Chapter 1: BOOM

Greetings, it's been a while!
I apologise to the abscence of this fic and me, I had to reupload it to another account due to multiple reasons, the most obvious is I got to University (Yaaaaaaay) and I made a plethora of new friends, the only problem is they all read Fanfiction, which is a problem for me as if they found out I write it, the abuse would be constant and never ending, hence the re-upload to a new account. I apologise in advance for the reupload. In other news; a new short story is being made on my main account, in a new universe, so you'll have that to look forward to sometime before midnight on Wednesday. And thank you for the fans of this PM'ing me for its return, this is for you.

Welcome back to the suck.

A/N: Greetings, welcome to my first fic, hopefully you shall find it adequate, I will say several things here that I shall not repeat again.
1. I do not own The Walking Dead, I am merely using it to further my writing skills and allow people to (hopefully) enjoy my creation in this universe. All copyright goes to the respective owners.
2. Any reference I make to songs are not mine, merely mentions of songs that I know on the piano, I do not own any content from these songs in any way, shape or form.
3. This fic is a self-insert, I try not to stray into Mary-Suedom, all parts described are either actual abilities, knowledge or research.
4. (This is purely optional): I would greatly appreciate reviews, they mean a lot to me, any review is welcome but I prefer constructive criticism, flaming for flaming sake will probably be ignored.
5. I update when I can, I'm not a machine, I work on them when I can, so don't expect one chap a day or similar.
6. This story is rated 'T' but has descriptive scenes of battle and swearing, you have been warned.
And lastly...
7. ENJOY.

And so it begins...

The quiet sound of nature filled the air, flies buzzed, crickets chirped and woodland creatures squeaked. But it was an infinitely better sound than the moans and groans of the deceased corpses wandering the state of Georgia.

It was a hot day, even for Atlanta this was just HOT, it was like a furnace in Hell, the heat beat down ferociously onto the survivors holed up on the hilltop in the Atlanta gorge, but still they continued as normal; cooking, cleaning, washing and just plain surviving.

"Damn, why does it get so hot during July?" Asked T-Dog to no one in particular, moving to the shade of the RV and plopping himself down on a foldaway chair.

"Welcome to Georgia" joked Glenn as he continued staring daggers at Jim and Dale who were butchering the Mustang for parts.

"Y'all aint had a summer down south, gits so hot y'all be so red y'all would be like tiny raw sausages" quipped Daryl "Now, hurry up Sheriff, my brother aint saving himself."

Rick walked out of the tent in his signature uniform and hat with his Python strapped to his belt and a knife attached to the other side of the buckle, he hated he was going so soon after finding his family, but he had an obligation to help Daryl, out of will to keep his humanity if nothing else. He stared at Lori and Carl doing school work as he sighed and responded.

"Fine, let's get goi—"

He never got to finish his sentence when a deafening BOOM sounded in the distance, the sound was so loud it was like someone had dropped a nuclear bomb of decibels next to them, the air seemed to pulsate with tremors from a shockwave as the air was rent in two by the sound.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?!" Rick yelled up to Dale on the RV scanning the valley for the source.

The old man checked the area through his scope, the air vibrated again as another echoing, deafening BOOM! filled the air.

"I see someone lying down on a rock about 600 meters away and he has what looks like a..." said Dale down to the group as he lowered his rifle and looked confused.

"A what?" Asked Rick, his mind on high alert as yet another burst of sound from the person reverberated throughout the area.

"See for yourself" said Dale as he dropped his telescopic rifle into Rick's waiting hands, Rick looked through the scope and saw a black shape that was undoubtedly a person fire a large weapon into the valley below. He threw the weapon back up to Dale and turned to view the scared campers.

"Alright, we need to go and stop that person before he alerts every walker in Georgia; Glenn, T-Dog and Daryl with me, after we deal with this person then we go look for Merle." Said Rick as yet another BOOM! rent the air, the group started panicking from the sound, worried it would draw the walkers to their hiding spot.

"What if he's hostile?" Asked Glenn as they started sprinting after the sheriff. Trying to keep up with the frenetic pace he set.

"Shoot to wound" said Rick as they moved to stop the stranger.