Josh's Fanfiction Draft, The Walking Samurai.

'Ello ello, group three. This Fan fiction follows "The Walking Dead" The T.V Show.
After a virus has spread through the world everyones worst fear is confirmed - An Undead Apocalypse.. This Fan Fic is a little violent, excuse the gore! 


Please let me know your thoughts and i'm open to any advice on what I could do to spice up this piece ^_^


Plot: A less-than peaceful farm owned by Hershel Greene, has been raided and destroyed by a horde of the undead. The reanimated corpses of past friends and family are known as "walkers", mindless creatures, once human before their infection they are now something completely different. Their skin is constantly rotting away, their bodies move sluggishly, they do not feel pain and they crave only one thing. 


Flesh.


So! After an epic battle with over 500 walkers, one of our main characters Andrea has been split up from the group after being tripped up by a walker leaving everyone to think she was a goner. But Andrea is not a civil rights lawyer anymore, that was her old life. She had been trained by Rick Grimes best/worst friend Shane Walsh. 


She knows how to use a gun, and she doesn't take kindly to these walking rotting corpses especially after they took her sister away from her. 

The Walking Dead, Michonne the Samurai.

Exhausted and weary, losing count of how many there are, Andrea continues to stumble into the darkness of the forest. The croaks and the growls can be heard as the walkers drag at her feet. They stumble and limp after her eager to feed.

She pauses behind a tree to catch her breath, she double checks her pistol, it's out of ammo. "Oh Christ" she exhales, she double checks her duffle bag, apart from a rifle it's empty also. Andrea remains calm the sound of leaves crunching are approaching her.


Crunch Crunch Crunch..


A walker appears out from behind the tree, WHACK! She clubs it with the handle of her pistol. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She beats the walker until it can't move. That drew the breath out of her, she's running on her last battery, she can't go any further.

Another walker draws close, Are they ever going to stop coming? Andrea pulls out her knife from her pocket, and makes a well placed stab to its forehead. That's the only way to put these walkers down, a well placed bullet to the brain or blunt trauma to the head is the only way to keep this flesh hungry ghouls at bay.

Andrea stumbles, she falls to the ground a walker collapses onto her it's digging for her throat, at this moment Andrea is terrified, any bite, scratch or contact with walker blood she knows that within 24 hours she herself will become one these things that she herself despises. She screams and tries to aim for its head, but she's in panic and too weak to fend this one off her time is almost near.

SHINK!

The walker's head is sliced off and rolled away into the autumn leaves, the walker collapses and rolls over to one side, a hooded figure stands above her, her slim like physique suggests that she's a female but this isn't the figure that's shocking Andrea, she's shocked because behind her cloaked, mysterious saviour are two walkers bound in chains, with mouths wired shut and arms missing. Andrea takes in deep breaths trying to come back from her panic attack, her saviour flicks her sword removing the blood from the tip, she reaches down and pulls Andrea to her feet. Andrea starts to say the words "Than-" suddenly two fingers are presses sharply against her lips, "shhhh."

She removes the jacket from the walker that almost brought Andreas life to an end, and drapes it over her, Andrea accepts it with weariness and confusion. Next the samurai passes a chain connecting to one of the "neutered" walkers to her and points off into the distance, again she repeats the motion and press two fingers to her lips to signal 'no sound.' They march forward through the forest.


They walk quietly, the only sound coming from the rattling chains of the stranger's companions. Under the stranger's cloak is the scarred face of a once beautiful African-American woman. In her previous life, before the walker infection, she was a prominent family attorney with a thriving legal practice. Nowadays, instead of carrying her leather monogrammed briefcase, she carries a long thin bladed Japanese-made sword, a katana.


Walkers still search the forest aimlessly, hunting for any sign of warm flesh. As Andrea, her hooded guardian and undead slaves walk, a stray walker notices them. Part of the walker's kneecap protrudes from it's leg, giving it an uneven walk as it hungrily moves towards the ragtag group. A flash of metal reflects a stray beam of light through the trees as the katana flies towards the walker, hitting it just left-of-centre of it's forehead. The walker instantly stops moving, and falls to the ground.


The woman walks towards the corpse, to retrieve her weapon. Andrea takes the brief stop to ask the stranger her name. She replies simply, "Michonne". Michonne tugs on the chains of her walker companions, motioning them to move forward. With no other useful appendages other than legs, the walkers have little choice but to follow her. As they trek onward, more beams of light shine upon them from the trees - the exit to the forest is nearby.


After a few moments, the unlikely group is bathed in light. They have reached an open clearing, and the morning sun lingers over top of them. "Who are these walkers you've got chained up," asks Andrea, breaking the silence, "and why are you bringing them with you?". Michonne turns to look at her, and pulls off her hood. She waits, contemplating, and then replies, "I didn't think it would be fair to leave them behind." Andrea looks at Michonne, not yet understanding what she means. Michonne then finishes, "after all, they're my father and husband."