Ch 1: The Mark of A Death
How did it all started? How did I end up becoming this heap of death you can say?
I'll try to recover as much as I can now. There's so much going on around me. I see them trying to bring me back to life. They think I'm the only way out of this.
I could feel them press their hands against my chest, trying to revive my heart. One of them is touching my head, examining my brain.
They're all around each other, yelling and scrambling their hands with my blood.
I sensed the others shooting my people, breaking off their
This is also something I've been always thinking about too...I mean, if why not look at a Walker's perspective? Don't hate me if you don't like!
Oh, and this will probably be unconnected to the series as this is just a one-shot for now...but it'll have the same style but different perspective....
I remember how it all happened. I woke up to the scream of my brother crying out. I soared out of my bed and ran to his bedroom. "Albert, why are you..."
That's when I stood silent. Mom...s
Carl continued to come over in the forest to communicate to me with his paper and crayons. It may not have been as quick and informative as talking was but it was the closest thing where we could talk.
I asked Carl questions, wondering how he felt during the attack. Carl said that he and his mom woke up one day and saw one of their neighbors acting strange. It wasn't until the neighbor bit on someone that something indeed was wrong. From then on, they packed their bags and left. They had no choice. His mom had insisted on Shane, the leader of the group, to turn around and look for his dad but Shane had predicted that his father was already possibly dead since he was in the hospital. That or it be too late for him.
Rick emerged from the graves though, dirty but alive. He brought back a couple of friends with him but now the group only had little weapons left to use for attacks. He had recalled also seeing a brother of group member here alon
You looked at him and asked if something bad has happened. He only nodded for you to come after him. You did as he told you knowing that it was something important if he didn’t want to tell you immediately. He directed his steps outside. When you get out you spotted Daryl and Rick nervously talking about something. The look on their faces was the same as Hershel’s. They were worrying about something and looking at the things that were happenin
I followed the man as fast as I can. Or somewhere in the middle. I began to see that it was possible that I could beat this guy in a foot race. Seriously. The guy was obviously running faster than me but I felt myself being able to somehow almost be in front of him...
I'm not going to lie. I'm not that typical of a runner as my PE wasn't my greatest in high school but I usually just went with the flow of going slow and then going fast. No with this....it felt like I could outrun this guy whenever I wanted to.
So I slowed down a bit, watching as my feet started to rumble a bit.
I haven't also been use to walking either. It was a mix between speed and regular...stumbling. When I walked "regularly", I happened to stumble, as if I had some sort of trouble walking and needed a cane. When I wanted to go after something though, it was in a flash, speeding up to the target as I was after.
I withdrew to walking behind th
When you started to eat you suddenly felt someone watching you, and when you looked up you noticed a certain hunter staring at you from across the table. Oh shit. Daryl was the unofficial leader of the group; He was the one who made sure you had enough to eat; who went on every single run, no matter if it was for supplies or for protection. He was like a