Assassin vs Walkers

By Springborn

Prologue

Author's note: I've been wanting to do a Walking Dead fic for awhile now but was too nervous to write one but thanks to EasyCompany506 I was able to. He encouraged me to write this and post it. So thank you!

Day before the nightmare…

Kiara stood in the oval office, her amber eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked at her boss and friend, President Avery. He sat in his chair, looking exhausted. He stared up at the young woman in front of him, his blue eyes darkening with concern and worry. He looked older than forty as the frown lines in his face deepened. "My friend, I know I have asked a lot from you during your years of service here but I must ask you one last favor" he said. His eyes darted to the news on the T.V. For the last four weeks, cannibalistic attacks have been reported all over the states and the world. The government has been reporting it as a viral disease and recommended people to stay in their homes. US armies have been called in, putting martial law in some of the states that has been heavily affected by the disease. Sadly it is only getting worse as the disease like plague spread across the world and with no end in sight.

"What do you wish of me?" Kiara asked her Irish accent thickening with worry as she tried to keep the emotion controlled. She has worked for the president since she turned twenty as an assassin. Her family has been hired for their services for years. "You can ask me anything, Avery."

Avery smiled and nodded. "I want you to take my daughter, Ashley, and get away from here" he said. "I have a car packed with supplies, food, water, clothes, survival equipment and weapons. Everything you and Ashley to survive out there, I hope. I'm afraid that disease will cripple the world as we know it."

Kiara blinked in surprise at this and could feel her chest tightening at the request and stared at man in front of her and moved her gaze to the picture frame on the desk. It showed a young girl, about five years old, smiling at the person who took the picture. She has honey blond hair, bright blue eyes like her father, dimples that showed as she smiled happily. She had spent some time with the girl since she had been born and bonded with her. "Ben…are you sure? Surely this thing, this disease, can be cured?" she said. He nodded, looking very serious.

"Yes. I don't trust anyone else with her but you" Ben said and stood up, putting his hands behind his back. "It's starting to get harder to trust anyone here due to the danger of the disease. It's not just making people sick and raising the dead but it's causing the living turn into animals, even here. Ashley will be safer with you."

Kiara bit her lower lip as she listened and nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll take her with me but what about you? You're not coming with us?" she asked.

"No. I'm staying here to help with the preparations. I also left you some money in the glove compartment so you can buy extra supplies."

Kiara sighed and nodded. "Very well" she said, not liking this at all. She looked up as Ben put his large hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"You are my closet friend, Kiara and one of my best employees. I appreciate it." Kiara gave a small smile and nodded, not saying much. Ben smiled sadly. "Go. Ashley is waiting for you in her room. Hurry."

Kiara nodded and turned on her heal, heading out the door. She had a mission in this new nightmare and intent to keep her promise to her friend. Yanking her cell out, Kiara called home, hoping that someone would answer. The phone rang and rang till a familiar voice answered. "Hello? This is Hershel" came the familiar gentle voice\.

"Pops, its Kiara" she said. "I don't have much time to explain but I'll be home in a couple of days. Just stay safe."

"Kiara? Calm down sweetie. Is this about the sickness? Don't worry, we're fine but do be careful on the drive here" he said, his voice calm. She could hear Beth and Maggie in the background with the rest of the family.

"I will. Say hi to everyone for me" Kiara said and soon hung up, quickening her pace. People half ran and half jogged through the busy hallways, all yapping rapidly into phones or to others with them. The halls are alive with the activity as Kiara made her pass by them, taking a left and heading up the stairs to the personal living quarters. Her stomach felt tied up in knots as she headed to Ashley's bedroom and knocked on the door.

The door opened and out popped the head of the girl she had been looking for and smiled up at her nervously, having an idea that something is going on. "Kiara…is it time to go?" she asked softly.

"'Friad so lass" Kiara said. "Your father asked me to take care of ya and I plan to." She smiled. "Do you have everything packed?" Ashley nodded and raced back inside to grab her backpack and her stuffed bear, Pickles. Kiara never could figure out why the bears name is Pickles. "Stay close." Kiara took her hand and led her out of the room and down the hallway. The noise from downstairs could be still heard through the walls and floor, giving the area some calmness but that didn't stop the hairs on the back of Kiara's neck standing up straight.

There was a bang and crash behind them, something heavy landing on the ground and a low groan. It wasn't a groan of pain, it sounded hungry. The two turned and gasped at the sight behind them. Ashley whimpered and cried, holding her bear. "Daddy!" she cried. The form stood up, staggering almost with uneven steps, revealing the dead face of the president.

