The Walking Dead
Everyone knows about the stories of Lee Everett, Rick and his gang, and the group of 400 days. This is the story of new people, surviving in a different way.
IC: Matt finished the meal he was working on, sending it out to the table. Coming from Italy helped him get this job at a fancy Italian restaurant. Even though they got the order of food mixed up, you eat the salad last. Italy didn't have breadsticks like they do here. He heard a scream, followed by others. He frowned, grabbing his kitchen knife and walking out the kitchen door. He froze when he saw a man on the ground, another man eating him. Matt grabbed his knife, stabbing the man in the back. The man stood up, turning to him, and his rotted face showed that he was all but human. Matt screamed, stabbing at any hand that got too close, but it did nothing.
"Don't make me do this!" Matt yelled as he was backed up against the wall. The walker got closer, until Matt plunged the knife into it's head. The walker dropped, and he was hesitant to pull his knife out. He looked up, and froze at the sight. Tens of walkers were on the other side of the restaurant. The customers and staff had tried to get out, but a walker had gotten to them, jamming them in the door, turning them all. Matt grabbed the knife without thought, ripping the hairnet off his head, running back into the kitchen. He kicked the door open, running into the street. His black and white suit stained with blood.
Everyone knows about the stories of Lee Everett, Rick and his gang, and the group of 400 days. This is the story of new people, surviving in a different way.
IC: Matt finished the meal he was working on, sending it out to the table. Coming from Italy helped him get this job at a fancy Italian restaurant. Even though they got the order of food mixed up, you eat the salad last. Italy didn't have breadsticks like they do here. He heard a scream, followed by others. He frowned, grabbing his kitchen knife and walking out the kitchen door. He froze when he saw a man on the ground, another man eating him. Matt grabbed his knife, stabbing the man in the back. The man stood up, turning to him, and his rotted face showed that he was all but human. Matt screamed, stabbing at any hand that got too close, but it did nothing.
"Don't make me do this!" Matt yelled as he was backed up against the wall. The walker got closer, until Matt plunged the knife into it's head. The walker dropped, and he was hesitant to pull his knife out. He looked up, and froze at the sight. Tens of walkers were on the other side of the restaurant. The customers and staff had tried to get out, but a walker had gotten to them, jamming them in the door, turning them all. Matt grabbed the knife without thought, ripping the hairnet off his head, running back into the kitchen. He kicked the door open, running into the street. His black and white suit stained with blood.
I should be at work right now. I should be helping people, saving people. But what am I doin' instead? I'm slackin' off.
The tall, thin figure was silent as he stared out his apartment window, the dark green gaze drifting silently over the chaos below. Stuff was starting to hit the fan; he needed to go. It was time to leave before something else happened and ended up getting him killed.
The katana that had been collecting dust on his wall for so many years was strapped across his back as he strode towards his door. He closed it behind him and walked down the corridor as calmly as if he was going to work. No use panicking, that would just make things worse.
He paused a moment when he was on the street, contemplating which way to go. Well, anywhere but here would be nice, and he didn't have the time to think about it too much, so he turned left and slowly began to pick up his pace, eventually sprinting full out down the sidewalk. He needed to get out of here. He needed to leave everything behind. He needed to survive.
He also needed to watch where he going; one second he was distracted by something shambling in his direction out of the corner of his peripheral vision, the next he had run straight into some guy in a suit who appeared to have come from a block over. The wiry, younger man let out a muffled curse as he toppled head over heels, bringing much pain upon himself and probably the guy he had run into.
No time for pleasantries. One of the walkers was coming, and the others would probably follow soon after.
The tall, thin figure was silent as he stared out his apartment window, the dark green gaze drifting silently over the chaos below. Stuff was starting to hit the fan; he needed to go. It was time to leave before something else happened and ended up getting him killed.
The katana that had been collecting dust on his wall for so many years was strapped across his back as he strode towards his door. He closed it behind him and walked down the corridor as calmly as if he was going to work. No use panicking, that would just make things worse.
