It's back! The Walking Dead premiered a couple of nights ago and the episode was, as completely expected, amazing. I mean, wow! For anyone who hasn't seen the latest episode yet, this intro chapter won't spoil anything, but you should watch it before you read the next chapter, which I'm currently working on.

That brings me to the next order of business! My goal is to be able to upload a new chapter every week to keep myself from falling behind, but since school has started back up again, my time will be limited. I will try my best to keep to my goal, though!

Now, sorry for the shortness of this thing, but it's just an intro. Chapter 1 will be up later this week. So carry on, read, comment, whatever floats your boat!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything having to do with The Walking Dead.

Necessary Philosophies to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse

Introduction

It should have been a dream. That's what we all wanted. To wake up in our respective beds with soft blankets pulled up to our shoulders and sunlight pouring in through our respective windows.

Kie should have been curled up at my feet beneath the sheets, a goofy habit that she never grew out of as a kitten. Mom and Jack should have been bantering in the kitchen about what kind of cake would be made for dessert that night in celebration of the Navy man's return. Alas, no, that's not how it went. Kie is gone, surely. I hope she was able to escape the house back in Atlanta and fend for herself, but there's no way to know for certain if she is still alive. As for the rest of my family, you already know that half of the story.

I shouldn't be where I am now.

None of us should be. Funny how life always has a way to kick you while you're down. As if an apocalypse wasn't bad enough, our group is splitting at the seams, torn by the single bullet that ended all hope for Sophia. It had to be done, of course. No one will tell you otherwise, but it has struck a heavy blow. She had been right under our noses all the time, locked away in a shed, snarling and clawing with the rest of the walkers. And that realization is painful.

But what's worse is that none of this will get better. None of it. This isn't a bad dream that we'll all snap out of at any moment. Our respective beds have become tent-covered floors in the grass situated in the out skirts of Hershel's ranch. And we have no windows. Just the open sky above our heads, which is nice when the sun is high or the stars are bright. But our homes are gone, replaced with hungry undead things.

Now all we have is each other. A sad group of survivors to fight for our lives and make sure humanity remains on this lonely planet. But hey, each other is enough for me. Hell, Daryl alone would do the trick. It's certainly beats deer-hunting solo in the middle of butt-fucking Egypt.

We may never wake up from this nightmare, but at least we're suffering through it together. It's the least I can be grateful for.

Apologies for the shortness, but it's just to get this ball rolling. I'm going to attempt to change a few things about the story, like points of view and the like. Just little things. Fear not! I'm not doing an overhaul on this thing. I'm just gonna clean it up a bit and try to make it not so monotonous. Now, go forth and review!...Please?