Living For A Reason - The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Home Sweet Home

"Jane," I whistled to her and nodded my head forward. She turned and looked ahead.

Jane's theory was right. There was a house at the end of the car trail, a small wooden house secluded in the wooded area. We slowly crept up to the house, weapons in hand in case something decided to pop out on us.

"To your right." Jane whispered to me.

I looked to my right to see a walker. A fully grown man, or what used to be a man. Now, he's rotted and hideous, with a bite taken out of his neck covered in dried up blood. I scrunched up my nose as it slowly identified Jane and I to be humans and started limping our way.

I started walking towards the walker to plunge my pocket knife into its skull, when something unexpected happened.

"Amelia!" Jane yelled with wide eyes. I turned around quickly to see why she was yelling. She pointed to my left. "Walker!"

Before I could turn back around, the walker was on top of me. It grabbed my shirt, put all of it's weight on me and knocked me to the ground, my knife flying out of my hand away from me in the process. The walker fell on top of me, it's face slowly inching closer and closer to mine. I pushed up on its chest, brought my feet underneath it and kicked it off of me. I watched as it stumbled backwards and fell.

I took this as my chance. As it struggled to crawl back towards me, I felt around on the ground for my knife.

Shit! Where is it?

I scrambled around trying to find my knife before the walker tried to bite me. I felt it's hands grip around my ankle, it's moans getting louder the closer it's mouth got to my leg.

I screamed, kicking it in the face to get it's hands off of me. I hurried to get to my feet before it did and ran over to it. I stomped my foot onto its skull, but it still kept coming. I stomped on it again, it's head getting weaker as I hit it. I stomped one last time and it's head cracked open, blood splattering all over my shoes.

I stared at the blood of the mangled walker and felt queasy. I leaned over, turned away, and threw up onto the ground. I wiped my mouth and I looked up from the walker's skull to find Jane. She was standing at the walker's feet, her gun pointing at it's head. The first walker we had seen was behind her with a knife hole in its forehead.

"Holy shit.." I said breathing heavily. "That was a close one." Jane nodded slowly and put her gun back in her holster.

"Tell me about it." Jane replied, also breathing heavily. "Let's get inside this damn house before something else goes wrong."

I nodded in agreement as we both picked up our weapons and started towards the house. I walked up the three small steps leading onto the front porch and peeked inside the window. I only saw one walker, an old man, whom probably died of natural causes.

"There's only one." I said, turning around and facing Jane. She nodded in reply and slowly turned the door handle. I watched as the walker started towards the door. Once it came out, I stabbed it quick in the head, making it's body crumple lifelessly to the floor.

We entered the house cautiously, weapons still ready. I checked in the bathroom and the kitchen, but found no sign of any walkers.

I opened one of the cabinets in the kitchen. When I opened it, I saw two shelves full of food. My jaw dropped and I smiled the widest I have since I've left the prison.

"No walkers in the bedroom or living room." Jane said, entering the kitchen.

"Nothing but food." I grinned turning to Jane. When she saw the stash her grin was almost as big as mine.

We weren't gonna starve tonight.
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"So I never asked you," Jane spoke, before she spooned another blob of grape jelly into her mouth. "How did you lose your arm anyway?"

"Oh," I muttered, putting down my can of uncooked spaghetti'os. "This old thing?" I pulled up the sleeve on my shirt to show off my prosthetic arm. "When I was with my group, I was bitten in my forearm. So, to stop the infection from spreading, they amputated my arm. I've been fine ever since."

"That really works?" Jane asked, putting down the jar of jelly. "Amputating it stops the infection?" I nodded my head, while pulling my sleeve back down. "Well, you know all about my group, tell me about yours."

I cringed at the thought of having to talk about Daryl and Rick. It's so complicated, and Jane with probably just think that I'm a stupid whore. But she told me about her group, so I have to tell her about mine.

"My group was way different than yours. You see, I saved them at the supermarket. They were surrounded by walkers and I shot them down. After that I joined them." I paused, smirking thinking about how much simpler that time was. "They lived in a prison, which was completely safe, or at least we thought it had been. Good people died there." I sighed, tears welling up in my eyes, but I kept going. "My best friend from before this is in that group. And a man that I fell in love with. But, I made stupid decisions and they probably both hate me. Anyways, I found my cousins diary and it said she was heading to Florida, so that's where I'm headed."

Jane frowned at my story. "What did you do? What stupid decisions did you make to get them to hate you?" She questioned.

"Um," I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek. "Well, the man I fell in love with, Daryl, left the group at one point. He left with his brother. So, I spent more time with my best friend, Rick, I guess he grew feelings for me and I guess I had always had a small crush on him. Because one day we kissed, but that was also the day that Daryl ended up coming back to the group. He ended up hating me for a while, but he still loved me deep down. I didn't realize that until later." I paused for a breath. "Rick and I had been dating since then and Daryl of course never liked it, but he was too polite to say anything. Daryl ended up getting snatched by a psycho and that's when I realized my true feelings belonged to him. When we found him, we both made the mistake of having sex. I never told Rick, and a couple days after that I left."

"Do you regret it? Jane asked, slowly stirring the jelly with her spoon. "The sex?"

"No," I shook my head. "I regret being with Rick. He was like a brother and I think we both blew our friendship."

Tears started to slowly roll down my cheeks.

"Um," I sniffed. "I'm going to turn in for the night. I'll take the couch, you can have the bed."

"You sure?" Jane asked slowly. I nodded and she walked into the bedroom by herself to go to sleep.

When she left, I put my face in the couch cushion and cried. I cried, and cried, and cried. I cried for my friends. I cried for my family. But most importantly, I cried for Daryl.