight road on a type of Harley motorcycle. Troy is in the front, driving the bike, with a big smile on his face, and Nick is holding on to Troy's shoulders, with a worried, but not surprised, expression on his face.

"Whoo! Hoo! Fuck yea, Nicky!" Troy yells in excitement.

"Troy! I think we should slow down!" Nick shouts.

He looks to the right side of Troy's shoulders to see the speed the Harley is driving. Troy is taller than him so Nick is not able to see over his shoulders.

Troy is driving 110 miles an hour down the road. He laughs loudly when he sees Nick notice the speed.

"110 miles-" Troy starts, but then waits, like ten seconds. "120 miles per hour now! We-are-having fun!"

"Troy! This is great and all-but, if we crash we're kind of screwed! We don't want to die today, remember?!" Nick yells to him.

"Ugh! Fine!" Troy responds, slowing down to 50 miles per hour.

"This ain't as fun!" he comments.

"I- I agree. But- did you want us both dead?" Nick replies.

Troy slows way down. Until the Harley is parked on the right side of the road. They both get off the motorcycle and look at each other.

"What?" Nick asks, knowing he had something to say.

Troy smiles once again and then it slowly fades away.

"We could've died if I kept going," he says.

Nick smiles, then cheers, "Oh. But that was a fucking blast!"

They both hug each other. In the forest to the right side beside them, they hear a couple of growls. Infected. Before the two friends can say anything to each other, the.. 3 infected are out in the ditch and walking towards them. One has blond and long hair all the way down to her butt, and seems pretty short. She has a small scar on her left cheek. The other two are-were guys and looked pretty similar. They are average height, thin, with short brown hair, white-the only difference is one of them had a ton of blood surrounding it's neck and the other did not.

Nick uses his throwing star he found the night before. He's never used one before but thinks he can throw pretty good. He throws it at one of them, as they keep walking in front of each together, and hits the girl with the long blond hair in the center of her forehead. It is stuck in her forehead now, but she keeps coming.

"Darn it," Nick adds.

He then takes out his silver semi-automatic pistol and shoots the blonde in the forehead. Troy has out his black, also semi-automatic pistol and shoots the infected with no blood around his neck in the right eye. Nick shoots the third infected just below the nose.

Nick, then, spots a small brown box behind a tree up ahead a little ways in the woods.

"Hey. I wonder what's in there. Let's go check it out, shall we?" Nick points, turning to Troy.

"Yeah. I got your back," Troy agrees.

They both have out their semi-automatic pistols still. Nick nods to Troy and takes the lead. Troy follows, looking around to see if any enemies are within sight. Nick gets to the box and opens it.

A bunch of infected growls are heard from behind them then. Troy has his gun pointing his gun at where the sounds are coming from.

"Nick. Hurry up, man," Troy tells him.

"A letter? And empty pill bottles," Nick says, taking the items and motioning to Troy to follow him.

Nick runs ahead and heads towards the ditch. They get there only to find more infected who now noticed them and were coming.

They look at one another.

Troy uses his semi-automatic first, and starts shooting. Nick does the same till they're all clear.

They run out to their motorcycle, Troy again driving, and Nick behind.

"Go straight and keep adventuring or get back to the group?" Troy asks, not caring as long as they leave this woods.

"Back to the group!" Nick answers.

"Not just yet, fuckers," declares a low voice behind them.

They turn around to see a thin, black, guy aiming an A.K. 47 at them. He sees the infected following, but doesn't seem to care.

"Really?" Troy questions.

"Yeah, motherfucker. You want your head blown off, I'll do it. Or maybe your friend's. I just want that motorcycle, so get the hell off," he threatens.

"No, no, no. We can simply just make a trade," Nick offers.

"Yeah, your motorcycle and whatever else you got, for your heads. Would that be a deal?" he responds.

"Alright! Let's get off, Troy", Nick answers. "Troy-"

They come off of the bike.

The man gets on the bike, starting it up.

"Do you usually do that to people?" Nick questions.

The guy narrows his eyes at him. "You gotta do what you have too. See ya' later."

Nick and Troy watch as he leaves straight.

Nick takes a deep breath. Troy doesn't move.

"There was a cabin about a mile ahead of the garage. We could check it out and stay till morning," Troy states.

"Okay," Nick declares.

AN: Hi! This is my first story, so sorry if it's not what you expect. Warning: there will be shipping in this story. No smut, but kissing and such. Hope you enjoyed this! I'll try to update as soon as I can. Also, the images in the collage are not mine. Credit to the owners(I don't remember the names).

-Mel