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Chapter 1: Found.

THIS IS A ' THE WALKING DEAD ' FANFICTION : Carl Grimes.

( A/N - All characters belong to The Walking Dead director, Frank Darabont. Other characters such as Rebecca and her puppy Cookie are made from my imagination as well as the scenes that happen with it. )

In this book everything that has happened in season 1-4, has happened in this book besides the fact that in this book they all found each other and now stay in a museum. ( They have not been captured by those people and used for a sacrifice * last few episodes of season 4 * ) <- oops spoiler x3

Warning: CARL HAS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ATTITUDE IN THIS BOOK! SO PLEASE DON'T MAKE COMMENTS ON WHY HE'S RUDE!

Thank you.

OH AND BETH HASN'T BEEN CAPTURED. I want her in it for a bit. :)

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Chapter 1:

Rebecca's heart was beating at a quick pace. She didn't want to die like this--getting ripped open and eaten by one of the many zombies that were currently chasing her. She'd rather have a bullet to the head then let one of those things take a bite out of her organs.

Her breathing was unsteady and she had no clue as to where she was going. It seemed like the more she ran, the more zombies she would attract to herself anyway. Although the zombies were slow, speed made no difference due to the fact that Rebecca couldn't afford to run for her life. She was slow and clumsy, her legs and arms felt like jelly.

The wind blew in her face and her knotted brown hair flew in all sorts of directions, becoming one huge ball that had no choice but to trail behind her.

In her arms was her puppy, Cookie. He was lightweight in Rebecca's hold and obviously didn't understand the concept of what was happening. He continuously barked at the zombies as he and Rebecca whizzed in and out of the trees.

'Keep going, Rebecca! You can do this. Don't fail now', she chanted to herself. Within eye range now, she could see a road and a few blurry houses. It was a perfect place to stop at for now.

Rebecca hugged Cookie closer to her chest and picked up her speed a little. Every second she was getting closer and closer to safety. Behind her she could hear the gurgling noises of the dead and that urged her to keep going.

Once Rebecca's feet hit the flat ground of pavement it was slightly easier to run on then the bumpy dirty back in the tree land.

"We did it Cookie, we're safe!" She breathed and slowed down to a jogging pace. The walkers were further away but still continued to drag themselves in the same direction.

Rebecca first walked over to a little cottage. It had a few holes in the porch deck so she slowly walked around them, aware of the consequences if she fell through.

The door seemed like it was jammed, no matter how hard she banged on it and kicked it, it didn't budge.

The walkers were closer now and there wasn't much time left until she would get caught. Before she ran off the deck she picked up a long piece of wood, careful to not drop Cookie and held it close to her body as weapon.

The next little house was a very old one. The windows were cracked and blood was all over the slightly opened door. It was this house or death, for her and Cookie.

'Thank god we don't need to fail at busting this door open, it's already been done for us.' Her conscience kicked in. Rebecca held the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, it was time to be serious.

Her grip on the wooden plank tightened as well as her grip on Cookie. Cookie started barking as Rebecca got closer to the door. It only meant one thing--something was inside.