Yup, another Walking Dead story, and, I have to say, I surprised myself. Usually, I don't like to even read FanFictions with OC's and here I am writing one. Now, note that this character has nothing to do with me. She is completely made up, and, besides from maybe a few personality similarities, is different. I also think I have really improved in my writing ability, but if you have any suggestions, please let me know in reviews, or in a PM and I will always answer. With school work and other responsibilities that will get in the way, updates may be far apart, but I promise to do my best and get these done as quickly as I can. With that, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own The Walking Dead Game

She opened her eyes to find herself standing on a eerily familiar road, surrounded by what seemed like millions of demolished cars and puddles of dried blood splashed on the boiling pavement. She gasped and held held her nose as a revolting scent washed over her.

Heart thudding, she searched her memory for any sign of how she got here and what had happened, but the last thing she remembered was sitting in her room, on her bed, with a black game controller in her hand. Which, unfortunately, did not explain a thing.
Then, it dawned on her; the familiar surroundings, the vulgar smell, the disturbing groans in the distance... It couldn't be, could it? It was impossible! Yet, there she was, standing alone on a cluttered, damaged street in Atlanta, Georgia, states away from her home. Her eyes suddenly focused on a large hole in the railing that lined the side of the lifeless highway.

She placed a hand over her mouth as the shock and complete realization began to take over, causing a queasy feeling deep in her gut. Her hazel eyes glistened with tears in the hot, late summer sunlight with anxiety and her breaths became labored and uneven. Right now, all she needed was to go home, rest, and then figure out what was going on later. Lamentably, that was not an option. She fell to her knees and held her hair tightly with both hands, feeling as if there were a hundred tons of pressure weighing down on her lungs. Reaching into her pocket for her Asthma inhaler, she took two large puffs. It helped somewhat, but it could not calm her nerves or the fast pounding that resided in her chest.
That was when she heard it. "Officer?!"
"Oh, God, oh, God. I'm dreaming... I have to be dreaming!" She said to herself in a rushed whisper. Though, it was all too real. The tears she had been holding back finally escaped, running down her pale cheeks, dripping down onto her jeans, and soaking into her long, wavy hair. She knew from experience that she had to kick herself into action if she were to survive in this world she had been mysteriously forced into. She climbed unsteadily back to her feet, pulled herself together, and carefully began to half climb, half slide down the hill to possibly her only chance for survival.
Cautious not to crash into the black and white vehicle, she knocked on the cracked, blood-streaked window, getting a, "hello, is anyone there?" in response.
"Hello?" She called back, keeping her voice low, still amazed to hear it was actually him. "Um... Hold on, uh... I-I'll get you out!" She pulled on the door handle, and mentally smacked herself for doing something so stupid. "Of course it's locked," she said to herself out loud, rolling her eyes, "it's a fucking police car!"
"Hello?" The voice called again. He groaned. "What happened?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know," She sighed, not loud enough for him to hear.
"What?"
"Kick the window, it's the only way out." She moved out of the way as he struck the glass repeatedly with his foot, until it finally gave and shattered. He then pulled himself out of the broken panel and fell flat on his stomach on the steep hill of the forest floor. As Lee pulled himself back up, she turned away just in time before he fell against the car, creating a sickening ripping sound, while letting out a pain-filled cry. "Are you okay?" She asked soberly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, through gritted teeth. "Let's just get these cuffs off me." She nodded, and followed slowly behind him.
"Wait," she said as they approached the dead police officer.
"What's the matter?" He asked, turning to look down at the 16 year-old.
"I... Just be careful." He raised an eyebrow, before continuing toward the seemingly lifeless body. Meanwhile, the girl went over to collect the shotgun, then loaded it with the single bullet that lay a few feet away. She took the safety off, now thankful for all those violent video games she always played for her knowledge of guns.
"What do you think you're doing with that?" He asked, alarmed as the young teen raised the weapon to the zombie's head.
"You'll thank me later." She pulled the trigger and quickly handed him the keys.
"What the fuck did you do that for?!"
"I'll explain it later, now let's go!" She was now beginning to panic as she heard the moaning of at least a dozen walkers making their way to them. "Come on!"
"You're insane! He could've been still alive!"
"I'm not-" She was cut off when the monsters stumbled out of the underbrush, toppling over each other, and slashing at the pair. "Do it!" Lee grabbed the keys from her hand, and attempted to unlock his binds, failing, and dropping them at his feet. "Quit dropping shit!" She cried, then picked them up and unlocked them for him. "Run!" Lee took one final look at the horde before taking off after her.

She ran fast, not even sure of which way to go, only that she needed to find Clementine's house and get herself and Lee to safety. Only, the forest looked so much different than it did during the game. It looked realistic, every leaf, every tiny blade of grass poking out through the leaves looked real. The paths were complete, which meant there was no missing places where the camera angles would not have shown, making the woods bigger and her destination harder to find.

She then remembered Lee's leg, as he limped along far behind her, trying his best to keep up. She blew a large strand of honey-blonde hair out of her face with a puff and she ran back to be beside him. In her state of fright, she had not noticed a tall hill that was just visible through a tangled mesh of branches from where she stood beside the older man. Upon that hill, she saw what she hoped with all her heart was there and smiled with relief and hope that they may actually get through this.
"This way!" She said, pulling on the man's hand to quickly change direction, and headed toward the house where a certain, special little girl lived.