In this Walking Dead fan fiction a girl named Annabel must fight to survive in an apocalyptic world. Every member of her family is gone. She is just an 18 year old girl living in a world where the dead want nothing more that to eat you alive. Hopefully Annabel will find a group worth caring for to help her along the way,maybe things will work out fine. Maybe even better. She might even find love. Or it will be just the opposite. Her journey will be an action packed one.
Chapter 1: A New Start.
In times like these it’s people that matter, people that keep you alive. Then, if you think back to before the dead came back to life it was people that mattered then too. Maybe you didn’t rely too heavily on people, but it was still your parents who worked too put food in your stomach and doctors and paramedics who saved lives. Yet, now, all of that is gone. . I was an 18 year old trying to get by all on her own.
Of course legally I was an adult, yet in the world before this one I was just a senior in High School. I was getting ready to graduate and go off to the Air Force when this all happened. If things were still the same I would have been happy for an early summer, but now I would kill to be in that pre-calculus class again.
Living in an apocalyptic society your family starts getting picked off one by one, until you’re the only one left. About a year and a half ago when the dead started to reanimate, my family and I had been checking out an abandoned house. It looked safe, but of course it wasn’t.
While my older brother and two parents were downstairs in the kitchen, I went upstairs to check out the rooms. I entered the first door on the left and inside it was dead silent. My little sister Susie and I walked in, she sat down happily on the bed and played with her doll. I should have been paying attention, I wasn’t, I was looking through drawers. Then louder than anything I had heard my sisters screams rung through the air. I still hear that scream as clear as day when I try to sleep. I turned around and killed the son of a bitch without a second thought. It was too late; her entire neck was taken out in one bite.
Soon after my gun was fired my family came running up the stairs and into the room. My mother’s face went white and her body melted into my father’s arms like an ice cube on a hot summer’s day. She sobbed so loudly it was almost unbearable. Susie laid in my arms blood and family surrounding us in a circle.
My brother and father were silent, both looking down at her damp blue eyes. One after the other they both said “I love you.” to her.
Susie had moaned in pain, and I had assumed it was her way of saying it back, but she was already on her last breaths. Then my mother kneeled down beside her little girl and brushed her finger over her brow and kissed her forehead. All I could do was look at my poor innocent sister. She had hardly even got to live her life. As I laid there with her in my arms my sister had took her tiny hand and brushed it down my cheek leaving a smear of blood. She then took her last breath as the tiny five year old she was.
I still remember that day like it was yesterday and it sits heavily on my mind. The rest of my family slowly died out over the months. Each one was as depressing as the first, yet each becoming less foreign then the next. You would always have to keep moving, I never really had the time to really mourn, but I am sure other groups who lost people never had time either. In a world like this you have to keep moving, you have to keep pushing onward. The truth is you never know what is on the other side of the mountain.
My brother, Nathan, was the last to go. A moment ago he died, he was just another family member dying in my arms. In his last few moments he held my hand to say goodbye, and every breath he took I knew I was a second closer to being the last of my family.
My whole family is dead. Now as I stand in this open field with a bloodstained knife tightly gripped. The knife I used to keep my brother from turning into the turned. That’s what my family called them. Over the months in the apocalypse I heard plenty of different names for them. It’s not like it’s only been my family and I. We have come and go between groups, all not having that certain thing we were looking for. Real civilization, real hope. Now that I’ve come this far I think there isn’t such thing as hope. Hope is dead. Hope has turned.
I slowly un-grip the knife from my dirt ridden hands falling slowly to my knees, I hold in a scream. I know the turned are nearby, so unless I want to be dead too, I know I should keep quiet. Tears run down my face rapidly seeming to never stop, I want to weep I want to scream, but I can’t. A morbid thought occurs to me, when I die, there will be no one to keep me from turning. I will have to walk the earth as one of them taking innocent lives. This world isn’t what it should be. It never will be again.
After 10 minutes of pure sorrow, I stand and I take in my surroundings. It looks like there is nothing for miles, it is just forest and field and forest and more field. There is lots of walking soon to come. As the suns falls the sound of the cicada’s raises, which is my warning sign that night is approaching. Although it is almost dark the hot summer air still makes sweat beat down my back. It's the southern heat making everything that much more unbearable.
I would like to give my brother a proper burial, but I do not have the strength nor do I have the time. My first priority now is sleep. Even in times like this sleep is a top priority because the more tired you're the more you let your guard down.
I step about 100 feet away from my brother to set up camp. I sit Indian style on the ground opening up my red back pack. It was a nice back pack in its day, but now every inch of it was being held together by duct tape. I pull the dirty smelling tent from the depths of my nearly empty bag. I lay the orange tent out on the ground. I try to start to put stakes in the tent, but all that I hear is my thoughts rambling through my head.
I hear my mother scrutinizing voice. ‘” Your brother is dead Annabel, and all you doing is focusing on yourself.”
My heart starts to race and I softly say back to my thoughts “That’s not true.” I did what I could, I cant forget that. Nathan would want me to keep fighting for our family. “Live for the Family.” I mumble under my breath.
Tears start to fall down my face again reminding me of my brother’s lasts words. “Never go down without a fight Annabel, don’t let this world change who you are. Fight, fight for us.” I think I was more upset to see him go then he was to leave this horrible world. I take a look at falling sun again, 1 hour till total darkness. I need to get cracking on the tent.
It is a two man tent so I should have plenty of room. I start to put the stakes and poles in slowly but surely. Putting up a tent is so much easier with another person. After about a half hour my house (tent) is complete. I roll my sleeping bag into the dirty floor of the tent.
Just before I crawl into it, I look up at the moon, and how it is in its proper place. Wouldn’t it be nice to be the moon, no people to deal with no turned dead people to kill? All you have to do is rise and fall at the proper time. I take my water bottle out of the bag, observing its deterioration from over use. I take a huge gulp savoring every last particle. I drop my bottle gently into my pack, and start to crawl into my tent.
As I zip the last corner, I see a light shining so brightly in the distance. Something deep inside my body tells me to head for it. I am aware it is too late now, so I would head for it in the morning. I lie down in my fairly comfortable bed and stare up at the ceiling of my tent, throughout the night every howl of the wind and crack of a branch made my heart pound. Yet knowing there’s someone, something out there makes it a bit better.