The Walking Dead: God's Fallen Angel (Prequel)

Episode One: The Room No One Goes In

*A/N: If you haven't read the description, I highly advise you do. That's all, now on with the story.*

Dejonté's POV

Three years before the outbreak.

Chicago, IL
Giles Middle School

DeMarcus: "Hey DJ, you trying run a pick up game."

Me and DeMarcus just got out of our boring history class and we're now on break. We both usually decide to walk in the hallways before choosing whether if we want to eat for lunch or go outside for recess.

Dejonté: "The last time we ran a basketball game together is when you got crossed out of your sneakers and everyone was laughing at you. I'll pass bro."

DeMarcus: "Dude, I keep telling you my Nikes weren't ankle supported."

Dejonté: "More like they weren't on life supported."

DeMarcus: "Well at least I know I can shoot my shot unlike you with Katie."

DeMarcus is a real idiot. But I can't say much about him because I claim him as my best homie. We've been together since kindergarten. One time when we were in fifth grade, we took this huge spelling test and he stole the answer sheet from the teacher without her knowing and gave everyone the answers. You can say he's more street smart than school smart.

Anyways, we're both 13 years old in our last month of 7th grade. And let's just say me trying to pass 7th grade...was a struggle due to my life after school.

Dejonté: "Okay, first off I don't even like her so let's get that out the way. Two, she's a weirdo. Three, her grandpa is an over protective rasict asshole."

DeMarcus: "But her grandpa shouldn't effect what you REALLY think about her."

Dejonté: "What I really want to do is stay away from her as much as possible. I got enough drama back home."

DeMarcus: "Yeah, yeah. Save it for someone you're actually going to tell your problems to."

Dejonté: "Fine. Whatever then."

DeMarcus then gives me a cheap ass glare before changing the topic.

DeMarcus: "So, did you hear about what happened to Sean's parents? They died last week."

Dejonté: "Damn...that's tragic."

If only he knew...

DeMarcus: "Anyways are you going outside for Recess or are you staying inside for lunch."

Dejonté: "Bro, it's mashed potato Monday. No one wants that nasty shit."

DeMarcus: "Well you do you. I'm hungry."

Dejonté: "Dope. I'll see you later."

We both split ways and I started to go outside and see all the other kids out there as well. The sun is beaming down my face and I had to use my hand to cover my eyes so I wouldn't be blind from the sunlight.

I really needed time to myself. I'm a 13 year old boy working for a gang while trying to balance school at the same time. I've been at this for 3 years and it's the same routine every...damn...day. But it's always funny how it never gets any easier.

I was posted up on a wall looking inside my backpack. I skip pass all my notebooks and folders I have for school so I can reach for the bread and butter. I have the pills, cocaine, all i need is to pick up the grass at home and I'll be good to sell this off. I also need to get my gun from the house too...just in case.