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December 14, 2011

The Walking Dead

Filed under: Uncategorized —— oliviaacevedo @ 5:22 am

It was the darkest of nights you could possibly imagine in a cold, wet forest where the trees covered the sky. Ophelia wandered aimlessly, pondering the latest events. No more than twelve hours ago she was to be wed to prince Lawrence. He was perfect, everything she had ever dreamed of. Her father had chosen the perfect suitor. She thought it was too good to be true… She was right.

Lets rewind to earlier that day …

She looked beautiful in her white dress. She was happier than she could have ever anticipated, the perfect bride, sitting in her dressing room waiting for her moment. The door opened and in the blink of an eye she was being held at knifepoint. Looking into the eyes of her attacker she knew her fairytale was over. Now here she is, wandering the forest, the corpse of Ophelia in her beautiful white dress. The Walking Dead.

She roamed for a while until a breeze sent a smell her way, the sweetest scent she had ever come across. She followed the charming aroma to find a hunter at work. Acting on impulse she charged at the man and before she knew, she had torn his flesh with her teeth and eaten his insides. Realizing what this meant she immediately formulated her plan of revenge.

There had always been talks of the Walking Dead in the city she was from but she thought she knew better than to believe old myths. Now that she was living this so-called myth, she saw it as the greatest blessing in her life…or death. But she had to be careful, the people of her town all knew the myth of the walkers so they knew very well how to get rid of them. A blow to the head and that’s the end of a walker. She needed back up, an army.

She searched the forest until she had bitten enough of the living to make a small mass of walkers. She led them into the quiet part of town to gather more for her army. When she felt she was satisfied with her numbers she went in search of the one who attacked her. She knew she had to remain hidden until her target was found, not an easy task when leading a small army of walkers. They remained in the shadows until they reached the church where, not so long ago, Ophelia was to be wed, the very church in which she was killed. She could see through the stained glass windows that the wedding had not been called off. No one had noticed she was dead. Confusion …

As it turns out, being dead improved her detective skills. Her attacker was a peasant; an evil, miserable nobody, and she had tried countless times to take Ophelia’s place as Prince Lawrence’s bride. Ophelia could see that the woman at the alter held an uncanny likeness to herself when she was living. The peasant woman had altered her appearance to resemble Ophelia in order to take her place as Lawrence’s wife.

Her rage was unmatched; she barged into the church prepared for a fight. The guards took action immediately; the others hesitated with fear but fought against Ophelia’s army as soon as they sensed the threat. In the chaos of the battle Ophelia wanted nothing but to find the bitch that took her life. Tearing people limb from limb as she walked, she made her way towards the alter where she found the man of her dreams protecting the woman he thought he loved. One look at Ophelia, dead as she was, he knew it was she. He let down his guard and looked to the stranger he had been protecting first with uncertainty, then fear, disgust, and then rage. He stepped aside to let Ophelia rip the woman to shreds and devour her insides.

When Ophelia was satisfied, she turned to Lawrence, lunged at his neck and sunk her teeth in as deep as she could. Now they were both walkers…walking together for all of eternity. The Walking Dead.

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