Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead in any way whatsoever.
Author's Notes: Well, this was originally intended to be a duo project between HyRool and me but our ideas kind of diverged apart from one another... and here we are. While he writes Seven Days, I will write this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Much love,
~SAYONARA~
This story is going to be about Sam's group that leaves in Seven Days. I give all the credit to Sam Lee for writing this story. Thank you Sam for letting me post this story here.
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"Joanne, do you have any more water on you? My canteen's out."
"Sorry Faith. I'm bone dry over here as well."
Faith sighed as she slung her canteen back onto her shoulder. Retightening her fingerless gloves, Faith nodded glumly, walking along.
It all started with an innocent vacation with a several friends up towards San Francisco. It was planned for a long time. Sam had planned the trip from the beginning, being one of the older members in the group of friends. When the trip started, the group didn't have a care in the world. The trip was meant to be a reunion for most of her close friends, who hadn't seen each other in several years, and a time when everyone could play catch up with one another.
It was MEANT to be...
It has been weeks, months has it?, since the world Faith lived had turned into a living nightmare. The dead rose from the streets, tearing apart the living. Faith was in San Francisco with her friends when Hell struck Earth. For the first couple days, the group held on, sticking together as one. But the apocalypse started to take its toll on everyone, some worse than others.
Kenny was the first to go. Not go as in to opt out. He didn't kill himself. Instead, he lost himself in this world. All the humanity that was once inside of him disappeared along with the normalness of the rest of the world. It was as if this world was meant for him. Kenny left the group soon after, telling everyone that clinging onto morals and humanity would only bring the inevitable:
Death.
They never saw Kenny after that. He didn't take anything but his iron pipe with him. Soon, the group started to fall apart. Panic spread like wildfire, consuming the minds of the unready.
That was when Sam suggested getting out of San Francisco. To seek refuge somewhere else. The group didn't know what to do at first. Simply trying to survive in the city was a fight everyday but to try and escape? That was surely suicide. Sam and Paul butted heads. Paul insisted that there was nothing for them outside of the city and that the safest bet was to stay put and let the government make its run across the country. Sam said that it was never going to happen. People had to take sides and eventually the group split. Half followed Sam out of San Francisco whereas the others stayed behind with Paul.
Even though she thought it was crazy, Faith still found herself following Sam out of the city anyway. She still had no idea how they had managed it but they escaped from the clutches of the urban landscape and fell back into suburbia. From then on, Faith and the group thought that things would now finally turn for the better. She wanted to agree.
But that simply wasn't so. Not in this world.
While camping out for the night, the group was attacked by a wandering horde. It was nothing like Faith had ever seen before. In the cities, the dead were scattered, shuffling around by themselves. But out here, they seemed to have a horde instinct, all attacking relentlessly until all sustenance was devoured. Their group wasn't an exception. Faith had barely made it out alive from the attack. She miraculously found Joanne in the pitch of night and the two made a run for it. Faith had no idea whether her group survived the attack or not. She would never know. It made Faith wonder whether she made the right choice of leaving the city after all.