He paused a moment when he was on the street, contemplating which way to go. Well, anywhere but here would be nice, and he didn't have the time to think about it too much, so he turned left and slowly began to pick up his pace, eventually sprinting full out down the sidewalk. He needed to get out of here. He needed to leave everything behind. He needed to survive.
He also needed to watch where he going; one second he was distracted by something shambling in his direction out of the corner of his peripheral vision, the next he had run straight into some guy in a suit who appeared to have come from a block over. The wiry, younger man let out a muffled curse as he toppled head over heels, bringing much pain upon himself and probably the guy he had run into.
No time for pleasantries. One of the walkers was coming, and the others would probably follow soon after.
Matt cursed in Italian, standing up, scooping up his knife from the ground. "Get up! I can't do this alone!" He shouted, having an Italian accent. As one of the walkers got closer, he chopped at its hand, severing it. It continued walking towards them, and he kicked it down. "What are these things?"
(Sorry for the delay, something came up.)
(Sorry for the delay, something came up.)
(That's ok)
Blinking heavily to get the stars out of his eyes, Nick unsheathed his katana and swung it in a wide arc around him, slicing feet off at the ankles and taking down a few walkers that had come too close.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" he snarled in a thick Brooklyn accent, staggering back to his feet and stomping on the head of one of the snarling, fallen walkers. "Shut up- let's move."
He took a few steps forward, flicking his katana to get some of the larger gobs of blood off. He didn't seem too fazed as of yet; although he wasn't fazed by much anymore. He had seen a lot of crazy crap during his duration as an EMT, especially in the last couple of days. He could wonder about it later; right now he needed to get out of here alive. If this guy could tag along, that was great- he seemed decent with a knife.
Blinking heavily to get the stars out of his eyes, Nick unsheathed his katana and swung it in a wide arc around him, slicing feet off at the ankles and taking down a few walkers that had come too close.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" he snarled in a thick Brooklyn accent, staggering back to his feet and stomping on the head of one of the snarling, fallen walkers. "Shut up- let's move."
He took a few steps forward, flicking his katana to get some of the larger gobs of blood off. He didn't seem too fazed as of yet; although he wasn't fazed by much anymore. He had seen a lot of crazy crap during his duration as an EMT, especially in the last couple of days. He could wonder about it later; right now he needed to get out of here alive. If this guy could tag along, that was great- he seemed decent with a knife.
Matt followed him, wishing he had his pistol. He pointed at a dark blue truck ahead of them. "That's my truck! Get in!" He shouted, looking back. A horde of walkers was behind them, blocking the street. He felt a wave of relief, remembering his pistol was in the glovebox.
Nick picked up his pace once he heard the Italian dude shout that his truck was ahead, swinging his katana once more and cleanly slicing the head off a walker ahead of them. He skirted around the falling body and continued, taking a moment to look around.
There was only one way out now and that was forward, apparently; it would be a bad idea to try to charge the pack behind them. Once they were out of the city they were pretty much home free- getting out was the hard part.
Waiting for the guy to catch up, he cleared out a few walkers that were surrounding the truck, finally sheathing the ringing blade and slipping inside once Matt arrived. A little voice in the back of his head was asking him what he was thinking, associating himself with this guy, but whatever. It was too late now and it would be more difficult to get out by himself. He could leave later if this guy started getting weird.
He flew better solo, anyways; that was what he told himself, at least.
There was only one way out now and that was forward, apparently; it would be a bad idea to try to charge the pack behind them. Once they were out of the city they were pretty much home free- getting out was the hard part.
Waiting for the guy to catch up, he cleared out a few walkers that were surrounding the truck, finally sheathing the ringing blade and slipping inside once Matt arrived. A little voice in the back of his head was asking him what he was thinking, associating himself with this guy, but whatever. It was too late now and it would be more difficult to get out by himself. He could leave later if this guy started getting weird.
He flew better solo, anyways; that was what he told himself, at least.
Matt jumped into the truck, starting it. As soon as the other guy was inside he started driving. As soon as they were on the road he pulled out his phone. No signal. He cursed in Italian, turning to the other guy. "I'm Matt. Thanks for the help back there."
