lokis_mayhem: (ZombieApocalypse)
Title: Dr. Sezy!Zombie Goes Greene
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Dr. Sexy Zombie (this guy) and bunches of other walkers. Mentions my honey Shane but not by name.
Warnings: This is crack!fic - meant to amuse and not to be taken all that seriously. You are also warned for language if that kinda thing bothers you.
Word Count: 1230 per wordcounter.net
A/N: My good friend [livejournal.com profile] gategurl and I both took a notice in Dr. Sexy!Zombie in the finale episode of TWD (2x13: Beside the Dying Fire). She noticed that Dr. Sexy!Zombie was not present at the barn-burning and we wondered if maybe he was just wandering about in the woods the whole time. Then this popped into my head and voila! Crack!fic is born. Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] gategurl for betaing this for me! <3 You rock, bb!

Please note that I do not own these characters - Robert Kirkman and AMC and all those cool people have that honor. I just take them out and play with them every now and then. There are several pop culture references in this piece: 1 - Dr. Sexy is a Supernatural reference; 2 - "Swim down together" is a Finding Nemo reference (my kid was watching the movie while I was writing and it just sorta seemed to work); "Tonight we dine in hell" is a 300 reference.

Translation for zombie speak is in parentheses. I really hope you like it!

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lokis_mayhem: (Christmas - ShaneWalsh)

Title: Merry Christmas, Carl Grimes
Word Count: 2279
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Summary: Carl's only five, he should still believe in Santa.
Author's Note: It was in my head, so I wrote it. This is unbeta'd - if you see anything that needs to be fixed, let me know! As always, none of the TWD characters belong to me (sadly). I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. No profit, other than making myself smile. :-)

Still no zombies... Holiday fluff instead )

lokis_mayhem: (JonBernthalPoint)

Author/Artist: 1_rhiannon_1
Title: Serve With Honor
Challenge: Short Challenge
Word Count: 100 per wordcounter.net
Rating & Warnings: G, No warnings
Summary: A soldier bids farewell to his lover as he reports for wartime duty.
Author’s/Artist’s Note: Fanfic, based on Day Zero.
Prompt used:
(Setting) Train station
Optional Challenge: Don't use the word "and" Do you have any idea how hard that is?! I did it though!

Serve With Honor )
lokis_mayhem: (TWD - Shane bling)
Author/Artist: 1_rhiannon_1
Title: It All Comes Back
Challenge: Short Challenge
Rating & Warnings: none
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Memories never want to stay dead and buried.
Author’s/Artist’s Note: The Walking Dead
based. This is unbeta’d and unedited (except for standard spellcheck). Any and all errors are mine.
Prompt used: Full Circle

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lokis_mayhem: (TWD - Rick&Shane-SideEye)
Author/Artist: 1_rhiannon_1
Title: Three Floors Down, Then Out
Challenge: Short Challenge
Rating & Warnings: I’d rate it a solid PG-13. There is a bit of gore but if you’re into the fandom, it’s nothing.
Summary: Shane tries to get out of the hospital and runs into some resistance along the way.
Word Count: 1426 (Sorry! I got a bit out of control on this one!)
Author’s/Artist’s Note: Based on The Walking Dead. This scene was actually shot – it goes with episode 1x06, TS-19 – but was cut from the final product. To my knowledge, this scene has never seen the light of day, which is a shame because it explains a lot. There was a soldier, there were red tags, and the bit with Shane and the soldier shooting the walker did happen. The rest, I just sorta filled in the blanks. Hope you like it. He was trying to be quiet at first – it just didn’t last long *grin* Hope this will satisfy the prompt anyway. Oh, one more thing: This is unbeta’d - any and all errors are mine.
Prompt used: someone is trying to be quiet
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POV: First person narrator who is not a main character - [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions community prompt

Author/Artist: 1_rhiannon_1
Title: Ain't No Place for No Hero
Challenge: Short Challenge
Rating & Warnings: some mild language, death of an animal,
Summary: A bystander watches Rick Grimes's epic entrance into Atlanta
Author’s/Artist’s Note: This is fanfic for The Walking Dead - that's more my niche than original fiction. This popped in my head when I was on the treadmill earlier and I had to get it out. The title is inspired by the song that played when the idea hit me, "Short Change Hero" by The Heavy. Guillermo isn't a main character so this should fulfill the prompt. I went over a bit on the word count - 634 words. Hope you like it!
Prompt used: (POV) first person, secondary character

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This is it, the last one for a while. *big sigh* If you need me, I'll be off in a corner, crying a little.

Title: Flash Fiction #31
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 728
Characters: Rick Grimes, Andrea, OCs
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: [livejournal.com profile] luveskane and I decided that it would only be right for Rick to finish off Flash Fiction Month. I desperately want him to have a happy ending, so I gave it to him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Rick or any other character associated with The Walking Dead – I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

Rick Grimes sat on the porch swing, the sound of the children playing and laughing as they chased the dog music to his ears. The years had been long and difficult, the road behind them littered with broken dreams, losses, and so much pain. He thought back, remembering the struggle of day-to-day living, trying to survive against the threat of the walkers, an enemy that seemed endless and overwhelming. It made him sad to remember that the walkers weren't the most dangerous of enemies; at times, their fellow survivors were just as brutal, just as ferocious. He still had pain from time to time, his scars still stood out against his skin. The worst scars, though, were the ones on the inside. They never saw the light of day, but they ached all the same.

The screen door behind him closed with a bang, bringing him out of his reverie. He looked up and smiled as Andrea crossed the porch, dropping onto the swing next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes in contentment as she snuggled her head against his chest.

"What's got you looking so gloomy, honey? It's such a beautiful day. I thought you’d be out playing with the kids, enjoying yourself."

He sighed and looked down at her. "I was just thinking about before. All the things we went through, all the people we've lost along the way."

She sat up and looked him in the eye as she stroked his cheek. "I wish you wouldn't do that to yourself. I know it's hard to let go of the fear and worry but it's been years. The walkers are gone now. Looking back… it doesn't do anything except bring you pain. We made it through, we survived. I’m not saying that you should forget those times, honey. Just don’t live in the past.”

Rick looked away, his gaze going immediately to the electric fence that encircled their land, to the huge shed that housed their generators and fuel. Andrea followed his gaze and shook her head as she caught Rick’s chin in her hand, forcing him to look back at her. “You do what you have to to protect us. The fence, the generators, those are necessary. Those represent lessons learned. But you also need to remember is that you have a beautiful family that adores you. We have this land, our home. Life is good now, so smile for me! Or do I need to get my gun and threaten you with it again?"

Rick laughed, remembering the first time he'd met Andrea. "I don't know, you think you can figure out the safety this time before you aim it at me?" She poked him in the chest, squealing as he hauled her into his lap. He wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her close against his chest. "I love you, you know that right?" He caressed her cheek, kissing her softly. "You've made me happy again. I wasn't sure that was even possible." She smiled as she kissed him back, saying “I love you too.”

