The Walking Anarchy

Looking Back

Looking back, it felt so cliche. It was just like every stupid horror movie they had ever watched. A new sickness seemed to be traveling around. Everyone thought it was just a new strain of the flu, something they couldn't figure a cure for yet. It was something that doctor's hadn't seen before. As soon as a person got it, they would get a fever, then hours later the chills would start. It was only a matter of time before the fever was so high that the body couldn't take it anymore. There was never enough time to prepare the funerals after death. The bodies arose too quickly. The infection began to spread quickly across the country. Major cities were hit the hardest. Large populations packed together meant more feeding for the dead.

Once the infection begins to spread, everyone is worried what to do. There are those rushing to the shores, stealing any boat and ship they can. Then there are those who think they can take on the dead. Stupid souls. The news reported looting and mass hysteria. While everyone was running around, trying their best to get everything they could in sight, the men of SAMCRO stayed put. They weren't sure what was going on but they had gathered their families and held up in the clubhouse. Thankfully, Gemma had always kept the place stocked. As soon as the news started talking of the dead walking the street, they closed the garage and began to move what they could into the clubhouse. They spent much of the first weeks reinforcing the fence surrounding the area and keeping watch from the roof. No one knew how long this would go on but they tried their best to stay safe.

Looking back, they wondered why they had waited so long to really start preparing. Jax stayed on the roof, overlooking the street. It had been a few months since the crazies took over. No one really knew what started but the virus quickly spread. The first news report was about a strange type of flu, something akin to rabies and madcow. It wasn't until the news went on about the victim's dying and coming back that anyone really started to prepare. How could you expect the stories of movies and horror stories to actually become real?

Jax looked across the street and signaled to the others. The coast was clear at the moment and they could make their way back over to be with the group. Sighing, Jax signaled to the group below and then steadied his gun. He had so many thoughts running through his mind but he knew at this moment, he had to concentrate. He watched through the scope as Juan and Happy made their way from the other buildings and ran back to the garage. How long would they be able to live like this? Stealing what they could from the other buildings to keep their own strong? How long could they survive running across the roofs to keep an eye on the area? Jax could admit to himself that this was way beyond what any of them could even imagine being prepared for and he worried what this meant for the future of his family.

Inside the clubhouse below, Gemma was busy moving between the families gathered in the main room. She was tired, more than she ever remembered feeling before. She was trying her best to keep everyone safe and sane, the latter of the two remained her greatest challenge. This had been the longest that they had been holed up in the clubhouse. Even during lockdowns, she had the freedom to move around and go outside. Now, if it wasn't one of the ones going on patrol or a run for supplies, everyone stayed inside. Gemma looked around and noticed that many of the women had split off in the room - each trying their best to keep their children entertained. Gemma made her way over to Tara and smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to little Abel and Thomas's heads. "It'll be time for dinner soon, take the kids to Lin and have her watch them so you can come help me." Gemma didn't wait for Tara to answer as she turned and made her way toward the kitchen. The two had never got along but Gemma could admit that she was trying her best. The close quarters had made everyone tense and so they all made a promise to keep distances and not fight; given the conflicting personalities under one roof provided to make this their worst challenge.