He glanced over at Matt for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. "You're welcome. Name's Nicky, but everyone just calls me Nick. Dunno why, it's just one extra letter, but whatever."
He sighed silently, narrowing his dark green eyes as he peered at the rearview mirror. The walkers weren't fast enough to keep up and were being left far behind. That was good. "I'm guessin' you're as clueless as I am right now?"
He sighed silently, narrowing his dark green eyes as he peered at the rearview mirror. The walkers weren't fast enough to keep up and were being left far behind. That was good. "I'm guessin' you're as clueless as I am right now?"
Matt nodded. "Not a clue." He replied. His house was by the restaurant, no chance of getting back there. "Any idea of what to do now?"
"Well, we get the hell away from the city. Get somewhere secluded and just wait this whole mess out," Nick replied slowly. "It seems like these things are attracted to humans so it would make sense to get as far away from civilization as possible."
He had seen what these things could do; he had already had to put a few down before the huge rush came. He had an idea where they were all coming from, but he didn't want to voice it yet, not until he was sure. Until then he'd just be happy to stay as far away from them as possible.
He had seen what these things could do; he had already had to put a few down before the huge rush came. He had an idea where they were all coming from, but he didn't want to voice it yet, not until he was sure. Until then he'd just be happy to stay as far away from them as possible.
"I say we head for the mountains. Colorado is nearby." Matt replied, thinking that the cold would kill the disease.
He considered it for a moment; that could either be a really good idea or a really bad idea, depending on how they fared. It would be harder to get food up there and it would also be harder to stay warm, but it could also help keep the zombies away because of the rugged terrain.
"That could work. Just gotta make sure we don't freeze to death up there," he pointed out, arching his back in a stretch. "We'd have to crash in a cabin for the winter or somethin'."
"That could work. Just gotta make sure we don't freeze to death up there," he pointed out, arching his back in a stretch. "We'd have to crash in a cabin for the winter or somethin'."
"We would need an axe and a rifle for wood and food, if the work force disappears." Matt replied. He had a feeling it would take more than a car ride to get to the mountains.
"I think they're attracted to sound," he commented when Matt brought up the idea of a rifle. "A rifle would be loud and risky. Ammunition needs to be taken into account along with noise. We can just set up traps or something to catch stuff until we get a more stable food supply."
Why'd he keep saying we? Was he honestly considering hanging around with this guy much longer? Well, he supposed it couldn't hurt... Safety in numbers, right? He'd have somebody to watch his back, at the very least.
Alright. He'd hang around with him for a little longer.
Why'd he keep saying we? Was he honestly considering hanging around with this guy much longer? Well, he supposed it couldn't hurt... Safety in numbers, right? He'd have somebody to watch his back, at the very least.
Alright. He'd hang around with him for a little longer.
A few hours later, night had fallen. The truck slowed to a stop. The lights of a truckstop were up ahead of them. Matt pulled the key out of the ignition, reaching into the back seat. He grabbed an empty fuel canister. "Out of gas." He muttered.
(Sure, just hop in!)
(Alright. Just a side note, this takes place in the same universe as the comics, not the TV show, very few differences, it's just that a few points contradict each other in each story.)
(GAH, sorry I disappeared xP I got semi-grounded so I couldn't get on and reply.)
Nick nodded slightly, stepping out of the truck and closing the door behind him. After taking a cautious look around, he turned back to the Italian for ideas.
"So what're we doin'? Goin' on foot or what?" He didn't see the point in trying to continue to keep the truck alive; it would just be a lot of unnecessary hassle and going on foot was probably better anyways. A person could go more places than a vehicle could and that would help when they hit the mountains.
Or maybe he was just weird.
Nick nodded slightly, stepping out of the truck and closing the door behind him. After taking a cautious look around, he turned back to the Italian for ideas.
"So what're we doin'? Goin' on foot or what?" He didn't see the point in trying to continue to keep the truck alive; it would just be a lot of unnecessary hassle and going on foot was probably better anyways. A person could go more places than a vehicle could and that would help when they hit the mountains.
Or maybe he was just weird.
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