They held each other, allowing the gentle rocking of the swing and their own company to comfort them.

"Grandpa Rick! Come see what Carl Jr. did!" Little Caroline's voice brought Rick's attention back to the present. She was laughing as she danced around in the yard, pure joy evident in the smile on her face.

Rick sighed and lifted Andrea out of his lap, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he stood up. "Duty calls, honey. What time did Carl and Sophia say they'd be here to get the kids?"

Andrea grinned and said, "Sophia said six o'clock, dinnertime as usual. You've got a couple more hours to play before they get here. Go have fun. I'm going to go start dinner."

Rick blew Andrea a kiss and walked down the stairs to the yard. Carl Jr. was trying to convince the dog that he was really a horse; the dog was having none of it and kept rolling over on his back, throwing Carl to the ground. Caroline clapped her hands, thrilled with the game. Rick scooped her up and swung her in the air, laughing as she squealed before he caught her.

Andrea was right; life was good now. Sometimes, people got a happy ever after after all.
lokis_mayhem: (TWD-Shane)

Almost done with Flash Fiction month! Part of me is really sad - the rest of me is really tired *g*

This could be triggering so, if LJ will let me, I'll cut it. If not, the few of you that are reading these anyway, skip it if you have abuse triggers!

Title: Flash Fiction #30
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 1212
Characters: Ed Peltier, Shane Walsh, mentions of others
Warnings: Abuse, could be triggering.
Author’s Note: This probably makes Shane out to be more heroic than he was but I could see this happening under the right circumstances. By Godric, someone needed to do it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters associated with The Walking Dead – I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

The rest of the story... )
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Title: Flash Fiction #28
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 1171
Characters: Car Zombie (played by the awesomely kick-ass Sonya Thompson)
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: We have no idea how Car Zombie came to be but she deserves to have her story told. When we met her in Omaha, she said that she’d tried to think about what her zombie might’ve been doing when she was turned and she said that since she was wearing a cardigan, maybe she was a school teacher. I sorta bastardized that idea. The High Museum of Art really does exist n downtown Atlanta and they really do have Kids’ Days but that’s about as much research as I really did for this one.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Car Zombie or any of the other characters of The Walking Dead – I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

Maggie Buchanan loved her job at the High Museum of Art. There was always something interesting going on – some new show to plan and unveil or an exciting new artist getting their first real shot at distinction. Wednesdays were always her favorite though – Kids’ Day. There was nothing like giving tours to the school groups and watching the little ones have fun creating their own artistic pieces to take home at the end of the day. Hobnobbing with the hip and trendy was ok but, sometimes, you just needed to finger paint with the kiddos.

Today’s group was currently enthralled with the exhibitions in the main gallery but that probably wouldn’t last long. It was a small group; only five children today. She walked toward the group, intending to move them along to the children’s area. Her attention was caught by the television sitting on the corner of the receptionist’s desk. The volume was down but the words “OUTBREAK CAUSES MAYHEM IN DOWNTOWN ATLANTA” scrolling across the bottom of the screen was enough to capture her notice. She walked behind the counter, motioning to the kids’ teacher that she’d be there in just a moment. She turned the volume up just enough to hear the reporter say, “…no one is sure what caused the outbreak but, as you can see behind me, the National Guard has been called out to restore order. At this time, those efforts have proved to be unsuccessful. Everyone is asked to please stay indoors. Do not open your doors to anyone. At this time, we…”

Maggie snapped the television off, the fear in her eyes clearly evident. She walked through the main gallery and down the stairs to the front of the museum. As she opened the door, the scene that greeted her outside was utter chaos. People were running in the streets, screaming in terror. Maggie swore that she saw people biting other people, chasing after them and bringing their victims down like wild animals. Maggie hurriedly closed the door and locked it before running back to the main gallery.

“Miss Carlson, I need to see you for a moment. Children, amuse yourselves for a few minutes and we’ll be right back.” Maggie tried to flash the children a confident smile but she was certain that she hadn’t quite managed it. When they were far enough away from the children, Maggie said in a low voice, “I just saw a report on television that there’s some sort of outbreak in the city. I went to look outside and it’s… well, it’s insane out there. The news is reporting that everyone should stay inside, keep their doors locked, but I really feel like we have to get these children out of here. Their parents will be frantic.” Maggie gestured toward the television; from the footage shown, the National Guard still hadn’t been able to restore order. It was pandemonium out there. Miss Carlson’s eyes widened and her face went pale.

Miss Carlson nodded her agreement as she cast nervous glances toward the door. “The bus is parked on the street; it’s not far from the entrance. I think that, between the two of us, we can get them to the bus and out of here. What about you? Will you be ok once we get out of here? We’ll be happy to take you with us to the school, if you’d like.”

Maggie shook her head. “I’ll be fine, I’m sure. I’ll help you get the children out of here and get to my own car. They have to be our priority though. Let’s go get them ready to leave. It’ll be hard to explain but they really need to stay very quiet and move very fast.”

As Miss Carlson went to talk to the children, Maggie grabbed her keys and began to turn off the lights in the other parts of the museum. Until this was over, she wouldn’t be coming back, she was sure. She intended to get home, lock the doors, and wait it out.

She walked back into the mail gallery in time to catch the end of Miss Carlson’s instructions. “Remember! I need you to stay very quiet and move quickly. Miss Maggie will be going to our bus with us – I need you to stay with us at all times. No matter what you see or hear, you have to move quickly and stay very quiet, ok?” The children’s faces betrayed their fear but Maggie knew that, once they stepped outside and got a glimpse of what waited for them out there, their fear would grow by leaps. All she and Miss Carlson could do was hurry them along and get them to the bus safely and quickly.

She pasted a smile on her face as she joined the group. “Everyone ready?” The children nodded and huddled close together. No matter her smile, they knew that things were not ok. “OK, let’s go then. Remember what Miss Carlson said: be quick and be quiet! Let’s go!” She and Miss Carlson shepherded the children out the door.

The scene that greeted them was like something straight out of a nightmare. Maggie forgot about locking the door behind her; all she could think about was getting the children to the bus and out of harm’s way. “Come on, kids, let’s hurry!”

The children were crying, but they tried very hard to stay as quiet as possible as they ran to the bus. They’d almost made it when one of the children fell and cried out. Her cries caught the attention of one of the outbreak victims; Maggie watched, horrified, as he actually sniffed the air before staggering in their direction.

“Keep going! I’ve got her!” Maggie called to the others as she scooped the little girl up off the ground. Cradling the child in her arms, Maggie ran for the bus as fast as she could. Miss Carlson and the other children had made it to the bus and were climbing aboard when Maggie reached them. She handed her charge off to Miss Carlson as she said, “You get them loaded and get out of here. I’ll distract these things and keep them away from you. Good luck!”

