Chapter 1: Days Gone Bye
Rosalyn Miller wasn't exactly fond of guns, or any kind of weapons, but here she was, walking down the street with guns in her hand, pocket, and bag.
Twenty seven years old, Rosalyn worked as a doctor before the apocalypse began. As a result, she never had to even touch a weapon. Well on second thought, her father used to teach her to use one before she moved to Georgia because of her job, but since then, she never touched any kind of guns except for knives. Then there was the outbreak. Now she has to move from house to house, trying to stay alive, looking for food. Surviving.
Rosalyn's head sideways snapped when she picked up the clacking sound of horse's hooves on the dirt. Her eyes caught a man riding a horse with a sheriff outfit. He slowly approached her on the house. After getting off, he took off his hat and tipped it to her. The man wore a baffled expression "Hello?" he greeted as Rosalyn stared at him. She replied then.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you" He apologized. "I'm Rick Grimes. It's nice to see a living person." he extended his hand towards the woman.
"Rosalyn Miller. The feeling's mutual." she smiled and shook his hand. "I think I've seen you somewhere." she muttered while studying his face
"I'm a sheriff, ma'am." he chuckled.
"Well, I can see that." she chuckled "But no, I definitely know you from somewhere...but where?" She bit her lip before closing her eyes and muttering to herself, trying to remember him where she knew him from.
Her eyes opened as she smiled widely at him "Ah! You're that Rick Grimes! I was in charge of you in the hospital!" she exclaimed.
"You're a nurse?" he questioned while raising his eyebrow
"Doctor." she corrected
"No wonder your name sounded familiar. My head, it was ringing, but I thought I heard your name as I came in and out of consciousness." Rick nodded "But if I recall correctly, your name was Dr. Alexandra Miller...?"
"About that..." She rubbed the back of her head "My full name is Rosalyn Alexandra Miller, but I rarely use Alexandra-except at the hospital"
"Oh...okay, are you heading to somewhere?" he asked.
"Not at the moment" she shrugged lightly.
"Wanna come with me?" he offered as he put on his hat once more.
"Depends... where are you going?" she asked
"I'm headin' up to Atlanta for my family." Rick explained
"Ah...Lori and Carl isn't it?" she guessed as Rick nodded. "Okay then, I'll come with you"
Rosalyn smiled as Rick extended his hand towards her. "Alright then. It's settled."
Rosalyn grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull her up as she seated behind him "Hold on." he said as she nodded and gripped his shirt.
"Here we go" he said before he spanked the reins gently as the horse started to walk
About an hour later, they reached Atlanta. As they rode down the empty street, filled with empty burned cars, trash and blood, Rosalyn began to get rather worried. She gripped her gun with her free hand.
"This place gives me the creeps. Rick, I have a bad feeling about this."
"Keep your eyes open." he replied, snapping the reins once more. They passed a bus that had been set on fire and see two dead people sitting inside, completely burned.
Suddenly, both of the corpses get up from their seat and started towards the. The horse shrieked, backing away.
"Whoa!" Rick said as he tried to calm the horse down. "Steady. It's just a few. Nothing we can't outrun."
Rosalyn tried to calm her nerves by humming some random songs to herself but stopped when she heard the sound of a helicopter flying overhead. "Is it me or did you just hear the sound of helicopter?"
Rick paused and listened to the sound, "Yeah, it's not just you."
"Do you know where it came from?"
Finally, Rick pointed to a building which reflected the helicopter's reflection. He quickly snapped the reins and they started to chase the helicopter before stopping around the corner with a surprised look. There was a dozen - no, dozens of walkers forming a herd. Rick zoned out at it. Rosalyn snapped him out by poking him, "Come on!" she cried out.
He quickly turned the horse around and rushed back to the street they passed a while ago, only to meet another herd of walkers. Rosalyn put her hand on her knife while Rick tried to get them out from the center of it all.
"Shit." he cursed under his breath when the herds started to grab onto the horse. Rosalyn quickly pulled out her knife and began to stab any walker she could get at. The horse had already threw the pair off the moment before.
Rosalyn got up and saw Rick was being attacked. Quickly, she stabbed the walker and pulled it off of him. Glancing around, her eyes landed on a tank nearby.
"Go towards that tank, I'll cover you!" she yelled to him. He glanced between her and the military vehicle. "Go! Now!" Rosalyn shot at as many of the walkers around her and Rick as she possible could, the shots ringing off of the skyscrapers around them.
Rick slid underneath the tank, Rosalyn close behind him. Walkers still tried at them, and Rick was about to put a bullet in his head when he heard Rosalyn sounding frantic beside him. "There's a hatch!" Rick's eyes popped open and he got inside followed by Rosalyn.
Rick collapsed next to the body of a soldier, completely out of breath. The doctor beside him holstered her weapon and sighed out.
"Oh god..." Rick breathed out as he breathlessly reached out to pull the soldier's gun from the holster. Immediately, the corpse shifted and growled at him.
"Rick!" Rosalyn called out. She panicked and pulled out her knife intending to stab the walker, she leaned over him, striking it in the center of the forehead.
"Thanks." Rick breathed out as he put back his gun to the holster. Rosalyn crawled towards the walker and pulled her knife from its head. Rosalyn explained, deciding it was best to explain it to him; "You should be more careful. If you had fired of a round it would of resulted in a deafening echo as a result of repressed air."
"I don't expect less from a doctor." he slightly smirked. Rosalyn chuckled, running her finger back through her blonde hair, "I think we left your bag of guns out there."
"Don't worry about it now. Are you alright?" he asked
"Yeah, I guess..." she leaned against the tank's wall and sighed desperately, "I should have figured out more about those things, if only I have more time before they took over my lab." she muttered while rubbing her forehead.
"You have a lab? I thought you're a doctor" Rick raised his eyebrow curiously.
Rosalyn grinned, "Well, yeah. I was sent here because they wanted me to check on a disease, most likely those things out there. You can say I'm both doctor and scientist."
"That's great then." he smiled lightly.
"So, any idea on what should we do next?" she asked mildly.
"I honestly have no idea." he shook his head while resting his forehead to the back of the soldier's pistol, sweating. Rosalyn looked up to the ceiling and closed her eyes, only to open them again when she heard a crackling sound of a radio. Interested she nudged Rick's leg to get his attention.
"Did you hear that?"
"What? The walkers banging on the hatches? Yeah, sure, I heard that, loud and clear." he muttered.
"No. It's a sound of... a radio! There's no mistaking it Rick! " she insisted as the crackling started again and the voice of a man filled the silence of the tank.
"Hey, you, dumbass!" the voice called out. Rick and Rosalyn exchanged looks. "Yeah you, you two in the tank. Cozy in there?"
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