The Dead Parade

September 2017.

It's funny how life used to work. Everyone used to live in a fixed routine, an endless cycle of achievements and failures. From birth to death, people were constantly striving for the upper hand. To be on top of the world, having it all and "living the life" as it were. That all changed when there was no longer a future to look forward to. No big paycheck, no benefits, no fast cars or big houses, the only thing left was trying to survive. No one was prepared for this. Life never taught us what to do when the system fails. There is no escape, no evacuation plan, and no one is coming to help. We learned a long time ago when the routines stopped and time wasn't important that chaos is upon us. I remember it all like yesterday. The way this great city collapsed in itself and how the millions of people who lived in it became monsters. I was there. I saw the line between nightmare and sanity become lost. This is the story of how I've made it to this point. How WE have survived this long. We lost so many good people, so many have fallen to the curse of this world. I promised I'd tell their story. No one deserved this. If this new world taught me anything its that you always keep fighting. This fight is our new routine. The motivation to wake up the next morning, to see the ones next to us safe, and to rebuild what was taken from us. We will never stop fighting. Welcome to the Dead Parade.

(This is a Fan-Fiction created for my followers and fans of the series The Walking Dead. This story takes place in New York City and describes the trials of JC and a group of survivors during the beginning of a zombie pandemic.)