Maggie ran in the opposite direction, hoping to draw as many of the creatures away from the bus as she could. Over her shoulder, she saw the bus pull away from the curb and she smiled in relief. At least the children were safely away.

Caught unaware as she watched the bus, a man, one of the creatures, grabbed Maggie by the arm as she ran by. He pulled her into the back of the car he was sitting in and attacked. She tried to fight him off but he was too strong, crazed by his hunger. His teeth ripped into her flesh, blood ran down her neck and soaked the cardigan she was wearing. As her vision wavered and faded to black, Maggie wished that she’d accepted Miss Carlson’s offer of a ride.
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Title: Flash Fiction #27
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 616
Characters: Sophia
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: This is set before the CDC went boom. I thought that a girlSophia’s age would be into keeping a diary if she could – I kept a diary when Iwas her age. And it would be something special for her since no one would knowabout it. Plus I hadn’t written about Sophia yet and I’m trying to geteverybody in before my clock runs down.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sophia or any of the other characters associated withThe Walking Dead, sadly. I just like to take them out and play with them fromtime to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are mine. If you seeanything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!


Dear Diary,

Mom doesn’t know I’m writing this. I found it on thebookshelf in the library here. I guess someone put this notebook on the shelfby mistake. I’m glad I picked it up to look at it – I need someone to talk tobesides Carl and my Mom.

It’s been a hard week for us all. There have been some goodthings though. Carl’s dad found the camp! It was really weird cause we allthought he was dead. Shane said so. He met up with Glenn and the others whenthey went into the city for supplies and came back with them. Carl is so happy!His mom seems happy too but something is wrong with her. I don’t know what butCarl says that Shane is making her sad. I don’t see why – I like Shane. He wasalways nice to me and my mom.

That’s another thing that happened. I found out about itlater – I overheard Andrea and Amy talking about it. My mom was down by thequarry with some of the others, washing clothes, and my dad got mad and hither. Shane hit him back, a lot. My dad’s face was all bloody and bruised – he couldn’teven see. He wanted us to stay with him that night but the others were having aparty and Mom wanted me and her to go.

It’s a good thing we did. Some of those things, the walkers,came to the camp. They attacked my dad and killed him. They killed a lot ofothers too – I miss Amy the most. I feel like I should be sad about my dad andI am, a little. But mostly, I’m just glad that no one is mean to my momanymore. I hated to hear her cry.

Carl’s dad, Sheriff Rick, said that we had to leave thecamp, go to the CDC. Mom told me that that’s where they cure diseases likesmallpox and stuff like that. Anyway, Shane said that we had to go to FortBenning instead. Shane and Rick sorta got real mad at each other for a littlebit but then we ended up going to the CDC anyway. That’s where I am now.

My friend Carla and her family didn’t come with us though. Herdad said they had family in Alabama, I think. They were going to go thereinstead. I miss her a whole lot. She gave me her dolly before she left – Icried all the way to the CDC. I sleep with the doll every night and take iteverywhere with me. Carl laughs at me but what does he know? He’s a boy.

When we got here, we were almost attacked by more walkersbefore we could get inside. The doors were locked and everyone was yelling ateveryone else. It was really scary. The doors finally opened and this guy, Dr.Jenner, let us in. We all had to give him some blood – he said it was the priceof admission. It didn’t hurt too bad. At least he fed us when we were done.

And we all got to take hot showers! This place is great!There’s a game room for me and Carl, but we can’t turn on any of the games.There are a lot of books too. That makes mom really happy. She told me that shethinks we can stay here and be safe for a long time. I sure hope so. I’m reallytired of living in the woods and being scared all the time. Being locked inhere, it feels safe.

Uh oh, Mom’s coming. Gotta go. This’ll just be my secret.

[ETA: This was posted at my blogspot last night - I didn't skip a night! *g*]
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Finally! This one took a while! Again, I broke the 1000-word limit but not by much this time. I hope you like it - I'm looking at you, [livejournal.com profile] luveskane !

Title: Flash Fiction #26
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 1075
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Andrea
Warnings: This one is pure imagination, set sometime in season 2. [livejournal.com profile] luveskane gave me the idea – Andrea has become my personal little TWD village bicycle, I’m afraid. I kinda envy her though, to be honest.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Daryl, Andrea, or any other character associated with The Walking Dead, much to my ever-lasting regret. I just like to take the characters out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are mine (and, considering how out of it I am right now, there are probably plenty of them!). If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

Andrea grabbed her backpack and wandered quietly out of camp when no one was watching. She didn’t really plan for things to happen this way; she just saw her opportunity and took it. She hated to disappear on the group, hated to cause them worry about what had happened to her. She just couldn’t take it anymore.

She’d been wandering for a while when she came across what was probably some sort of summer camp before the walkers came. Seemingly deserted now, there were multiple cabins and what seemed to be a longhouse shower cabin. Her first thought was that this would be perfect for the group; maybe there would even be a generator for the showers. Then she snorted out a laugh – she’d left the group. They’d either find the place on their own or not. It was no concern of hers. Not anymore.

Andrea wandered through the camp, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her heart skipped a beat when someone clapped their hand over her mouth and grabbed her around her middle, hauling her through the doorway of the longhouse. She screamed but no sound escaped thanks to the big hand over her face. She could barely breathe.

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You got a death wish or somethin’?”

Daryl. She sagged in relief, closing her eyes and willing her heart to start beating normally again. Daryl released her and she whirled on him. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, you damn moron?! You scared the hell out of me, grabbing me like that. You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you!” She slapped his chest and glared at him.

“Keep your fuckin’ voice down!” he hissed as he snagged her wrist and dragged her to the window. “Look at that. You woulda walked right in the middle of ‘em.”

Andrea looked out the window and gasped; there was at least a hundred walkers out there, just milling around on the other end of the compound. There was a small group of them not a foot from the other end of the longhouse. Daryl was right – if he hadn’t grabbed her, she’d have likely walked right into them. She looked back at him, abashed. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come.

“I saved your life. You’re welcome,” he said. He went back to cleaning his arrows. “I blocked the doors and windows, all but this one. We can’t risk leavin’, not now. We’d draw them right back to the others. It’d be a bloodbath. We’ll have to wait it out, wait’ll they leave on their own.”

Andrea couldn’t contain her surprise. “Since when have you ever cared about the group?”

Daryl threw the arrow he was cleaning down and grabbed Andrea by the arm. “Hey, you don’t know a fuckin’ thing about me. Don’t mistake me for my brother. That’d be a big mistake.” He shoved her away and sat back down, snagging his arrow as he sat. “I care. I know what y’all think about us Dixons. And I know Merle was an asshole but you know what? I was raised to respect my elders and love my family. So I respected him no matter that he was an asshole. You can think what you want. Makes no never mind to me. But don’t think you know the first damn thing about me cause you don’t.”

