The Walking Dead Interactive Fan Fiction
Okay, so I know there were a lot of these, but I figure nobody has much to do in the walking dead section anymore with the waiting for season 3, so I'll bring mine back up again. This won't be a forum submission as I find those to create too many characters and get cluttered, but you will be able to choose the route of the story by voting. I know a small handful of you read it before, but I will be changing up a few things.
There will be 5 parts, as per usual.
1: Times Once Lived
2: Path Less Travelled
3: Cry No More
4: After the Storm
5: No Way Out
Grace Peters. Everyone knew her as the girl who would get things done. But how can she when she's faced with the situation she's in? Anyone could go a little crazy... But you just have to fight through it. You have to hope that things will get better. Because hope is all anyone has left anymore.
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In the hours I spent by myself, I could sometimes hear voices telling me to do things. I rarely agreed with the things they had to say, but I was thankful they were there. I don't like to be alone. The voices were there to comfort me and to guide me. I know it's silly to think that they're there. I know that it's only my imagination trying to compensate for the overwhelming silence around me. I know it's just pretend. But there's never a time when I'm more scared than when I'm alone.
I tore the seam off of a plastic bag and poured pellets of cereal into my bowl. It was morning, and I had neglected to wipe every bit of buildup out of my eye. The flowing brown hair that normally hung neatly at my shoulders flew astray in every direction, not aware that it was morning. I brought a spoonful to my mouth and spent every moment I could savoring the taste of the cereal. It tasted of strawberries.
The door behind me cracked open, and Cici strode through, holding a glass of skim milk. That was the only kind she would ever drink. She never did know when to quit dieting. "Well, Grace, someone's up early." She joked.
"Shut up." I scoffed, wiping the side of my mouth with a napkin.
"Oh, Grace, you don't know me well enough. You really think you can get ME to shut up?" She asked jokingly. "You're already up. Might as well get ready and get out there. Daylight's burning."
"I think I'll finish my breakfast first." I laughed, turning around in my chair to face her. "When I asked if I could come stay in your place while I was between jobs, I assumed you knew it would be a while before I found one. This is the second week, Cici. Cut me some slack."
"Yeah?" She said, pulling a chair out from under the kitchen table next to me and straddling it. "Well, I assumed you would at least be trying. I'm happy to rent my room out to my old roommate, but I'd still rather see you successful, with a job, providing for yourself, than here under my wing...no matter how many times you do the dishes."
"Yeah, but no one can quite get that sparkle like I can." She laughed and I couldn't help but laugh too. Her laughter was infectious.
"You were sleeptalking again last night." She informed me, removing the light tone from the conversation.
The smile immediately disappeared from my face. "Really?" I asked. "What about?"
"The same thing as all the other nights." She spoke, not able to meet my eyes. "It was about Sam."
I leaned in toward her, grabbed her chin and looked her in the eyes. "This is the last time you will mention my brother's name. Ever since my parents died, I sheltered him. He was the only thing I cared about in the world. I took care of him. I provided for him. I was more of a parent to that boy than mom and dad ever were. And how did he repay me? By stabbing me in the back. He can sit there and rot in that jail for all I care."
Cici broke away from my grip, turning her gaze back down into her half-empty glass of milk. "Those weren't quite the words you used last night." She spoke softly.
We sat in silence, eating our breakfasts. After ten or so minutes, I picked up the remote across the table from me and turned on the TV. The channel that appeared on the screen was not number 103 like we expected, but a news bulletin. There was a man on the screen speaking in an urgent tone. "-and so the plague continues to sweep the nation. The virus has infected over half the population in the eastern United States as well as other countries and is gradually seeping westward. The death toll of the past two days has been overwhelming."
"What is this virus they're talking about?" I asked Cici.
"It's some deadly infection." She answered. "It's been all over the news in the past couple days. We should be fine though. I've heard it only hits the coasts for some reason."
"The range of the pandemic has already been recorded in Nebraska and Kansas." The man on TV continued.
"Sh**..." She muttered. "If it's spread that far from the coast in two days...It should hit Colorado by midday..."
"-and the board of health recommends any not yet exposed to the virus to take precautionary measures such as-"
"Precautionary measures? Grace, we need to get off of the mountain." She said, pointing outside towards the city that was Colorado Springs at the base of the mountain. I never quite understood why Cici wanted to have a house up on Pike's Peak, but whatever her husband said went, and it's where he lived as a child. "We could stock up with medicine down at the city. I was planning to meet Gary for lunch down there anyway."
"I don't know, Cici." I shrugged. "If we go down to the city, we'll be in contact with a lot of people. That's how diseases are transferred."
"You sound like a doctor." She laughed, pushing her chair back under the table. "Of course, you wouldn't be, because you don't have a JOB!"
"F*** off." I chuckled, standing up from the table myself.
"C'mon." Cici begged, striding toward the door, putting her shoes on. "We need to get medicine. I hate getting sick. You know that. Remember that time sophomore year?"
She was referring to the day when she had the flu back in college. I had taken care of her that entire time. There was a period where she was crying because she couldn't do anything productive. I kind of thought that staying here in her house was payback for making me do that in college, but according to Cici, it was far worse. "Don't I know it." I replied. "Are you sure you're really going down there to get medicine, or do you just want to see Gary again?"
She put her hands on her hips and adorned her purse. "I don't see why we can't do both. And besides, he just got home from the airport today. I haven't seen him for three days."
"Yes, but you texted him the whole time." I shook my head.
"He had a few meetings." I stood there, staring at her judgementally. "They were really LONG meetings. Anyway, are we going or what?"
[A. Drive down to the city.]
[B. Stay on the mountain.]
..............This is a copy of a another interactive fanfiction
I made that one too. I'm reposting it.
ohhhhh xd sorry.
[B. Stay on the mountain.]
Cool.
...bump?