Killing some zombies. I mean “Walkers”

The current thing to figure out was how I was going to explain why I knew to loot the police station for the guns and why I wore my cop hat if I was suffering from amnesia. One way I had decided on that worked out nicely were the get well cards that had been left. A couple had been addressed as "from your family at the King's County Police Department."

Not to mention the badge I found in the dresser with my clothes and my wallet with my driver's license and my police ID. The only problem this created is that I basically had to use the name Rick Grimes as what amnesiac wouldn't believe the all the forms of id that showed his face with a name beside it.

However I much preferred my own name of Jaron Marshal to Rick Grimes. Ugh I might as well just lean into the role of Rick now, after all I'm planning on joining up with the Atlanta group. And while I'm not the biggest fan of Lori, that may be a bit of an understatement, I do like Carl's character and I think with the right handling Shane could be a good ally. But how to navigate this shitty "love" triangle.

Maybe if I lean into the amnesia I can ease the break between me and Lori, that way Shane can have her. If I can't fully get into the father role to Carl I should be able to at least be a positive influence.

I shift my focus as I close in on the police station, it was a weird feeling but I drove here based on almost instinct and feeling. It's like there is still bits of pieces of Rick inside me and I don't know how to feel about that. What if I get to the camp and his love for Lori and Carl overpower my own indifference?

Shaking my head I pull through the side entrance, quickly hopping out and closing the chain link fence behind me. A couple zombies, or well I guess walkers began walking over from across the street but i ignored them.

I grabbed the flashlight from the humvee and pocketed the keys. I locked the rifle into the vehicle and holstered one pistol while gripping the other, resting it on top of the hand that gripped the flashlight. It was interesting how natural it felt as I began sweeping the prison for any walkers. Just like the show the building was completely clear, and after I finished clearing each nook and cranny I went back and locked all the entrances and lowered the metal shutters that gave additional protection.

With this a sense of security flushed over me and I headed to what I was really looking forward too. The shower.

I tried not to think about that the face that was I was technically scrubbing down another man's body even though I had done it before I was in more of a "go mode". I hadn't really been thinking about anything other than surviving and how I would live as Rick. Now that I was "safe" I had to really come to terms that I was in another man's body essentially taking over his life.

It was nice having a reset on my body. No more of the numerous medical issues, the depressively obese body. Self hate, feeling of hopelessness. Neither of those were present in this body, even though currently this body was weak from inactivity I wasn't going to let it become like my last body.

I was going to take care of it and make it even stronger than Rick had. It maybe a zombie apocalypse but that didn't mean I couldn't live a good life here.

Having finished with the shower I put a new bandage with actual ointments on my wound and wrapped in a way that wouldn't have the entire medical community trying to beat me up. I found some more clothes in the police station, tan undershirts and some cargo pants that I could add to my clothes.

Lastly was to loot the gun locker and just like the show it was stocked up and this time I didn't have Morgan to give a gun to and I didn't plan on losing half of them to the Mexican gang. While I didn't have any problem with them since they were taking care of old people, I much preferred to keep the guns myself to protect me and my future people.

Once I had all the guns packed into the gun bag I dragged carried it into the room I had set up to be my sleeping spot for the night. Some might see me as being overly cautious especially considering I'm technically a day ahead of where Rick was in the show. Not even considering if I may have woke up before he did.

Either way I found my way to the cells and making sure I had the right key I locked myself into the holding cell block. It wasn't anything special, this was only a small county jail after all. But each cell did have small thin mattresses that I grabbed and put in the cell the farthest away from the entrance.

I stacked them and spread them out to where they were big enough to be considered a king sized bed and then draped a sheet from the hospital over them. While I'm sure they were cleaned regularly, at least I hope they were, I wasn't going to take the risk.

I had big plans for tomorrow before I headed to Atlanta, I had seen a few different building I wanted to loot up before I headed out. An outdoorsman store, that advertised hunting and fishing equipment, a seed and feed store, hardware store and finally the library.

Library might would seem strange to some but the only knowledge I have on stuff like hunting, fishing, food growing and medical treatment is what little I've seen in shows, movies and books and Rick's past experiences. Also you need entertainment in the apocalypse so I plan on buying some books to read for fun as well.

Now for sleep.

Some hours later I awoke to find that the mattresses even having been stacked on top of each other weren't as good a sleeping place as I hoped. Tonight i think I'll find a nice house to crash in instead of coming back here.

Getting up I decide begin with a quick stretch and work out routine, if I'm going to get my strength back I needed to start right away. I was no fitness guru in my last life so my "routine" just consisted of planks, squats and pushups. I would have to find some kind of work out guide in the library. Then I exited the police station still inside the fenced in area that would be big enough for what I currently needed it for.

One last round of stretches and I tried sprinting only to have to keep myself from laughing at how slow I was. So I relegated myself to just jogging, with a quick sprint, walk, jog quick sprint and repeat until I was completely out of breath. The walkers clawing at the fence was a sort of strange motivation as they clawed at the fence trying to get to me.

