All Hope Is Gone

I do not own The Walking Dead/Plot/Characters. However I do own the characters Anastasia/Dana/Lincoln.

This is simply a Fan Fiction written story.

Stuck in a cupboard Anastasia hears voices. They weren't the familiar moans of the undead as they shuffled around a world that was now there's.


These were voices that talked from the lips of people that walked instead of limped. Her breath catches in her throat and a little hope blooms in the pit of her chest.

But with a terrible secret will these new survivors accept her?