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 Chapter 4: Rescue 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 hi

 I plan to make this a series but...it's been a while since I watched Walking Dead so I'm probably going to have to re-watch the whole series again (as I haven't seen Season One yet either...) so I'm just going out on a limb here and see how it goes...this is more of a reader's view as well...also, I'm just trying to let the creativity flow out and see how my writing is....I'm sorry if some thing's have been sort of altered or what not... 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

 Chapter 3: Possible Friend? I walked on...no sorry. I droned on, each step as a turtle step as I "attempted" to walk like a normal human being. I was doomed now. There was no need for help. How was I going to get any now? I was "dead". There's no way people are going to help me if I appeared "dead" to them. How would I even tell them that I'm not dead? Talking wouldn't help as much since it's just grumbles and growls of how hungry you are. Running/walking to them makes it worse since people are going to freak out over you running after them. Writing? If only I had a pen and a paper, maybe, but how was I even going to communicate with

 Chapter 2: Waking of A Dead Woman 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

 I've made a one shot similar to this but this one will feature more plot and chapters...I hope you all like this. Ever since I watched Walking Dead, I'm like, what if this were to happen? I think it would of been a cool idea for the writers to explore the idea of this but it'll probably won't happen...but there's Warm Bodies and I'm sure there's other such ideas that cover this too....well, enjoy! 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

Fanfiction Kuroko No Basket X Kagami’s Sister Warning there’s swearing. (h/l) = hair length (h/c) = hair colour (f/c) = favorite colour (f/n) = first name (l/n) = last name Italics indicate that they are speaking in English.    Part 2    Taiga whipped around and you saw the blood drain from his face when he spotted you. Slowly he backed away from you like you would back away from a wild beast. You couldn’t help smiling at the look of absolute terror in his eyes as you took a step towards him. As you kept advancing at a faster speed then he was backing away you could see him get even more terrified then he was. Eve

Fanfiction Kuroko No Basket X Kagami’s Sister Warning there’s swearing. (h/l) = hair length (h/c) = hair colour (f/c) = favorite colour (f/n) = first name (l/n) = last name Part 1    Why the hell do I have to deal with this? That fucking idiot forgot to call and now I’m sent to Japan to make sure he didn't get into any trouble. Worse of all I don’t get a choice and now I have to live here when I could be back home relaxing with my friends. That asshole I’m gonna kill him! You storm off heading towards the gym at Seirin High school.    ~ ~ ~     “Excuse me,” the brunette coach of the boys&

RC9GN: Randy x Reader A/N: By the way, in this story, you’re already friends with Randy and Howard. And you knew that Randy is the Ninja. ------------------------------------------------------------- “Yes! I won!”, you said raising your controller in the air. “Pfffffft, we weren’t even trying that time! We’re gonna beat you so hard next round!”, Randy replied. On your other side, you heard Howard laugh. “And we’re gonna beat you in the brucest way possible!”, he said, agreeing with his best friend. You smirked, knowing that even if they both worked together, they still didn’

(RC9GN) Randy x Rival!Ninja!Reader A/N: (F/N) or (Y/N) = your first name and (F/C) = your favorite color. Oh yeah, the pink gas in the middle of the story is a love potion. Viceroy put a love potion in his robot because love would make the Ninja more vulnerable since he wouldn't be able to focus on anything but his crush. XD Don't worry, you'll know what I'm talking about later. _________________________________________ Randy. Randy Cunningham. That was the name that came to mind whenever you were around your best friend, Theresa Fowler. Mostly because she admitted to having a crush on him. Even though you moved to Norrisville about 2 months

"BEN...?" You choked out. There was an eerie silence that punched your heart with each second that passed. Your eyes searched the room desperately, trying to find him. Nothing. Nothing but darkness, the sound of dripping water, and frigid air. The tears that clouded your vision and rolled down your cheeks seemed without end. You simply sat there, a lost child, far to gone from reality to move an inch. Your lips moved to say a name; his name. But your voice failed you. Where there was once the soft, gentle hold of his arms, there was nothing. You could still feel the lingering effect of his words, and the way they were shatterd like glass in