Andrea was struck speechless. That was the first time Daryl had mentioned Merle since he and Rick had come back from Atlanta. Rick told everyone what had happened, how they found Merle partially eaten and reanimating, and he’d asked that everyone give Daryl some space and not bother him about it. She felt bad for making Daryl think of Merle again, even though she didn’t intend it.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Daryl just nodded so she sank down in the floor next to the bench he was working on. “You’re right, you’re not like Merle. At least, you don’t call me ‘Sugar Tits’ every time you see me.” Daryl snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, but that actually worked on the bar flies back home. You’d be surprised – they ate that shit up with a spoon.”

Andrea just laughed and shook her head, moving to sit next to Daryl. “Maybe I’m just not a ‘Sugar Tits’ sort of girl.” Daryl gave her a side-long glance as he said, “Maybe Merle just didn’t say it right?”

Andrea looked at Daryl for a long moment. She wasn’t sure who moved first; the next thing she knew, she was in Daryl’s lap, his arms tight around her, his mouth on hers. She grabbed his shirt in her fists and pulled, sending buttons flying as she tore it open. Daryl growled, deep and low, and pulled Andrea’s shirt over her head. “Mmm, sugar tits,” he murmured as he tossed her shirt on the floor.

Andrea’s laugh turned to a low moan as he ran his tongue down her neck to her cleavage. “Oh yeah, it works when you say it,” she whispered. Daryl grinned and laid Andrea back on the bench beneath him. “Told ya,” he said. “It’s all in how you say it.”

The next morning, Andrea woke up to find Daryl already dressed and ready to head out. “Mornin’,” he said as he came to sit next to her. “The walkers are gone. Musta wandered off while we were sleepin’.” Andrea nodded as she stood up and grabbed her clothes. “Are you comin’ back with me?” he asked, his eyes dark as he looked at her.

Andrea stopped moving and just looked at Daryl. She knew that he’d probably never admit it but damned if it didn’t sound like he wanted her to come back. She had to admit that she felt better today than she had in a long time; since before the walkers came, to be honest. She walked over to Daryl and bent down to kiss his cheek. “Yeah, I’m coming back with you,” she said.

More than a few wondering looks were cast their direction as they walked back into camp together. Andrea was pretty sure her mussed-up hair and Daryl’s torn shirt were dead giveaways but she honestly just didn’t give a damn what the others thought. For the first time in a long time, she actually wanted to live.

And, wonder of wonders, she owed her life to a Dixon.

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Title: Flash Fiction #25
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 451
Characters: Jacqui
Warnings: None as long as you’ve seen TS-19
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jacqui or any other character associated with The Walking Dead – I just like to take them out and play from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are mine. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

The doors to the lab closed around them, sealing their fate. As Jenner explained what facility decontamination entailed, Jacqui watched the reactions of the others. Daryl hacked relentlessly at the doors; Rick begged for a chance, for some compassion; Shane ranted and railed against their fate; Lori and Carol just hugged their children close and wept.
Jacqui felt a strange sense of peace, of acceptance. After losing their friends Jim and Amy, after watching the video that Jenner showed them about what happens when one is infected, Jacqui had no desire to leave the CDC, to face the outside world again. Jenner promised that it would be quick, painless. Just a quick flash and it was over.

No more struggle. No more fighting to survive. No more wondering if today was the day she’d be bitten, infected.

Jenner granted the others their chance; he unlocked the doors for them. Topside was their problem but they were no longer locked beneath. As T-Dog grabbed her hand to pull her out the door, she felt a moment of panic. Could she really stay behind? Was she strong enough to refuse to leave?

“Uh uh, sweetie, I’m staying,” she said. She saw the shock and dismay pass over T-Dog’s face, mirrored in the faces of the others. She knew they hated to lose a member of their group but she was grateful when T-Dog finally squeezed her hand and turned to leave. She watched the others run out the door. All, save Dale. He refused to leave without Andrea.

As she listened to Dale try to convince Andrea to leave, Jacqui thought of her life before the walkers came. She’d had a good life, a fulfilling life. She’d been married, had borne two beautiful sons. She’d lost her husband to cancer but they’d had many wonderful years together. She’d seen their sons, Ty and James, grow to be strong, decent young men. They were off on their own now, living in New York and Philadelphia. Her heart ached at the thought that she’d never see them again; she just had to hold out hope that they were safe.

She watched as Andrea and Dale ran from the room, the doors sealing shut behind them. She and Jenner watched as they made it outside through the broken glass. He turned to her and said, “They made it.”

Jacqui smiled and held out her hand to Jenner. Strangers though they may be, everyone deserved to hold someone’s hand in the end. They stood together, before the monitors, as the clock ticked down.




A fiery explosion ripped through the facility, the very air itself catching fire. Jacqui closed her eyes and knew no more.
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Title: Flash Fiction #24
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 709
Characters: Andrea & Dale, a little of Shane & Lori
Warnings: Based on the season 2 trailer
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Walking Dead – I just like to take the characters out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know. Concrit is always welcome!


They hadn’t made it very far outside of Atlanta when the RV’s radiator hose blew. Again. Dale guided the RV to a stop among the wreckage of vehicles that littered the highway. “Dammit, I knew this was coming,” he muttered to himself as he exited the RV, wiping the sweat from his brow.

After a short conference with the rest of the group, it was decided that T-Dog and Daryl would go off in search of a replacement hose while the others looked for what supplies they could salvage nearer to the RV. Shane volunteered to begin work on removing the busted hose so they would at least be ready for the new hose, if one could be found. As everyone scattered around the area, Dale went in search of Andrea. He hadn’t seen her get off the RV and she wasn’t involved in the discussion earlier; he was starting to worry.

As Dale rounded the far corner of the RV, he spotted her walking toward the door. “Andrea, wait a minute!” he called out as he jogged over to her. He put his hand on her elbow, concern in his eyes, as he said, “Andrea, you haven’t spoken two words to me since we left the CDC. Why the silent treatment?”

Andrea pushed Dale’s hand away from her elbow, wrapping her arms around herself as though she were cold. “I’m still angry with you for what you did, Dale. You had no right to pull that stunt. It was my choice to stay and you took that away from me.”

Dale’s eyes grew wide; he never dreamed that Andrea would still be upset about that. It had been three days since they’d left the CDC. Granted, she’d been quiet; he just didn’t realize she still harbored such resentment toward him. “But you chose suicide,” he exclaimed, trying to reason with her. “Amy wouldn’t want that. You know it as well as I do. She’d want you to keep fighting, survive!”

Tears trailed down Andrea’s cheeks. “You don’t know that! You heard what Jenner said! One quick moment, a flash, and it’s all over. No more pain, no suffering. No wondering if today’s the day that I get bitten. Even Rick knows that it’s just a matter of time! Ask him! Go on, ask him!”

Rick turned as Andrea spoke his name, but quickly caught on that Andrea and Dale were in the middle of an argument. He shook his head and walked farther away, trying to give them privacy to work out their issues.

