Dead Living

Lee Everett is faced with things beyond his imagination,when he is convicted with the murder of his late wife things literally go off the rails after surviving the car crash he realises whats really going on out there 'The walkers' he manages to find survivors like little Clementine.As he sets off to find what will really endanger him.Pairing up with many of the last survivors tactics and skills are key.When all seems bad local farmers offer them food but are they hiding a really deadly secret will Lee and the gang ever survive or are 'The walkers' growing immensley swiping the USA is it all to late.... Inspired by the (Walking Dead)

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1. Conviction

The condensed windows sat by my side; comforting me like the friend I needed right now. Desperately.

The wheels of the car revved mechanically away from the city, my posture slumped and heavy, as we left it all far...far away seeming like a million miles behind us.

I shuffled anxiously in my dust bitten seat - my hands clasped and my wrists feeling the constant pull from the strength of the handcuffs.The road stretched out almost prodigiously ahead as I focused my eyes on the road out through the sunken windows.

Sweat was heavily beading down my face like an over-flowing sponge.Atleast the worst part was over now: I was found guilty and there was no point in denying any of it.

I glanced meekly to the rear-view mirror he caught my gaze with his heavy mahogany eyes he'd caught chance of communication (which I was trying to avoid) I lowered my head simultaneously.Feeling his powering eyes staring right back at me.

"I reckon ye didn't do it then." His voice was husky and western I could merely see his silver stuble on his rustic skin averting my eyes I stared vicously at the wheel.

"Does it matter" I growled.

"Well ye should know, I've driven hell knows how many guys to that prison, around right now I get the 'I didn't do it." He stated suprised.

"Well not me" I bit back.

" 'Cause guys in your position already said it enough." as if he was on my side.

I didn't bother to respond.Immediately his transeiver burst into break our silence.

'We got what looks like a I-f9 down near the 2M5 chapels exit all cars told to keep a look out down near that area.' The voice broke muffled by the bad quality.

" I followed your case a bit ye know you being a Macon boy and all that."

"You from Macon then." I answered in a friendly tone.

He nodded "Yep sure am came up to Atlanta to be a city cop in the eighties,always wanted to work on a murder case like that senatorial mess ye got yoursel' in shame-"

At that moment a police car raced past sirens blurring he ignored it with the no suprise from previous experience.

"Hell the whole family used to be regulars at your folks drug store right in down town, still there?"

"Sure is" I smiled.

The transeiver broke in suddenly again. 'Be advised of medical personnel on route to Hartsfield various 10's and 20's coming in.'

"I got myself a nephew down at UGA - you teach their long? ." He asked suspiciously.

"Going on my sixth year" I answered sternly.

"Met your wife in Athens?"

I looked away I couldn't bring myself to even think about her.

"Wanna know how I see it?"

I was growing immensley impatient now "No."

"Well to bad here it's my car you have the right to remain silent don't mean I gotta be." He chuckled to himself.

I scowled indignantly at his wrinkled bald head.

"Regardless-" He continued "Could of just merely been the wrong woman eh."

I bit my tongue back before I remarked him with a cursed word and groaned.

'Riot in progress.All officers are available for incoming 217's rolling calls and dispatches to all locations.'

Two more cop cars soared past - a helicopter up ahead.

" Any of that seem important to you? ." I asked how, could it not concern him , it was mad.

"All of it." "But that box never shuts the damn hell up sit int' seat and pay attention.You'll dirve your very self crazy."

"Yeah here I was driving this man once ya see and he was crazy wouldn't stop banging on about how he didn't do it! He was an older fella big soft eyes behind a pair of smart folk glasses, and he's just wailing back there says it wasn't him crying and snotting all over; right where your sitting."

I cringed as he tilted his head in my direction speaking directly to me.

"Then before long he starts kicking the back of the seat - li-like a fussy baby on an airplane and I tell him he's gotta stop that,that's government property,and I'll be forced to zap him other wise." He pointed to his taser.

"So he stops, and having exhausted all his options starts crying out to his mama 'mama it's all a big mistake! It wasn't me'.

I dried my throat "Maybe he was innocent."

"Innocent! they caught the f***** red handed stabbing his wife up as the guys came the guys came throught the door.He sits in MY CAR screaming bloody murder that it wasn't him! I think he actually believed it himself.It goes to show-" he paused. " People will up and go mad when they know their life is over."

Was this his way of getting at me I caged my anger.

"There's this other story-"

I was about to roll my eyes and listen to another sneidy comment when suddenly I saw something ahead.

"WATCH OUT!"

WE HIT IT, THE CAR SCREECHED AND HIT THE RAILINGS SENDING THE POLICE CAR CRASHING THUNDEROUSLY IT FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN.. I COULDN'T EVEN THINK HE WRIGGLED IN THE FRONT SEAT LIKE A HELPLESS RAGDOLL.WE RUMBLED DOWN THE SLOPE. BLOOD CAKING THE WINDOWS - MORE SMASHING OBJECTS HITTING 'OWWW' ANOTHER TREE THEN IT ALL TURNED A DEADLY BLACK.......

 

 

 

 

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