Lost//Walking Dead and 5SOS Crossover

Chapter 1

I was stumbling across the muddy plains, following behind Ashlyn as fast as I could. I tripped into the mud earlier, in the process I encased my entire foot with dusty and watery mud, along the bottom half of my waist. There was a wooden fence in front of Ashlyn.

"Kristine! You're too damn slow!" Ashlyn complained.

I jerked my head back to see there was no sign of walkers that were in pursuit of us. I looked back to see that Ashlyn was already over the fence.

"It's not tall, c'mon." she said.

I tossed my backpack over and threw myself over the fence. It reminded me of recess at school, I would always climb and jump all over the place.

We picked up our luggage and proceeded to venture along the plains. In the horizon lied a farmstead with multiple buildings bordering the premise.

"Kristine, get your axe ready this time. I don't feel like sprinting all over the place." Ashlyn warned me.

"Oh shut the hell up. You got their attention, I had nothing to do with it." I explained.

We silently walked across the hilly plain. The sun began setting. We both looked at each other to acknowledge the fact that it would be dark soon. I could be heard muttering "...I hope this place has stuff..." We both hoped that the farmstead would obtain some kind of supply. "Hang on." I said.

We both remained at a halt, I twisted my backpack around and maneuvered it in front of me. I opened it to check the supply status.

"We're down to three cans of ravioli, a pack of bandages, a box of matches..."

I was rearranging my inventory to reveal hidden items.

"...a hammer, and two bottles of Sprite."

I zipped up my backpack and saw Ashlyn doing the same thing. Ashlyn's bag was larger, therefore her abundance of supplies would be greater.

"I have a six-pack of water, eight of those protein bar things, and two packs of Ramen. Crap, I guess that's okay for now."

Ashlyn glanced up at the nearby wooden structure.

"Alright, let's go."

We grew uneasy and nervous approaching the first shack. It showed great age, with peeled paint and musty texture. There were two busted windows on each side. We began moving for tbe nearest entrance, which was the back door. We watched cautiously and ready. Ashlyn quietly opened the door to reveal a dark, run down room with a broken couch and other furniture with no importance. The light from windows and the open door only revealed small sections of the tiny shack. Ashlyn walked in, I followed. I reached for the door and I felt a sudden jerk. A walker went for me.

I let out a blood curdling cry. My hand was soaked and torn. My middle and index finger were torn off by the undead. I fell back outside, grabbed my hand, and in shock, I stared at it mindlessly. In the meantime, Ashlyn was beating the walker to death with a wood board that was conveniently placed beside the door. I was lying down in pain, in daze of old memories of kindergarten, my family, social events...

"Kristine. Kristine..."

Ashlyn looked at me. I could tell she was overwhelmed with immense pain and agony.

"Bullshit Kristine, I'm gonna do it. I have to do it. Lay out your arm."

I began crying. Ashlyn grabbed my axe from the ground and yelled, "GIVE ME YOUR FREAKING ARM, KRISTINE."

Ashlyn grew teary eyed and nervous. I wanted to give up. I was still crying on the floor, shaking ym swelled up, bload-soaked arm. Ashlyn looked at my sweaty and teary face.

"I just want...I just wanna go home..." I managed to mutter.

There was no time left, and I was at my breaking point.

*CHOP*