Andrea shook her head. “All I have to look forward to now is more suffering and a painful death. Just leave me be, Dale.”

As Andrea turned to walk away, Dale took a half-step forward. “But… Andrea, I love you.”

She stopped in her tracks, slowly turning to look at Dale. “I really wish you wouldn’t,” was all she could say. She walked around the corner of the RV, leaving Dale confused and broken-hearted behind her. She was so immersed in her own emotions and thoughts that she almost walked right into Shane as he was having a discussion with Lori. Andrea quickly ducked back behind one of the cars nearby; she hated to eavesdrop but she didn’t want them to see her either.

“What do you mean, you’re leaving?” Lori demanded, her hands on her hips.
“I’m just going to quietly slip away. I think that’s best for all of us, don’t you?” Even from her vantage point behind Shane, she could tell that his words weighed heavily on his heart. Though his voice was quiet, Andrea could detect a note of hope, as though he was hoping that Lori would talk him out of his plan.

Lori nodded as she looked around for Rick. “Yeah, I do. I think that’s best.” She turned and walked away, leaving Shane to stare after her, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Andrea remained hidden until Shane had walked away. She hated to agree with Shane about much of anything but she was starting to think he had the right idea. She wanted to get away from the group, leave behind all the bad memories and drama.

She needed to have a little talk with Shane. Soon.

lokis_mayhem: (TWD-Rick & Shane)

Title: Flash Fiction #23
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 1283
Characters: Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, Shane Walsh
Warnings: This is a continuation of Flash Fiction #19. I had a “Eureka!” moment that let me continue it AND use the “First Look at Season 2” video as a tie-in. Booyah! I hope you like it cause this one took a lot out of me. Also, I broke the 1000-word limit (again) but it couldn’t be helped. There was just no way, in my opinion, to pare it down.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own Shane or Rick (or Lori) – I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own, and it’s likely that there are quite a few. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

As the others gathered around the campfire for what passed for breakfast these days, Shane stood at the edge of the clearing, mentally steeling himself for what he was about to do. He didn’t want to do it – he just couldn’t see any other way. Someone was going to get hurt and, though he hated the thought of it, there just wasn’t any other way. Giving himself a good mental shake, Shane turned and walked toward the others.

“Rick, I need to talk to you,” he said as he approached the group. Rick looked up, somewhat taken off guard. “Okay, just give me-, “Rick began to say. Shane shook his head and said, “No, now. Right now. Right here. I have something to say and you need to hear it.”

Lori looked up, her eyes widening as she shook her head warningly at Shane. “Shane, don’t.” Shane looked at her, his eyes cold. “And why not?” Lori stood, stepping slightly in front of Rick as if to protect him from what she knew was coming. “Because this is neither the time nor the place. These people-“

Shane exploded, his voice harsh and rough. “These people? These people already know Lori! Do you think they haven’t seen? Haven’t heard? They know exactly what’s been happening, Lori, and it’s high time Rick he was told. These people aren’t stupid! And neither am I, so get out of the way.”

Rick stood, watching Lori and Shane’s exchange, growing more confused by the moment. He looked around at the others in the camp, surprised that none of them would meet his eyes. The only movement in the camp was Carol as she hastily took Carl and Sophia back to her tent. Rick looked back at Shane as he stepped up next to Lori. “Tell me what, Shane? You kicked in the door, walk through it. Tell me what?”

Shane took a deep breath, then said, “Rick, the only way I know to say it is straight up. Lori and I, we’ve been sleeping together for the past couple of months. Since we left for Atlanta.”

Rick felt as though he’d been punched in the gut. He couldn’t quite breathe, couldn’t quite make sense of what Shane was telling him. “You… and Lori?” He looked at Lori, certain that he was misunderstanding, until he saw the tears running down her face. “How could you? You… You’re supposed to be my best friend!” He walked to Shane and grabbed him by his shirt. Shane just stood there, let Rick manhandle him. “How could you?!” Rick yelled in Shane’s face.

Shane just shook his head as he said, “Rick, she kissed me, asked me to make love to her. I didn’t… I couldn’t… We were both hurting...”

Lori stepped forward, her hands out as she pleaded with Rick. “It was a mistake, Rick! Please, we… he told me you were dead. I thought you were gone.”

Rick turned his head, his eyes ice cold as he glared at Lori. “You thought I was dead? For what, a week?” He shoved Shane away from him as he turned on Lori. “How long did you wait before you started fucking my best friend?”

Lori backed away from Rick, her eyes wide. She’d never seen him so angry, so hurt. Her look was mirrored by the others in the camp. None of them had ever seen this side of Rick. Even Daryl, who couldn’t give a shit less about the Grimes’s or their domestic issues, couldn’t look away. Lori whispered, “I thought you were dead.”

Rick began to laugh, the almost hysterical laughter of a man who’d thought he was clinging to a lifeline only to discover that he’d been gripping the tail of a viper instead. Tears streamed from his eyes as he howled with laughter. The others in the camp watched the trio, unable to look away from the train wreck that was happening before their very eyes.

Shane stepped forward as he said, “Rick, we thought you were dead. If I’d known-“

His words were cut off as Rick abruptly slammed his fist into Shane’s face, bones crunching and blood spurting as Shane’s nose broke. Shane hit the ground on his back, his hands to his face and his eyes wide as Rick stood over him. Rick glared down at Shane, not bothering to try to hide the pain and anger that he was feeling. He looked up at the others, saw their almost identical expressions of awe, fear, and pity.

It was the pity that was his undoing. He backed away from Shane and fisted his hands in his hair. “I’ve gotta go. I can’t be here right now.” He turned and stumbled toward the woods, needing peace and the solace of being alone.

Lori ran after Rick, desperate for his forgiveness, for his understanding. “Rick, wait! You can’t go out there alone!” She caught his arm and turned him back to her. “Please, honey, I love you. We have to work this out.”

Rick pushed her away from him, pointing his finger in her face. “Don’t touch me, Lori. You just stay the hell away from me.” He turned on his heel and went into the woods, not caring how much noise he was making. He refused to care about the sound of Lori’s crying, or the sound of the others talking about him. He just had to get away.

Rick had been gone for hours, wandering in the woods trying to cool down. His temper still raged, his ears roaring and his pulse hammering in his veins. He couldn’t shake the mental image he had of Lori and Shane, together. Tears streamed down his face, stinging his eyes and making tracks in the dirt and soot that still stained his face. He swiped his arm across his face as he stopped to look around, get his bearings.

Through the trees, he could see movement, hear what sounded like the shambling footsteps of walkers. At least two, he thought, but he couldn’t tell for sure. He rolled his eyes and groaned as he realized he’d taken off from the camp without any of his weapons. He searched the ground around him for anything he could use as a weapon, spotting a large chunk of rock. “That’ll have to do,” he murmured to himself as he scooped up the rock and hid behind the largest tree nearby.

