(Sorry for delays.)

(Walter's Pov)

Walking for around a mile now. Left my mum behind, but after what I said to her... did she even consider me as a son anymore? Why was I such an ass to her? Just my constant focus on wanting to get out of here. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here. I just wanted her to see that.

Stanley was as quiet as a cemetery. Abandoned rusted out automobiles lined many sections of streets either trashed with garbage or completely covered in dirt and having grass starting to grow in between the various cracks forming. 14 yearshad really done a number on this once beautiful and lively town.

As my feet carried me on further I saw the tower of Christ Church Cathedral.

The church where prayers and other such things were held stood silent next to the quiet empty street, waiting for it's time before it completely would decay into oblivion. 14 years had done a number to it. A fire had broken out at the start and destroyed nearly the whole building only leaving its stone walls and tower left remaining.

The stone around the various windows and doors of the church were stained black from the flames from over a decade prior, the vegetation in the front garden still visible and not maintained. A few blue bins were knocked over and various items such as plates, cups, old cans and such littered around the grass.

It was a shame seeing this... I sighed as I continued on my way, keeping an eye out for any surprises that might await me. I continued down the street past the burnt church before I heard the sound of footsteps. I stopped myself and listened around. Crashing waves, all I heard was the crashing waves of the sea. Nothing more. I must have imagined that other sound.

"No need to work yourself up." I said to myself as I started to walk once again. I passed by a street sign indicating the name of the street when I heard another sound. Something hitting a can. I turned around and saw a biter behind me, stumbling out of a shop.

It was one that used to be a woman, her hair was extremely thin and graying, covering the small diamond earrings hanging on as best they could on her decayed earlobes, her skin gray and cracked, her lips long gone, her nose barely hanging on by what seemed like a thread. She was dressed in a dirty ripped white floral dress with a near destroyed cardigan.

"Oh come on you damn undead bastard." I mumbled as I gripped the stick I sharpened in my hands.

As she came closer towards me I stabbed the sharpened end of the stick into her right eye and her moans immediately ceased like a conductor ceasing an opera and she collapsed to the pavement below, her hand hitting a empty can and it started to roll near my boot.

I sighed again and kicked it away. An old Heinz tomato soup can. "Better than penguin, that's for sure."

"Penguin? You the one who ate our penguin!?" A feminine voice called out from behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I turned around and my eyes widened as I saw a young woman wielding an old Lee Enfield, she was around my age with hair as black as a midnight sky, her eyes a lighter blue of the sea, her cheekbones more prominent from probably malnutrition. She was dressed in a brown jacket with thick brown pants and laced up brown boots.

Behind her was a man similar looking to her, with the same ebony dark hair with chocolate brown eyes that reminded me of my mum's skin. He stood at least a few inches over her, he was wielding a rifle as well, and he had on darker blue Jean's, black boots and a thick black jacket.

I held my hands up immediately at the sight of both of these new faces. These were the first 2 faces of huamns other than my mum I'd seen in a long time, it was so weird seeing other people... "Wrong guy mates! I'm not the one you're looking for."

"I find that very hard to believe. Tell us who you are before I blow you damn brain out." The woman yelled, keeping her finger near the trigger.

The stick trembled in my shaky hands as I slowly muttered my name to her. "Walter... Walter Abomeli."

She stared me down, almost observing me like I was her prey. "Interesting last name Walter."

"Uh thanks... miss?" I asked with curiosity.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, slightly lower the rifle. "Roselyn Harper, this is my brother Max Harper."

I looked back at Max and he seemed more laid back than his sister and he smiled as I stared at him. "Max stop smiling like a bloody idiot. We need to appear intimidating in front of this bloke."

Max rolled his eyes at his sisters words. "Rose I don't think he stole our bloody penguin. He seems like not the type to not be too experienced. Hes carrying a sharpened stick for one thing, has no knife, no rifle."

I lowered my hands as I looked down at the stick. "You could tell?"

Max laughed and flashed me a toothy smile. "I can tell a lot of things, and another thing I can tell is Rose needs to lower her rifle and not blow your brains out."

Roselyn sighed and finally lowered the rifle. "Fine to stop you from probably complaining and I don't wanna hear that for the rest of the day."

Max rolled his eyes and looked back at me. "Where ya coming from?"

I contemplated telling them about my mum or the house and I just raised my hand and pointed the way I had come. "That way, about a few miles I reckon."

Roselyn turned her head to look in the direction I was pointing. "Why are you coming into town? Nothing useful, only ghosts and flesh eating skeletons."

"Good to know." I said back.

Max smiled again. "Its not all ghosts and skeletons, there's some pretty cool stuff left behind. Like those old beatle records from the 60s in that old house down there."

"The Beatles? That band from the 60s?" I asked scratching my head.

"Oh please no, don't ask him about the bloody Beatles. He will go on and on about how much their music inspires him. He knows the lyrics to every single one of their songs. He sings them all day and I hate it, his voice is like nails on a chalkboard, makes me wanna shoot myself." Roselyn groaned.

"My voice isn't bad! You take that back Rose." Max said, sounding offended.

What had I stumbled onto? Brother and sister arguing? Over why brothers voice sucked and his obsession with the beatles? This was just ultimately a whole weird situation I didn't know how to get out of.

I stood there in awkward silence as they continued bickering. Why couldn't the waves of the sea drown their voices out better? That would be a miracle. I sighed. "Well I'm going to go."

Both of them stopped bickering with each other and stared at me with blank expressions. Max stepped forward and hung his rifle over his shoulder. "You'll die out here mate. I don't recommend you going alone to wherever it is you are heading."

"Thanks, but I'll be fine, I'm just heading towards the docks and such." I replied as I turned and started to walk at am evenly pace again.

"The docks are overrun, most of the dead group there for the gulls or the penguins. That's a death sentence if you go alone with just a sharpened stick." Roselyn replied as she caught up to Max and I.

"I'll be fine. Just please leave me alone." I mumbled.

"No, I'm tired of seeing people die." She said back.

"You don't even know me." I replied as I stopped to stare at her.

"I don't care. We're helping you. Whether you like it or not."