Hey to those reading this fanfic! It has been a long time since i wrote anything and first time i write about The Walking Dead. Hope you like this one and I try to keep the characters like they are on the series. Any feedback is very much appreciated ;o) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to The Walking Dead. Just my characters.

I ran. I fell. Everything turned black and cold.
A feeling of death inside the bones.
Was I shot? Was the city at war?
Like a shipwreck I died going into myself, drowning inside of nothingness.
Hell, was I really dying?

I felt like in a daze. Darkness. As if a huge cloud surrounded me. It was black and it was pain. Everything hurt and was numb at the same time. Was I even awake or dead already? My thoughts circled around and around but I couldn't feel my body. I felt heavy, like something was pushing me down. Was it actually someone or something pushing me down or was it just bad feelings weighing me down? I tried to move again and suddenly I felt my hand moving. Did I really move or was there someone touching me?

There was a clicking sound, a gnarling. All of a sudden pictures were in my head. Dead people walking … dead people killing … … dead people eating the living ones … My eyes widen in shock when I realized what had happened and I saw a head right in front of me. It gnarled. It seemed as if it gnashed its teeth in anger, because it couldn't get to me. Lucky me, it wasn't getting any closer.

I was lying on my stomach. I tried to lift my head but immediately felt a harsh pain in my neck. I didn't mind the pain while I saw that thing in front of me. It couldn't get closer, could it? When finally I turned my head, I saw a pile of dead people and trash on top of me. Looking back to the gnarling head and I froze. It actually was only a head and a throat with a little bit of a body and an arm. Did it come closer?

I blinked and saw the arm moving a bit, this fuckin' head was coming closer. I tried to use my arms. One was under my body, but my right arm was pressed next to my hip. I used all my strength to shift and finally it moved. Looking around in panic for a weapon to defend myself, I reached for a pipe next to me. As I moved the creature's growling grew louder and it seemed to try to reach me even harder. It was as if my moving was motivating that damn thing to come and get me faster. With the pipe in my right hand I shoved the head away from me. I had no strength to smash it.

"Ha!" Did I just hear someone laughing? I moved my head as best as I could, taking in my surroundings, but saw nothing. I inhaled deeply and tried to crawl from all the shit that was lying on top of me. I felt a movement from the pile of human crab on me and stopped moving. Was some of these bodies not dead, but above dead? There was no time to think and I didn't want to waste time. With one arm I tried to crawl forward, pushed myself out of this human tomb and stood up. Around me the buildings were kinda smashed, what had happened? I just couldn't remember.

Suddenly a hand reached for me. I stumbled back over the geek with just a head and an arm, and almost fell again. Again Pain shot through me. My legs hurt and I couldn't feel my left arm. A walker with his arms outstretched came closer. Panic rose in my heart and I grabbed the pipe harder, ready for whatever would come. It was much stronger than that gnarling half asshole to my feet. The grumbling grew louder, but it wasn't just the walker in front of me. There were two more walkers coming around the corner.

You can do that Ella, you just have to deal with this for the moment. You will be safe in a bit. I heard the voice of my brother in my head.

Really? Was asked sarcastically.

At first I had to deal with the one right in front of me. I smashed the pipe on the side of its head and it fell to the ground. My left side hurt due to the straining movement. But it paid out. The dead body was now dead for sure. I walked backwards, my eyes still on the oncoming walkers. I heard a gargling from the ground and looked at the half zombie who tried to eat me before. I smashed his head with the end of my pipe.

Two left. I played with my pipe as if I was holding a bat. "Come on and try to get me you fuckin' …" I was interrupted by some more gnarling and a dragging sound behind me. I turned around to face a group of walking dead bodies coming right at me.

"Holy shit!"