He waited, holding his breath, as one of the walkers came into view. He gripped the rock tighter in his hand, waiting for the walker to get close enough. As soon as the walker was within range, Rick leapt from behind the tree, striking the walker in the face with the rock. He knelt over the walker, unable to hold back the rage as he slammed the rock down again and again, crushing the walker’s skull.

Rick looked up just in time to see another walker coming toward him. He stood and threw the rock at the walker, scoring a direct hit to the walker’s face. As the walker fell back, Rick smiled. He felt better now. He knelt and picked up the rock, testing its weight in his hand. As he looked down at the prone walker, all he could see in his mind’s eye were his best friend and his wife. Hearing their voices in his head as they made excuses, pleaded with him for forgiveness, Rick clutched the rock in both hands as he knelt by the walker and raised his arms to the sky.

With all the strength he could muster, Rick brought the rock down on the walker’s head.

No forgiveness. No understanding. He was done.

lokis_mayhem: (Default)

Title: Flash Fiction #22
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 908
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Dixons or any other characters associated with The Walking Dead – I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all mistakes are my own. And I’m completely braindead right now, so I’m sure there are plenty of them! If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

Daryl shook his head as he walked through the woods to his trap. Damn Merle anyway! Why the hell did Merle get to sit on his ass at the cabin while he had to go stomping through the woods to collect dinner? Older brother, my ass. Fuckin’ sorry excuse.

As he got closer to the area he’d set the trap in, he started to smell something awful, that horrible stench of death and decay. It wasn’t long before he saw why. There was a walker lying half-in the creek that ran nearby. The walker, what used to be a man, had had his head bashed in, probably with the bloody rock lying nearby. Daryl gagged and covered his nose, mutt
ering, “God dammit, Merle! Leave the fuckin’ thing lying in the creek! What the hell?”
Daryl tucked his shirt over his nose and grabbed the walker by the ankles, dragging it off into the woods out of the way. There was an abandoned well back there, had been dry for years. He rolled it into the well and pulled the cover back into place. It was too damn hot to dig a grave but he had to get it away from the creek. “Prob’ly already contaminated the water. Least we still got our feeder creek fer water.”

Daryl went back to his traps, pleased to see that he’d caught a mess of them. “That oughta do up a stew that’ll last us for a few days,” he said to himself as he collected the squirrels, breaking their necks and tying their tails together to carry them back. He’d come back in a few days and reset the traps, he thought.

As soon as Daryl was within eyesight of the cabin, he yelled to get Merle’s attention. “Merle! Get your butt out here! I had to go get ‘em but you gotta help skin and clean ‘em!” Merle came to the door, scowling. “Shut yer trap, boy! You wan’ta bring the geeks callin’?” He shook his head and walked down the stairs to meet his brother. “Not a bad mess a’ squirrels there. That oughta do us fer a few days if we stew ‘em up.”

Daryl took the string and tossed the squirrels to Merle. “Here then. You get started and I’ll be right back,” he said as he started to walk around the back of the cabin. Merle shouted, “Hey! Where the hell do ya think you’re goin’?”

Daryl spun around and glared at Merle. “I have ta take a piss, is that alright with you? Damn!” He stalked off behind the cabin, grumbling to himself.

Merle sat down on one of the logs around the fire pit and pulled his knife. “Little shit, he oughta learn to respect his elders,” Merle grumbled to himself. He sharpened his knife on the flint he kept laying on the table at the pit and cut the cord tying the squirrels together. He snagged one in his hand and began to clean and dress it, muttering the whole time.

Merle was so intent on his work (and his bitching) that he didn’t notice when one of the squirrels started to move. It opened its eyes, showing bloodshot whites. One by one, the other squirrels began to reanimate as well, opening their eyes and making growly chittering sounds. One of the squirrels caught sight of Merle and leapt on him, biting and scratching at his face.

“What the fuck?!” Merle screamed as he batted the squirrel away. The other squirrels began leaping on Merle as well, biting and scratching whatever parts of him they could reach. Daryl, alerted by Merle’s screams, came running around the side of the cabin, his crossbow drawn and loaded. The sight that greeted him blew his mind – he could hardly believe that what he was seeing was real.

“Merle!” he shouted as he ran, dropping his crossbow and scooping up an axe that was leaned against the porch. He tried to knock the squirrels off of Merle but several of them managed to leap on him instead, their tiny claws and teeth digging into his flesh, drawing blood.
Together, Merle and Daryl fought back against the squirrels, hacking at them with whatever weapons they could reach. When it was all over, Merle and Daryl stood looking at each other, gasping for breath. “What. The fuck! Was that?!” Daryl gasped out. Merle dropped down on the ground, checking himself for wounds. “How the hell do I know, man? You’re the one that brought home the dinner that bites back!”

Daryl knelt on the ground next to Merle, wiping blood away from his own wounds. “Hey, you think these little fuckers just infected us?”

Merle looked over at Daryl, shock on his face. “Son of a bitch.” He looked at the wounds on his arms as though they were sprouting heads and beginning to talk. “We can’t take the chance, brother. I’d rather die than be one of them things. We have to kill each other.”
Daryl sighed and closed his eyes, hanging his head. “You’re right. On three then?”

Together, they stood and took up their weapons, taking aim on the only family they had left. Neither one of them was much for sentimentality; neither had time for flowery goodbyes or words of love and loss.

Daryl began, “One.”

Merle nodded and said, “Two.”

Together, they said, “Three,” and fired.

Roughly six hours later, Daryl opened his eyes.
lokis_mayhem: (Default)

Title: Flash Fiction #21
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 543
Characters: Carl Grimes, Lori Grimes, Rick Grimes
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Grimes family, I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all mistakes are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know. Concrit is always welcome!

Carl watched as the others greeted their friends and loved ones when they came back from Atlanta. He hated to feel like this but he was really jealous. He’d been hoping that his grandparents might find their way out of the city and make it to the camp at the quarry. He turned away from the returning group, unable to keep himself from crying just a little, though it made him feel like a big baby.

Lori caught Carl’s arm as he tried to walk by her and knelt down in front of him, her hands on his shoulders. “Carl, what is it baby?” She looked at the returning group, trying to see what might’ve upset Carl. Shane caught her eye, giving her a questioning look. She just shook her head and shrugged, bewildered. Carl followed her gaze for a moment before turning back to her. “It’s nothing, Mom. I just… I really hoped that somehow Grandma and Grandpa would find the others and come back to camp with them.” He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing then. “I just miss them so much! I’m scared that they’re dead, like Daddy.”

“Oh baby,” Lori said, wrapping her arms around him. “Honey, I’m sure that Grandma and Grandpa made it out of Atlanta just fine. Remember what the radio said that time, that a lot of people were being evacuated by the military? I bet they made it safe and sound to some big military complex somewhere.” Lori knew that her words were more than likely false; she held out very little hope that her parents were alive. Chances were good that her brother and sister were dead too. She refused to show that worry to Carl though; only Shane ever saw that, late at night when everyone else was asleep. She glanced over at him and sent him a little smile, trying to let him know that Carl would be ok.