"Mr. President…" Kiara said as a rush of emotions crashed through her and dread filled her stomach. It mad her heart clench as she saw her friend as one of those things from the news, a flesh eating monster. "Ben…" She whipped out her Mk23 pistol from the holster on her hip that is hidden by her jacket and aimed it at the zombie's head. Ashley whimpered and cried, gripping Kiara's leg tightly as her body shook. "I'll keep her safe. I promise" her voice cracked as her hand shook slightly. "Forgive me." Kiara pulled the trigger, ending the shell of the president. The body dropped and Kiara bent down, holding Ashley against her.

The little cried against the older woman's chest. Kiara rubbed her back gently, feeling sadden by this. As an assassin she is trained to shut her emotions off at will so the mission isn't compromised. All the people she had killed in the years, none of them were family or friends. Ben Avery wasn't just the president, her employer but a friend and a father to the now orphaned girl in her arms. Kiara looked at the limp figure on the ground and frowned as she scooped up Ashley into her arms. He may have been a zombie when she had killed him but he was still the president and if anyone hadn't been there to have seen the wounds on him, she would be arrested for murdering the president. They had to make tracks and get out.

"Ashley, sweetie we need to go now" Kiara murmured to the girl, rubbing her back gently as she put her gun back into the holster and adjusted her grip. Ashley nodded mutely, holding onto the woman's neck. Kiara could understand how she felt and made her way down the hallway and down a flight of stairs to the first floor but stopped, hearing heavy footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw another zombie shambling towards them. Judging by the clothes it was Miranda, secretary to the president. Kira swore and ran down the steps, yanking her pistol out, shooting at the corpse, killing it. Ashley cried out, hearing the gunshot.

Kiara took off down the hall, keeping a firm grip on Ashley and keeping her pistol out this time, not wanting to take chances. She couldn't keep calling them zombies even though it's what they are now, dead bodies that were reanimated and now hunger for flesh. No, zombies are something from harmless movies; this is too real to be a movie. Biters, she thought. That seems to fit them better. She kept running, hearing someone call her name and turned to look. Her amber eyes narrowed as she saw Chris Morgan, a high profile agent and his two lackeys, Chuck and Brandon. They wore the black suits, white shirts underneath and ties. Chris is a man that has a way to charm people, especially women. Underneath it is a man that is cold and cruel, wanting nothing more than to take over the role of leader.

"Miss. McAuliffe what are you doing with Ashley?" Chris asked with a brow raised. "Shouldn't she back in her room?" There is a smirk on his thin lips as he spoke.

"No. My orders from the president are to get her out of here and keep her safety" Kiara said stiffly. "And I plan to do just that." Ashley didn't look up from her shoulder once since she had seen her father get shot. "So if you'll excuse us." She stepped back slowly, not turning her back on him or his goons. She didn't trust him and would most likely shoot her in the back.

"Oh? And where do you plan on taking her?" Chuck asked grinning darkly at them. "Don't you think she should stay here with us? Safety in numbers."

Kiara frowned and took another step back from them, keeping a tight grip on her gun. "Yeah, normally I'd agree with that but not this time" she said and twisted around, sprinting down the hallway and away from them.

"After her!"

The sound of thundering footprints behind them made Kiara run much faster, carrying Ashley. She jumped over a table and took a sharp left, kicking open a door and ran down the stairwell. She knew it led to the underground garage that held her vehicle. "Hold on baby girl" she said to the quivering girl in her arms as she ran. The door slammed behind them and she knew Chuck and his friend are behind them. She hissed as a bullet whizzed past her face, grazing her cheek. The stinging sensation is pushed back of her mind as she pushed through another door.

"Kiara, your bleeding" Ashley whimpered, seeing the thin trail of blood run down Kiara's cheek. Kiara smiled at her gently.

"I'll be okay" Kiara reassured her. "Just a scratch." She kissed her forehead as she headed to her van and opened up the backseat, setting her into the booster chair and buckled her in. "I'll get us out of here." Ashley's blue eyes are wide in fear and hope, nodding. Kiara smiled and checked the back of the trunk, seeing the bags and boxes of supplies and nodded to herself. She hissed as she dodged a bullet and turned, yanking her pistol out and fired twice, killing Chuck and injuring Brandon. She jumped into the driver's seat and started up the engine, driving passed the two jerks and headed out of the underpass, passing cars and people easily.

