Janie's Got A Gun (A 'The Walking Dead' Fanfiction)

Chapter One: Fighting With My Family

"JANIE!"
The piercing screech came from the bottom of the stairs. Janie sighed and ripped the headphones from her head.
"What!" She yelled back before listening out for her mother's reply. The only sound, however, was the quiet creaking of the old, neglected house, the groans of a lone walker outside and the muffled music coming from the headphones in her hand.
She huffed and jumped off of her bed, being careful not to knock over the stack of DVD cases which had a lamp balanced on top of them. She left her room and ran down the stairs, jumping over the bottom step which was carpeted with dusty clothes. In the hallway stood her mother Eileen, a blonde woman with chronic back pain and a crippling hoarding addiction, her father Merle, an ex army, drug addict who found pleasure in being extremely racist, homophobic and misogynistic, and trying to make a move on any woman in sight, and Janie's uncle, Daryl, he was the quieter of the two brothers and tended to hide behind his dirty blonde fringe, Janie admired him for his ability to not take shit from anyone, the only person he did take shit from was Merle.
"What do you want?" Janie asked with an annoyed tone, a few years ago she wouldn't have dared done this in fear she'd get a slap but she didn't care anymore.
"Your dad can't find the bike keys." Eileen replied, her thick southern accent evident. Janie turned to Merle.
"Why do you need the bike keys?"
"To use the bike." He sneered before removing the cigarette from his mouth and spitting on the ground.
"Yeah, no shit." Janie hissed ignoring his disgusting display. "Why do you need to use the bike?"
"Goin' on a supply run." He said.
Janie sighed before starting to sift through the boxes of junk that cluttered the hallway. She could imagine one of the brothers coming in from a long day of drinking and hunting possom and tossing the keys over their shoulder with no care about whether they'd find them later. She noticed a glint of metal at the bottom of the pile so reached her hand in and finally pulled out the keys. She tossed them to Daryl before turning back to the stairs.
"Aren't you gonna say bye to your daddy?" Her father asked, she didn't turn back to him but she could hear the smile in his voice. Creepy fucker.
"Bye."

Six Months had passed and the brothers still hadn't returned to their family. Eileen kept talking about them, about how they were bastards and she knew they'd do this to her one day. Janie told herself that maybe they were dead although in the back of her mind she knew they probably weren't. They were both strong, they could hunt and fight. They weren't dead and she hoped, for their sake, she never saw them again.
They had just finished the last of the food and water and Eileen ran out of medication a month ago, she couldn't get out of bed because her back hurt so much and she was constantly sick from withdrawal.

"Fine, I'll go on a run." Janie sighed, her and her mother had been arguing about it for months but Janie finally gave in. She was sick of her mothers whining.
She grabbed her uncle's old leather waistcoat, which had a pair of tattered angel wings stitched to the back, from a coat hook, hoping to obtain his hunting and tracking knowledge, and put it on over a large green combat jacket that used to belong to her dad, she then picked up an old crossbow and a couple of bolts before leaving the house.

Janie trudged through the forest when, suddenly, she froze, a possum ran out of a bush nearby and sprinted right past her. She quickly held her crossbow up and pulled the trigger, hitting the animal in the back, it rolled over onto its side but its legs were still moving rapidly as if it were on a treadmill. She shot again and this time the bolt pierced into its neck killing it instantly.
She carried on through the woods with the dead possum in hand until she came to a clearing where a lone RV sat.
"Can I help you?" She heard a man's voice behind her, she spun around to see he had dark skin and freckles, he looked kind as he smiled at her and wrinkles appeared next to his eyes. "I'm a doctor."
"You have medicine?" Janie asked, her eyes lighting up.
"That's exactly what we have." He replied cheerfully. "My name's Franklin." He held out his hand and Janie looked at it for a moment before sniffing aggressively until the back of her throat was filled with phlem, spitting into her own hand and shaking his.
"Janie." She nodded.

Janie sat down in the RV and tapped her foot on the floor as she looked around.
"It's nice in here." She said and Franklin nodded proudly.
"Thank you."
"You have electricity?" She pointed to a microwave which was tucked into a shelve above the sink.
"Solar panels on the roof." He replied as a young blonde girl stepped into the vehicle, she was also covered in freckles and had a strange tattoo that looked like a barcode on the side of her neck.
"This is my daughter, Laura." Franklin said.
"Here's everything you need." Laura smiled as she handed Janie three orange containers of pills.

Janie opened the front door and placed the crossbow on the floor,
"Mom!" She called. "I'm back."
She walked through to the living room and dropped the possum she had caught in shock.
"Mom?" She hesitated, slowly walking towards Eileen who was lay on the sofa. She reached her hand out and shook her mother but she didn't move, slowly her arm flopped off of the sofa, Janie lifted it up and felt her wrist, there was no pulse. Suddenly her eyelids flipped opened to reveal her yellow and bloodshot eyes, Janie gasped and jumped backwards as the walker sat up.

I don't know why I'm always so terrified to post the first chapter of a new story - Princexiero xx