Though they weren’t really paying attention, both Carl and Lori heard Morales call out, “Hey, Helicopter Boy! Come on over and meet the rest of the crew.” As a man climbed out of the box truck, Morales told Shane, “He’s a cop, like you.”

Carl didn’t know what made him decide to look over at just that moment, but he could hardly believe what his eyes showed him. There was his dad, alive! Dressed in his Sheriff’s Deputy uniform, just like always. For a moment, Carl thought that he was seeing things, his mind playing tricks on him because he missed his Dad so much. Then he heard his mom gasp in surprise and he knew that she saw it too – it was really his Dad.

Carl ran to his Dad, tears streaming down his face. Rick scooped Carl up, cradling him tight in his arms as he hit his knees. Carl was crying too hard to speak but he felt his Mom grab them both in a hug just a few seconds later. He could hear everyone murmuring in surprise; he knew that people were shocked to see his dad alive after being told for so long that he was dead. Carl was too happy to really care how that had happened.

He had his dad back; that’s all that mattered.
lokis_mayhem: (Default)

I had a really hard time with this one. I started, stopped, and killed it three times. I'm still not 100% satisfied with it but it'll do for tonight.

Title: Flash Fiction #20
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 434
Characters: Lori Grimes, Rick Grimes
Warnings: None
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I don’t own Rick, Lori, or any other characters associated with The Walking Dead – I just like to take them out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

Lori quietly opened the door to Rick’s hospital room and walked inside. The room was so dark, so quiet save for the beeps and hisses of the machines keeping her husband alive. She stood for a moment, just looking at him as the door closed with a soft ‘snick’ behind her. She’d never seen Rick so pale, so quiet. He had always been so full of life and energy, always with a ready smile for everyone. It hurt to see him like this.

She slowly approached the bed and took Rick’s hand. “Honey, I’m here. The doctor said that you might be able to hear me, that talking to you might do some good. They told me… they told me what happened, said that the gunshot did a lot of damage inside-“

Her voice broke and she remained silent for a few minutes, unable to do anything but cry and clutch Rick’s hand. When she was finally able to speak again, her voice was thick with tears, barely above a whisper.

“Rick, you have to wake up… You have to give me the chance to apologize for how horrible I’ve been to you lately, to make it up to you. I’m so sorry for the things I said to you. I never meant any of it. I was so hurt, and I wanted to hurt you back. It seems so stupid now. I’d give anything to take it all back, Rick. Honey, please wake up, please come back to us.”

She bent down, laying her head on Rick’s chest, hearing his heart beat slow and steady beneath her cheek. Her tears wet his hospital gown as she looked up at him, saying, “Carl and I need you, Rick. I can’t… I can’t go on without you, you know that. You mean too much to me for me to lose you. You have to fight, Rick. You have to get better and come home.”

She searched his face for some sign of movement, anything to show that he recognized her voice, heard her words, felt her presence, but the only sounds or movement in the room belonged to the machines. She put her hand against his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to wake up, honey.”

She pulled a chair nearer to the bed and, as she sat, she took Rick’s hand again. “I don’t care how long it takes, Rick. I’m not giving up on us.” She lay her head on the mattress next to Rick’s hip and closed her eyes, giving herself up to exhaustion.
lokis_mayhem: (TWD-Shane)

Title: Flash Fiction #19
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 756
Characters: Shane Walsh, Lori Grimes, Rick Grimes
Warnings: None
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I don’t own anything associated with The Walking Dead – I just like to take the characters out to play from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!

Shane waited until Rick and Glenn left on a supply run before he made his move. He watched Lori as she sent Carl off to Carol and Sophia’s tent, mentally rehearsing what he wanted to say. He still felt horrible for what had happened at the CDC. He’d never intended to get that rough with her; he never meant to hurt her or scare her. He just needed her to understand his feelings, to listen to what he had to say.

He walked slowly toward her tent, making some noise so she’d know he was approaching. “Lori? Can I please talk to you for a minute?” He kept his voice soft, nonthreatening. Lori’s back immediately stiffened and, as she turned to look at him, Shane was struck by how cold her eyes were.

“Stop right there, Shane. If you come any closer, I swear to God I’ll beat you to death with this pan.” She clutched the pan tightly with both hands, her knuckles almost white from the pressure.

“Hey, I’m not going to touch you, I swear it. I just want to talk to you, to apologize.” He raised his hands to show he meant no harm and sat down on a log a few feet away. “Please, Lori, I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I never wanted that. I never wanted to hurt you. I only want to love you, to remind you that you love me.”

“Love?” she spat, her eyes flashing with anger. “How dare you say that word to me? Shane, you attacked me!” She whirled on her heel and began to walk away. Shane stood and grabbed her arm, spinning her back around to face him.

“Lori, I’m trying to tell you I’m sorry. Please, just… just listen to me, ok? Lori, I know you love me. You would never have been with me if you didn’t. You told me that you were going to leave Rick but then he got shot. I thought that… that me, you, Carl, we could be a family. And now Rick’s back and all of a sudden you’re playing the dutiful wife, thrilled to death that you have a second chance? Lori, that makes no sense. How could you do this to me, to us?” Shane’s voice grew progressively rougher, more emotional. Tears glistened in his eyes as he searched her face for some sign that she understood, that she felt the same. “Lori, I love you. Why can’t you love me back?”

Lori wrenched her arm from Shane’s grasp, venom in her words as she said, “I have never loved you. Get that through your head now, Shane. What happened between us was a mistake. You told me my husband was dead. You lied to me. Everything that happened between us after that was a lie. Forget it and get out of my life. Stay away from me, stay away from my son, and stay far away from my husband or so help me God, I will tell him what you did. You’re nothing to me, Shane. Nothing.”

Lori stalked off to Carol’s tent, tears streaming down her face. Shane abruptly sat on the ground, fisting his hands in his hair as her words echoed through his mind. He looked up as Rick and Glenn returned to camp, their footsteps drowning out the words that had broken his heart.

“Shane, you all right, brother?” Rick said as he knelt by Shane, putting his hand on Shane’s shoulder. “You look upset. What’s happened?”

Shane shook Rick’s hand off, attempting to smile. “Nah, man, I’m ok. Just, you know, wishing things had turned out differently.”

Rick nodded and stood up, offering his hand to Shane to help him up. “Yeah, I know. I’d hoped that the CDC would be our salvation. And now here we are, back in the woods.” He sighed as he looked around the camp. “We’ll get through this, Shane. We just have to keep going, keep on fighting, keep the hope alive.”

Shane nodded, his face set in grim determination. “Keep the hope alive, damn right. Here, I’ll help you with this stuff.”

As Shane and Rick walked back to the camp, Shane determinedly kept his eyes off of Lori. For the rest of the evening, he kept mostly to himself, volunteering for an extra watch shift to give himself more time to think.

