The smell of blood and rotting flesh filled my nose as the stench leaked from my skin. The dirt, blood and sweat, stained my body like it was the current perfume of the new world. Gore, death, and misery were what came with the art of survival now, everything I once knew was gone. My heart beat heavily in my chest, so hard that it was the only sound I could hear, other than my uneasy gasps for air. I stumbled over bodies in the road trying to keep my footing as we searched for a safe place to hide. Turning a corner we found a building that looked relatively safe from the outside and raced in, away from the creepers.

"Quick, give me something to shut the door!" My brother spoke frantically, ushering me to grab something.

Thinking quickly I took off the belt that held up my torn apart jeans and wrapped it around the handles of the door, clipping it in place just in time before the creepers slammed against the glass trying to get in. The noise of the fifteen-plus bodies crashing against the door startled me, causing me to jump back slightly and into a cold, rotting body. Screeching, I turned myself around as it grabbed at my shoulders. Ben still being frozen in place from the chase didn't react in time to help, leaving me to reach for the crowbar sticking out of my backpack and shoving it through the creeper's skull. Again the smell of decaying flesh filled my nose, but it's something that no longer had any effect on me, it was now just another bad scent. A new layer of splattered blood coated my arms and the right side of my face. The feeling was almost relieving, to know that at least it wasn't my own.

"Shit," Ben exhaled which pulled me out of the thoughts spinning in my head.

"Let's clear this floor, then make our way up to the roof," I said as I pulled my Glock from its holder which rested on my hip, "From up there we can get a good look at the city and how to get the hell out of here."

The Glock was never my favourite weapon, but it got the job done and was an easy shot. I preferred the use of my AR-15 sniper rifle, but that one was better for the distances, not so much for the up close and personal the clearing of rooms could get. I was a pretty good shot myself, learned from a young age, with my father being the strict military man he was and my older brothers following in his footsteps, I quickly learned my way around how to properly work a gun. Being the youngest out of three boys, my mother really wanted to try for a girl, to go on shopping trips and have girl talk over brunch, but instead, she got me, the girl who was right there with her brothers not only trying to keep up but outshine them.

"Clear!" Ben yelled from the room across the hall.

"Same," I responded and made my way to the stairwell, before slowing down when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in one of the office windows. I backed up a bit and looked at the mess that the new world made me. My strawberry-blonde hair had been stained an even darker red with blood and my skin was damp with sweat which allowed the dirt to stick to me easily. The bags under my eyes were horrible as I couldn't remember the last time I slept more than forty-five minutes. Shaking it off, I threw my long hair up into a high ponytail and made my way over to Ben.

"So, any ideas as to how the hell we are gonna get ourselves out of this shit show?" Ben asked as we walked out the door leading to the roof.

The sun was blinding as the door swung open, and for the first time in the last five days, I was able to breathe without the scent of death filling my nose. Walking to the edge of the roof and looking over the city of Atlanta there were creepers limping around as far as the eye could see.

"I don't know yet," I shook my head, "I mean even if we get ourselves past the creepers and out of the city, we lost the horses when we got here. We have no way back to the farm, walking would take too long for the little amount of food and water we have left." I ran my hands through my hair frustrated with the impossible situation.

We had lived on a little ranch a couple of miles out from the city and until now we never had many problems out there, the creeper count was low and we were fairly stocked on supplies. It wasn't until about a week ago that my second oldest brother, Roy's wife went into labour, that Ben and I were sent into the city to find a certain medicine that she needed when she started having complications. We were only supposed to be in and out, we had done it before when the outbreak started, we left in the morning and we were back by sundown. This time was completely different though, the city was overrun and our horses were taken down by the creepers when we got here, which gave us only enough time to escape into hiding. That was five days ago, and now we are trapped on this roof and my brother's baby most likely didn't make it without us.

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"Here," Ben nudged my arm, handing me our last water bottle.

"We should save it," I responded.

"We've been saving it, and we just ran four blocks, you're gonna pass out," he placed it in my hand, "now drink it." Listening to him I took a gulp and had to restrain myself from downing the entire bottle.

I handed it back to him, "How'd we end up in this fucking mess for a girl we don't even like anyway?" I chuckled a bit, trying to lighten the mood. We had been on edge for the past few days and for good reason, but this was the first time we were actually able to take a second and breathe.

"Oh come on she's not that bad," he looked at me with a straight face as I took a seat against the wall. He followed my actions and sat down beside me, resting his arms on the top of his knees. I turned my head to look at him, raising my eyebrows in the process. "Okay, you're right, she's fucking awful," he burst out laughing which caused me to laugh as well. This was nice, it was the first time I truly laughed in a long time. There was so much death and fear around us that I hadn't had the time to think about any sort of joy, but hearing my brother ugly laugh over the nightmare of a wife Roy had, made me feel almost normal. "Hey, at least he found someone. Linc is nearly thirty and I don't think he's ever been in a relationship longer than five months," Ben now brought up our oldest brother, silencing the laughter.

"I hope he's okay," I responded on a serious note. Before the outbreak of the virus, Linc was enlisted on another tour to Iraq and we haven't seen or heard from him since.

"Are you kidding," Ben nudged my shoulder with his own, smiling a bit, "Linc is probably walking around right now wearing creeper body parts as accessories while saving little girls from getting eaten alive."

I smiled back at him, thinking of the hero that is our brother, we used to think he was invincible when we were kids. "Yeah, you're probably right-" I was cut off by the loud bang of the rooftop door swinging open.

"Oh shit," Ben muttered as we both shot up and watched as the fifteen plus creepers began to stumble out.

"What are we gonna do?" I spoke quickly as I pulled the crowbar out of my backpack with my hand rested over my gun, ready to attack.

Looking over the edge where the ladder down was, Ben pulled out his knife. "I choose taking down these fifteen over the fifty down there." With that said we both ran over to the creepers ready to fight our way through.

"Try not to use your gun, it'll just attract more to the building!" I yelled as I forcefully slammed the crowbar down the middle of the first one's head.

It became a repetitive motion, one after another, stabbing, slashing and stomping. I had to have taken out at least eight of them, but after three I lost track. I grunted with the force it took to force a metal object through someone's skull. There was one left coming towards me as I killed another, grabbing me by the arms it pushed me down and fell on top of me. It clawed at my face as I held my crowbar across its neck, keeping it away from being able to bite me. Mustering up enough strength, I screamed and threw it off of me and rolled on top of it before shoving the crowbar in its forehead. Exhaling, I fell off of it and laid on the concrete floor that was now stained red.

"Jesus Christ," I huffed out trying to regain my breath, "that was a close one," I said, waiting for my brother to respond with some sort of witty comment or begin to cuss out the dead creepers like he always did, but there was nothing, just silence. "Ben?" I furrowed my eyebrows when he still didn't answer me and rolled over to sit up. When I finally turned my head to him, he was just standing there staring at me with a blank face while holding his shoulder.

"Fuck, you won," he said as he lifted his hand off on his shoulder to reveal the gaping indent of where one of the creepers had bitten him.

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Hello, lovelies! I have decided to begin a book having to do with The Walking Dead as it is a show which I adore. The book will go along with the same plotline as the tv series, except for switching up a few things in order to incorporate my own character. It will follow through with the development of my character alongside our favourite group, creating different relationships with each member. I hope you enjoy it!

Also a side note. As a way to express my own appreciation for everyone's support, I will be picking out my favourite comments on chapters and dedicating a chapter to that person xx