Prologue.

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  *Availiah's POV*

       

         "Morning Availiah!" Sophia cheered. I smiled down at my 12 year old cousin. "Mornin' Soph." I said in return. I bent down slightly, giving her a hug. As we pulled away, my aunt Carol stood in the dining room doorway with a big smile spread across her lips. I chuckled softly and gave Sophia a high-five. I walked up to Carol and smiled sheepishly. "Breakfast?" She asked, loud enough for Sophia to hear. I nodded softly and Sophia pretended to spazz. "Food!!" She yelled. "Shhh!" I giggled. "Natalie is sleeping still!" I added. The show Sophia was watching, turning into 'Breaking News.' Carol, Sophia, and I watched the TV closely. There was a series of beeping before a warning was said. "Warning! Everyone stay INSIDE your house, and close all doors and windows, making sure they're lo-" The lady was interrupted by Sophia turning TV off. "M-Mommy... W-What's that..?" She stammered, pointing to something making it's way to the living room.

        "Sophia... Go upstairs and grab your emergency gun, and get down here QUICKLY." Carol ordered. I ran to mine and my sister's room in the back of the hallway corridor and grabbed my M16A4, my pistol, and my hunting knives. When i walked back into the living room, I heard Sophia scream from upstairs. Carol and I exchanged glances, and my sister walked out of her room, a tired look on her face. "What the hell was that?" She asked hastily. I run upstairs into Sophia's room and covered my mouth. Her screams died down only for me to see that she was devoured by a flesh-eating creature. I looked at it and realized; Zombie apocalypse. I grabbed my knife from my pocket and stabbed the thing in the head, watching it fall completely dead onto the floor of Sophia's room. I opened the window, and threw it outside. I looked up onto the road and saw tons of them.

        

        I began to cry as I ran downstairs. My aunt looked at me. "What is it?" She asked. "She...She's...Dead..." I stammered. Carol and Natalie's expressions changed as Carol began to cry. "Shhh. She's in a better place.." Natalie cooed. Carol nodded and wiped her tears. I looked at my sister. "But..She was bitten...She may come back as one of them.." I said, looking down. I shook it off and looked back up. "We need to get out of here and go find Uncle Ed." I ordered. My sister nodded, quickly grabbing her bow. We walked out of the door quickly, heading to Carol's car. I got in the drivers seat and drove off to my aunt's husband's house. I ordered for Carol to stay outside while my sister and I go in. "If you feel the need to leave at anytime because it feels dangerous, go ahead. We'll find ya, okay?" I said to Carol. She nodded and leaned against the car. Natalie and I opened the door and walked in slowly and quietly. "You go upstairs and check, I'll look down here." I said softly. Natalie nodded and walked up to the bedrooms. I walked through the corridor and checked the living room, dining room, bathroom, and kitchen. I entered the pantry and grabbed some canned food, placing it in my bag. I grabbed empty water bottles and filled them with water from the faucet.

        My sister came down the stairs and stood in the kitchen, watching me. "Anything down here?" She asked. "Nothing but food. i grabbed some. How bout up there?" I asked in return. "Nothing. He isn't here." She said, looking down. I nodded and walked to the front door. "Anythin' you wanna bring along with us?" I asked. Natalie shrugged and took the photo album that had our family pictures in it. "This?" I asked. She nodded. "Okay.." I said, confused. She smiled. I grabbed my bag and opened the door and didn't see our aunt. "Looks like we'll have to find her." I said.

        "Here goes nothin'."

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        Yes, It's short. It's a prologue. Most of the prologue's in a TWD fanfiction aren't to long because it just explains how they meet ther group. The chapters will be longer I promise. Hope you like this story. It's my first, with the help of my friend.(:

~NotAlone

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