I'll protect you: Walking Dead Fanfic: Chapter 1

Deidre Thatcher scowled again as her younger sister, Angel, whined, “My feet hurt!” Deidre’s friends, Julie Douglas and Markie Collins snigger at the little comment as Jody Thatcher snapped, “Angel, I rather my feet be hurting than being eaten alive!” The group walked silently, the clouds above rumbling loudly and Deidre pulled on the straps of her navy blue Jansport backpack that was filled with water, food, a shot gun and some ammo and two photo albums. For emergency only, Deidre had a small hunting knife in the waistband of her high-waisted black shorts. She wanted to snap to her sister that her own feet were aching in her black high top Converse All Stars, but she didn’t dare, knowing how sensitive this new world has made Angel. The silky fabric of Deidre’s light gray, loose fit tank top bounced against her shallow stomach and sent cool shivers down her torso. Julie Douglas-who was short for her age of 15- gasped, “Look up!” Up above the group of five was a cluster of berries, bright red and plump. “Markie can you get that?” Julie asked, her curly mess of bright red hair being pulled into a sloppy bun, exposing her milk white skin dotted with freckles to the hungry mosquitoes. Markie, the tallest 16-year-old Latina girl they had ever met, sighed calmly, her hand stretching up and brushing against the berries delicate skin. Giving a little jump, Markie’s hand covered the berries and pulled them from the tree. Without a word, just a flawless smirk, Markie handed the berries to Angel, who in turn offered the berries to Deidre.
“Mom,” Deidre started, turning to hand her mother the handful of berries they picked, only to find that the blond haired, blue-eyed 34-year-old was M.I.A. The scowl overcame her features again as Deidre sighed, “Let’s just walk, Mom will find us when she stops being a bitch.”
The tiny cough brought Deidre back to the importance of keeping her mind with the others and not in her own world. Angel walked slowly, the slight drizzle of rain making her pin straight blond hair frizz slightly and giving her light tan skin goose bumps. Deidre felt guilty for not giving her six-year-old sister a jacket earlier and leaving her in the brown short shorts and pink tank top.
“Angel, wait.” Deidre said, pulling a small jacket from her backpack and offering it to her sister. Markie and Julie stopped as Angel put her jacket on and Deidre ran her hand through her dark brown curly hair. They were going to have to stop for the night soon, but where was the question. The rain stopped its steady pulse instead coming down in sheets of bitter cold water. The group pushed through the trees and shrubs, squinting in the dim light, made darker from the storm clouds above. Deidre pulled the hood of the jacket over Angel’s head and pushed her forward slightly. Though the three teens could barely see, Angel yanked away from Deidre screaming at the top of her lungs and towards a tree.
“Angel!” Deidre cried, running after the girl, who flinched back and the disgusting smell hit their noses. A walker-or zombie as you may prefer to call it- was leaning towards Angel snapping its jaws. Another was closing in on Jody who was near a tree. It was too dark for Deidre to catch its features but she knew that the walker had eaten earlier, her hand brushed its bloated belly while she pushed Angel out of the way.  While Deidre groped for her knife a loud clang was heard as something smashed onto the walker’s head.  After hooking her fingers across the handle of her knife, Deidre breathed, “Thanks Juju.”
“Better hope my guitar isn’t broken.” Julie hissed roughly, pulling the black holster of her acoustic guitar over her shoulder again. Deidre shoved the knife through the walker’s skull and yanked it out, trying not to throw up from the stench of it all. She knew Markie had taken care of the other walker. Angel was crying and Deidre quickly wrapped her arms around her. Directed to her mother with a glare, Deidre snapped, “You sat there! You didn’t try to defend yourself! What would Angel have done if she watched another family member die? You need to stop being so selfish!” Jody stayed silent and Deidre pulled away from her sister and snapped, “I’m going for a walk. Try to stay warm, Angel.”  
“Guys, why don’t you keep looking for a safe place to stay and I’ll hang out with Deedee for a bit.” Julie hummed softly, grabbing Deidre’s arm and pulling her away gently. The two walked a short distance from the group and Julie asked, “Are you ok?” And she wasn’t meaning the argument between Jody and Deidre, which was normal considering Mrs. Thatcher was leaving them all bit-by-bit everyday. She was meaning the walker episode, because no matter dead or alive, Deidre couldn’t stand the sight of blood or the thought of killing another person. Deidre felt her heat drop and the little contents in her stomach start to rise as she thought about it. With a deep breath she gasped, “I guess.”
“Hey, it’s all fine, just try not to make too much noise when you’re puking, ok.” Julie teased.
“Shut up!” Deidre laughed, a loud noise catching her attention. Over the sound of the thumping rain, she heard people arguing.
“Let’s get back to the others, quick.” Julie said, “They couldn’t have gotten far.” The two girls ran fast to the area they left the group in and jogged up the path. No people were to be seen.
“They might be up farther,” Deidre suggested optimistically. The girls quickened their pace and soon came across a stuffed rabbit. Picking it up quickly, Deidre softly said, “Angel.” Julie bit her lip and jerked her head roughly to the left as a loud scream tore through the wooded area.
“Angel!” Both girls cry, and they ran towards the direction of the cry. In Deidre’s hand, she held the soggy rabbit, her whole body trembling tremendously at the fear of what could happen to her sister. As the thoughts flew trough her mind, she shut her eyes tightly, praying that the warm water dripping down her face was from the rain. She pushed herself faster, hastily slamming into a hard thing. She forced her hazel eyes open and stared into familiar brown ones.
“Deidre?” The owner of the eyes asked softly, his hand finding it’s way to her lower back. Hopelessly wiping the tears off her cheeks and pushing her drenched hair behind her ear she gasped, “Carl?”