By the time the sun came up, he had figured out where things had gone wrong. He knew what he had to do to fix it.
lokis_mayhem: (rhistattoo - purestofprose)

Title: Not For Him
Word Count: 100 per wordcounter.net
Warnings: none 

* * *

The others walked away, presumably to leave her to say her goodbyes and mourn in peace. She was grateful for the distance, and for the fact that they took her daughter with them. She didn't want Sophia to hear what she had to say.

She crouched down next to the grave, her voice low and even. No tears, not for him.
"You were a horrible husband, a lousy father, and a sorry excuse for a human being. Still, you didn't deserve this. I ... I forgive you for what you did."

She stood to leave, her words bitter on her tongue.

lokis_mayhem: (Default)

Title: Flash Fiction #18
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 1202
Characters: Dr. Judith Warren-Jenner, Dr. Edwin Jenner, various OCs as needed
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: This is the continuation of TS-19’s story, as requested by [livejournal.com profile] corellian_sugar . I carried over my 1000 word limit but I don’t really care – I needed to get all this out & I couldn’t bring myself to cut any of it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything associated with The Walking Dead, sadly. I just like to bring the characters out and play with them from time to time. This is unbeta’d and unedited – all errors are my own. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know. Concrit is always welcome!


[Roughly four months later]

Dr. Judith Warren-Jenner walked into the conference room, no longer cool and collected. This time, she had dire news to report, and very little hope to be seen on the horizon. Her colleagues knew something major was happening; they all waited around the conference table, speaking in hushed tones save for a few outbreaks of nervous laughter.

“Everyone, can I please have your attention! I’m sorry to be the one to break the news to you but the G.K.E. virus is now a global incident. There have been outbreaks in every country around the world.” As her colleagues began to speak out, seemingly all at once, Judith raised her hands, calling for silence. “Please, let me finish. The main method of transmission seems to be bodily fluids, particularly saliva. It is assumed that blood and other bodily fluids can transmit the virus as well. It is unclear at this time how the virus affects its victims. What is clear is that the victims, shortly after death, reanimate and develop a ravenous craving for flesh.

I’m sure you can imagine the state of things outside of this facility. The government has issued a state of emergency; military units have been called out. At this moment, a military blockade is being set up around this facility.”

Judith paused for breath and looked around at her colleagues. Edwin sent her a small smile of encouragement. “I know that most of you have families, loved ones that you are worried about and want to go home to. I ask that as many of you as possible stay and continue to work; we may be close to a cure and time is of the essence. However, I will not stop you if you choose to leave. I will be staying and continuing to work. Good luck to us all, no matter what we choose to do. May God have mercy on us all.”

With that, she left the conference room, barely making it to her office before breaking down in tears.

Days went by with no real progress on the cure to the G.K.E. virus. Discouraged and disillusioned, scientists began to leave the CDC, taking their chances on the outside. Many of them died within mere yards of the front doors, their screams of terror and pain unable to penetrate the thick glass of the upper level of the building.

Judith continued to work toward a cure, her husband at her side. They began to bring in test subjects; the military blockade provided an almost limitless supply of terminated “walkers”. Unfortunately, they were unable to reverse-engineer a cure for the virus. The tissue they had to work with was too far gone, too necrotic and useless for their purposes.

Within two weeks, the military blockade was overrun. Many of the remaining scientists began to lose hope; some began to lose their sanity. Those poor souls ran headlong into the throng of walkers gathering outside the facility, their hopes for freedom dashed. Morale was nonexistent but still, Judith, Edwin, and a few others persevered, convinced that if they kept going, a cure could be found.

Four weeks after the G.K.E. virus went global, Judith made a breakthrough. Edwin and one of the few remaining scientists, a brilliant man named Jorge Ramirez, went on a mission to procure another test subject; Judith needed a “fresh” sample to test her theory on. She watched from the doors, a rifle in her hands to help protect her husband and friends should they run into trouble. Edwin and Jorge had almost made it back to the safety of the facility when things went horribly wrong. One of the walkers caught Judith unaware, grabbing her and biting into the tender flesh of her arm. She was able to catch the walker with her rifle, knocking it away before shooting it in the head, but the damage was done.

Edwin ran to her, abandoning their subject and scooping Judith up in his arms to carry her back inside. He turned just in time to watch a group of walkers take Jorge down within feet of the doorway; his screams a horrifying testament to his last moments alive. Edwin barely managed to close the doors and seal them. He carried Judith to the lower level and gently laid her on one of the laboratory tables, determined that something had to be done to save her.

Tears streamed down his face as he removed her blouse to check the wound. He begged, “Judith, tell me what to do! There has to be something! We haven’t tried amputation; we can try that! Anything! Please!”

“Edwin, you and I both know that there’s nothing to be done. I’ve been infected – it’s over for me. But this is our chance to view the effects of the virus firsthand on a living specimen. You have to record it… as it happens. Record the effects, see what makes the victims reanimate. You have to, Edwin! It’s the last chance we have to save anyone!”

He argued with her, begged and pleaded with her to let him try to save her; she continued to refuse. As she grew weaker, Edwin gave in to her demands. He and the remaining facility personnel connected various machines and equipment, recording Judith’s last moments. As she drew her last breath, only Edwin remained, refusing to release her hands.

For the next two hours, one minute, and seventeen seconds, Edwin sat with Judith, holding her hands in silence.

Judith began to reanimate, opening her eyes and reaching out to Edwin. Tears streamed down his face as he drew his pistol. “I’ll do as you ask. I’ll find the cure. For you. I love you, Judith.” He put the barrel of the pistol against her head and pulled the trigger.

For the next two weeks, Edwin and his colleagues worked feverishly, using Judith’s tissues and studying the video of the virus’s effects on her brain. As time passed, the others began to lose faith, to lose hope that a cure could be found. They began to give in, to commit suicide in the hallways, unable to face the terrors that awaited them outside the facility.

Finally, only Edwin was left. He continued to work, honoring Judith’s final wishes. Until one day, he made a miscalculation and spilled chemicals on one of the sample dishes, creating corrosive fumes that spread through the lab. He dashed through the doors and into the decontamination shower, mentally cursing himself for his mistake. Then he heard words that struck fear into his heart: “ALL PERSONNEL CLEAR. FULL DECONTAMINATION IN EFFECT.”
“No!” he screamed as he turned to the doors. He tried futilely to force them open as flames engulfed the lab, destroying all of the equipment and samples there. Defeated, he hung his head and left the lab area.

Dr. Edwin Jenner made his final report. He didn’t know why he bothered; they’d been dark for almost a month. No communication from anyone on the outside. Raising his glass to the computers, he said, “I think I’m going to get drunk. Judith, cheers to you, my love. I’m sorry I let you down.”

He sat down with a bottle of wine and waited for his time to run out.


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June 2016



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