Dead Inside || The Walking Dead X Reader

•Two•

•Recap•
"That comic book fuckery isn't real!!" I swore, spit flying past my lips.
He stopped, looking over my shoulder. "Really? Turn around, (Y/n)."

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I turned quickly. And there it was, staggering out of the brush. She snapped her jaws, slobber and blood flying off of her lips, dribbling down her chin. I heard Warren open the trunk. He walked past me, wielding a baseball bat. "Who the fuck keeps a baseball bat in their car?" was the only thing my brain could register at that moment.

He slammed the bat into her face, knocking her down. She reached for him, her fingers outstretched and resembling claws. He hit her again, and again, and again. Blood splattered his clothes. He turned around, tossing me the blood-covered bat. It slipped through my fingers, smearing blood onto my shirt and hands. I tightened my grip on it, staring at Warren without saying anything.

"Yep. It's zombies alright," He chirped.

I got into the front seat, hugging the bat to my chest. I looked down at my white blouse and stupid pencil skirt. "I need different clothes," was all I could utter.

Warren sighed. "Alright. Fine. I'm pretty sure you have some clothes at my house," He said. "We'll go there first and get some shit. And then we're leaving the city."

I nodded. "Alright... alright."

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There were no people around Warren's apartment complex. No zombies, no people, not even cars. The street was empty.

Warren got out of the car and went around to Xevenie's side, opening the door and shaking her awake. "Get up. We're going inside," He said, pulling her out of the car. She blinked, shaking her head and groaning softly as we made our way up the stairs.

Warren unlocked his door and let us inside, before closing it silently and locking it. "(Y/n), there's a box of your clothes in the back of Xevenie's closet. Put some of those on. Xevenie, you pack some of your clothes and I'll get food and water into the car."

I held my temple. This was way too much for me. How the hell was Warren so calm about this? I was about to have a damn stroke and he was other there getting food, water, and supplies like he had trained for this for years.

I sighed and went to Xevenie's room, opening her closet. She was getting a bunch of her stuff into a duffle bag, but she stopped when I came in. "Is that blood?"

"Yup."

I changed into a pair of black jeans and a black and white striped t-shirt. "Got a spare pair of shoes?" I asked, glancing in my sister's direction.

"Yep. Warren got me a pair of boots last month. They didn't fit me. They should be about your size," She said, pointing in the direction of the closet.

"Thanks," I said, peeking back into the closet. I grabbed the pair of combat boots that obviously weren't Xevenie's style and put them on.

Xevenie was seventeen, with a rebellious personality, bright (e/c) eyes, and a snarky tongue. Her hair was dyed pastel pink, and she always wore flashy, colorful clothing. I wasn't fond of her color choices, but I had to admit, she had style. Right now, she was wearing a pair of jean shorts, a pale yellow crop and a light blue jacket with pink converse.

I brushed a hand through my hair, sighing as I looked into the mirror. I wiped a small smudge of blood from my cheek, blinking, before looking away. "Come on. Let's go help Warren," I spoke, grabbing Xevenie's duffle bag off of the floor so she didn't have to carry it.

Warren was in the kitchen, putting everything edible into another duffle. "This is insane," I muttered, rubbing my eyes as I grabbed the bag with supplies in it.

"Alright, so bad news," Warren said. I scoffed. Everything was bad news today. "I don't have any weapons. Y'know. Because I'm not a murderer."

"You take the bags to the car. I'll go check around the apartments to see if I can get anything useful," Xevenie said, walking out of the apartment.

"Hold on, Xev," I called, following her out. The way walking down the hallway, jiggling on doorknobs. "I don't think that breaking into anyone's apartment is going to make anything better..."

"What? It's not like anyone's here to stop me. Besides... I'm pretty sure that none of them will need it anymore." She grinned. "After all, it's the end of the world. Right?"

"Knock your shit off," I scolded, rolling my eyes. "And get out of the way." Xevenie moved away from the door that she was trying to get into. I slammed into it and it popped right open. The momentum sent me tumbling to the ground.

I blinked hard and stood up, dusting my jeans off. Xevenie was already in the kitchen, searching for snacks. I decided to actually do what we came in here for and look for anything that could be used as a weapon.

I looked around in the bedroom, scoring a set of golf clubs. I could hear Xevenie opening a door outside, so I walked out of the bedroom. "Alright. Let's go." I held up the clubs, and she grinned.

"Nice. Toss me one." I obliged and tossed her a driver.

"(Y/n)! Xevenie! Get out here, we've got company!" Warren's distant voice called. Xevenie and I exchanged glances, before running out of the apartment.

We saw Warren down below in the parking lot, beating a zombie's head in with the baseball bat that he'd stored in his car for some weird ass reason. Xevenie and I hurried down the stairs, the metal thunking loudly below us. Xevenie and I made it into the parking lot, jumping into the car. Warren got in as well, pressing on the gas.

The car lurched forward, crushing a Z under the tires. "Let's get the fuck out of here," Warren said, before pushing a button on the radio. The radio came to life, spouting upbeat music as he swerved out of the parking lot.