Kiara turned on the radio and switched it to the news station, hoping to hear anything about the disease and wondered how long it would take to reach DC. It already made its way in the white house. How long would it take for it to spill out onto the streets? It made her worried and glanced back at the girl in the booster seat, seeing that she had conked out and clutched her bear to her chest tightly. She gave a small smile as she drove. The news urged people to go to Atlanta, saying it's safe and has a refugee camp. She just hoped it was as safe as it advertised. It was going to be a long night. The sun is already setting and they still had over nine hours to go.

Decision made, Kiara headed to Atlanta with precious cargo. She breathed slowly through her nose as she pushed the images of the days out of her mind, needing to concentrate on the road. The news must have reached other people's radios as the road started to fill with cars and other vehicles, all heading to the same destination. She just hopes the roads wouldn't be son congested with vehicles that it would cause a blockage.

….

Five hours later and it is completely dark out except for the head lights and tail lights on the road. Kiara had stopped three times to do pit stops and buy some more supplies for the ride. All through the drive Ashley either slept or stared out the window blankly. Kiara felt her chest tighten at the sight as she continued to drive.

The minutes seemed to tick slowly as Kiara navigated passed the cars, seeing a lot of them had died from the lack of gas or battery. It's slowly becoming a car graveyard. Ashley stirred in her sleep as they neared Atlanta, clutching her bear. "Are we there?" she asked sleepily.

"Almost, four hours left" Kiara said as she kept driving. Her eyes felt tired and gritty but had to keep driving. People weren't always safe when forced to face a problem, even more so with the dead rising. She trusted them less with a child in the car. She hoped her family is safe and her grip tightens on the steering wheel. Ashley nodded and soon fell asleep again. Kiara spent the last few hours driving but it was getting harder as the cluster of cars and such crowding together, just about blocking the road all together. They were half an hour away from Atlanta now, not knowing the horror's that already ripped through the city.

Soon Kiara was forced to stop the van, seeing road block in front of her. "Shit…" she muttered darkly, glad that Ashley is asleep and looked back towards the girl. She sighed a bit, thinking of what to do next. She couldn't push the cars to the side by herself during the night, it would be suicide. It might be even worse in the morning. She ran a hand through her hair, biting the inside of her cheek as a bright white light flashed in the rearview mirror and looked up, her eyes growing wide as she saw a truck barreling towards them, the driver clearly dead. A pole is sticking through the blood splattered windshield. There wouldn't be time to get out of the van as she climbed into the back and wrapped her arms around the girl as the truck slammed into the rear of the van.

The van slammed into the cars in front of it, pushing into the blockage and making a path deeper onto the road. Kiara felt her body slam against the car seats, her head hitting the window, crying out. Ashley screamed in terror, clutching Kiara's shirt as the van rammed into a larger vehicle and the van flipped over, landing on the roof. The sound of screeching metal erupted through the quiet air before going silent.

Kiara coughed and winced in pain as her head throbbed violently and blinked her eyes, feeling blood run down her face. She looked down at Ashley in her arms, seeing that the girl is alive, just a bit bruised. She tried to move and hissed in pain as her leg is pinned under the seat, feeling metal dig into the flesh. She had to get them out. Her eyes scanned the destroyed van, seeing their belongings strewn about and found a crowbar just in reach. Gritting her teeth, Kiara tried to reach for it when she heard footsteps heading straight towards them. She swore, not sure if they were friendly or not.

"Hello! Is anyone alive in there?"

"Dude, are you sure this is worth it?" A weary voice asked, sounding tired and drained.

A gruff tone answered. "It's worth it; someone could be alive in there and need our help."

The crunch of boots came closer to the destroyed van and the light of a flashlight turned on, searching the ground. "Shit…it's a mess. I really doubt anyone survived it."

Kiara gritted her teeth, deciding that if they were going to be saved, she needed to call out. "Help!" she cried out weakly, feeling dizzy and light headed. "We're in here, hurry." The footsteps thudded on the pavement, running towards them. She winced as she saw a figure bend down and shine a light at them. "Hold on, we'll get you and your daughter out. Are you bit?"

"No…please, help…" Kiara wheezed, feeling the adrenaline and blood loss finally catching up to her. Her eyes felt heavy, whispering to her to give in. "Please...save her…"

"Hold on, stay awake. Ma'am? Ma'am! Daryl, T-Dog, get your asses here now!"

Kiara closed her eyes, passing out as she heard voices calling out to her before she fell into darkness, her mind tugging at her weakly, trying to reassure that she and Ashley would be safe.

TBC