"Fuck I gotta get in shape and get faster." I cursed as I sat on the hot pavement, taking a swig of water from one of the bottles I had found in the police station. I did another set of squats and push-ups being careful not to tire my body out too much as I still had to go looting today.

Standing up I grabbed the broom handle from where I had laid it down just in case and began stabbing the walkers in the head through the fence one after the other. No need to leave any alive just because they can't get me now. Who knows if they may live long enough to catch me off guard one day. Better to kill any and every one I come across. After all that how Duane died in the original timeline, Morgan couldn't kill his walker wife and she feasted on his son.

After taking out the 10 walkers that had gathered at the fence, I began checking all the cop cars for spike traps and anything else worth taking. A few had some guns in the trunk, I found a few extendable batons, 3 spike strips for car tires, a taser. All of it went with the gun bag I placed in the back seat of the humvee. It was also placed with the stuff I had looted from hospital, and it was a strange stockpile.

Hundreds of soaps, both liquid and bar along with hand sanitizer, medical supplies, guns and the police station had the big water jugs that offices usually have so I had 3 of those in the humvee as well. Once all my new loot was loaded up I placed my rifle propped up in the front seat at the ready, pistol holstered at my hip along with one of the batons in a pouch on a police vest I had found. It was a Kevlar vest with pouches and slots for extra gun mags, where I spotted in my spare AR mag and 2 pistol mags.

I had considered using the famous python from the show, but I didn't think carrying around a 6 shooter that I had load each bullet manually would be the best course. So for now it was my back up to my military issue Beretta M9. The rifle was the M4 carbine and luckily for me I was able find a silencer for it, sadly I wasn't able to find one for the Beretta.

(AN: I don't really know much about what's really in use right now, I saw some searches say sig saur m17/18, a p226, Beretta M9 and one branch uses the 1911. So I just chose the beretta because I like it's look lol. Same with the AR, it was between the M4 or some Sig Saur rifle called a XM5 so I chose the M4 because I feel like most people can visualize that.)

The rifle also came with a basic red dot that allowed for easy and clean aiming. I planned to use it as the gun I clear buildings with from now on even though it's bigger and I'm not trained in close quarters breach and clear. Practice makes perfect though, right?

Driving to the first place on my list I make it to the outdoorsmen store, walkers littered the street and immediately began approaching my vehicle. It was only 20 or so and I felt it would be perfect for some target practice. Pulling a ways away I put them to my driver side and roll down my window, propping my fine onto the door.

Leaning my head over i sight in on the closest walker that stumbling to me. I feel some of Rick's training with hunting rifles, shotguns and pistols come in. Keeping my heart rate and breathing even I gently squeeze the trigger rather than pulling it. The added control from propping the gun on the door caused my target to easily find its mark in the walker's head.

With a calm hand I move the dot to the next one.

*pop*

Despite the misconceptions, silencers don't completely silence the gun. It's more accurate to call them suppressors, and a sharp pop can still be heard it just reduces the echoing effect and the distance it travels.

*pop pop*

*pop pop pop*

As I went I got more confident, easily maneuvering the sight from one walker to the next. Some might would see this as wasting ammo and truthfully you would be right. Once this mag ran out I would only have 30 more bullets in the only extra mag I had. However though, this is the south, and that means military surplus stores, and from Rick's memories I know there is a reserve training base not too far.

It did happen to be in the opposite direction of Atlanta but it would only be a couple hour detour. One hour there and another back, so I continued to fire off the bullets in the mag. Once I had killed half of them and moved my humvee again I now held the rifle up myself and realized how much harder this was.

My breathing caused bullets to miss where I was aiming but thankfully it still hit the head. Due to my weakness the gun soon began to feel heavy in my arms, so I wrapped the strap around my elbow for some extra steadying. It helped a little but after 5 minutes I needed to prop the gun back on the door to not waste any bullets.

With those 23 dead after counting I changed mags and exited the humvee and began making my way to the hunting and fishing store. I could see a couple bodies on the other side of the glass and could see some bullet holes in the glass both from where my rifle penetrated through the walkers and hit it. But I also saw a shot gun spread pattern decorating the strong glass and a difficult expression crossed my face as I stood just outside.

I might come across my first group of people in this world inside this building. After all I'm sure I'm not the only one that thought holding out inside a store with guns would be a good idea. I knew what were people like from the show during the apocalypse, I even experienced in my past life. When people are desperate they'll do things you can't plan for and I'm not going to be the one that dies for someone else's stupidity.

Checking my mag and flicking off the safety I press the stock into my shoulder opting to keep the strap around my shoulder rather than go for the steadying factor of wrapping it around my elbow. I wanted to be able to drop my gun and not worrying about losing it. This way I could drop it and draw my pistol and still keep it close by.