The Walking Dead Kenny Fan Fic: Second Chance (Full)
Thank f*ck! The wait is finally over, I have finally finished my Kenny fan fic and now I shall post it on the thread. I'm so excited, I'm so glad I managed to finish it before my birthday, it's like an early birthday present to myself lol 
So I'll put most of it in the posts below, feel free to read, I hope you guys like it 
I've been working on it for some time, it's taken blood, sweet and tears (I didn't cry) to make it, and I'm just so glad I'm finally done. I think it was worth waiting for, I'd like to thank Visambros for being my second opinion and giving me advice, thank you so much man! This fan fic is from the point of view of bro Kenny, the Kenny I know, so its kinda got some of my past choices, but not all. Anyway I'll just shut up and put the fan fic on, so enjoy your read
Fan Fic starts in next post below.
I think its kinda short, what do you think?
So I'll put most of it in the posts below, feel free to read, I hope you guys like it I've been working on it for some time, it's taken blood, sweet and tears (I didn't cry) to make it, and I'm just so glad I'm finally done. I think it was worth waiting for, I'd like to thank Visambros for being my second opinion and giving me advice, thank you so much man! This fan fic is from the point of view of bro Kenny, the Kenny I know, so its kinda got some of my past choices, but not all. Anyway I'll just shut up and put the fan fic on, so enjoy your read Fan Fic starts in next post below.
I think its kinda short, what do you think?
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Kenny opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling as his sight was still adjusting to the darkness which clouded his vision. He lifted his head slightly and briefly glanced at the smashed window in front of him. He rested his head back down, his left arm throbbed after using it to break the glass earlier.
Kenny breathed heavily, wheezing in as much air into himself as his lungs could hold before letting it out with a loud hiss. It felt as though someone had stacked boulders on to his entire body. His head spun and his back ached. Kenny felt like crap.
He thought about standing up and getting back to the group but he couldn’t help but think, what was the point? Kenny felt like giving up, he had no purpose anymore, his family was dead and the invalids had stolen his boat. Kenny wondered why he had tried to escape his death when he had given himself to the walkers. He had sacrificed himself and yet here he was now still living, still breathing. But Kenny couldn’t give up, not now, Lee needed him, the group needed.
Kenny sat up when a sharp pain rushed through his body.
“Argh Shit!” he exclaimed in pure agony. He glanced down at his right leg to see a glass shard dug into his skin, he must have landed on it when he had thrown himself through the broken window.
“Fuck me” Kenny said knowing he would have no choice but to remove the glass, which was going to hurt. He leaned forwards, grasping hold of the glass, making sure not to cut his hands.
“Ok you can do this, 1, 2, 3….” Kenny wrenched the glass shard out of his leg screaming “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” a crimson red liquid began to ooze out of the open wound. Wincing in pain, Kenny acted quickly, ripping off part of his shirt and wrapping the blue rag around his torn flesh. The rag was quickly stained red but hopefully it would stop the bleeding.
Kenny pulled himself up and walked towards the broken window, when a walker threw itself into the room. Only the front part of its body made it inside, the rest was impaled on the jagged glass which reminded in place. The stench of decay and rotting flesh wafted up Kenny’s nostrils as he drew closer, he had to kill it.
The walker groaned, snapping its teeth as it yearn to feast upon him, it could smell the fresh blood. It stretched out its arms, clawing at the air. Still holding the glass shard, Kenny lifted his hand and stabbed the walker through the eyeball, emitting a loud hiss and pop as his weapon hit the brain killing it. Kenny wrenched out the glass shard, the eyeball came with it, dangling on shreds of the iris.
Kenny let out a deep sigh, edging forwards, leaning over the dead walker and sticking his head out into the alleyway. The sun was high in the sky, the huge swarm of walkers which had crowded the cramped alleyway some time ago had now disbursed, only few remained, feasting on the dead body of Ben, who had been impaled on a railing from the balcony above. That son of a bitch had got Kenny’s entire family killed and yet Kenny had stayed behind to face the walkers, to put Ben out of his misery, so he didn’t die alone. Kenny forgave Ben. Now he was glad Lee hadn’t dropped him from the bell tower so he wouldn’t have suffered a worse fate. He glanced up at the roof tops expecting Lee and the others to be there, but they weren’t, they were long gone, they probably thought he was dead, Kenny wouldn’t blame them.
Light streamed through the small gaps in the wooden boards which blocked the windows and the outside world. Most of the furniture was in place, asides from the sofa which had been moved by the door, to keep anything out. Kenny made his way over, he had to move the dam thing.
He glanced over at the stairs and realised that this was the same house the group had entered through the attic meaning, the dead couple were upstairs. The two had committed suicide, just like…. Katjaa. Kenny let out a deep sigh, remembering that awful moment when his wife had put a bullet through her own brain, right in front of their dying son, in front of him.
His thoughts were brought back to the task at hand, he positioned himself by the sofa and began to push. It was heavier than he thought, if only Lee was there with him, he could move the sofa with ease. Lee was quite a strong man, Kenny thought about how weak he was compared to Lee.
Kenny was snapped back to reality when another pain rushed through him. It wasn’t his leg injury but his stomach, he lifted his shirt slightly to reveal a several stitches. Kenny remembered the St Johns, those fuckers had been eating people! Kenny had taken a bullet for his son, Duck, at the Dairy, damn it had hurt but at least Duck had been safe.
The sofa was almost out the way now. All the happy moments Kenny had spent with Katjaa and Duck, only made him more depressed, knowing he’d never be able to see them again, there faces were faded in his memory, he would never be able to hear there voices. This left a hole in Kenny’s heart, a hole which he could not fill.
At least Kenny had finally managed to move the sofa and was now able to open the door freely. He grasped the door knob, the cold metal made his hand tingle as he curiously opened it.
Kenny had been in darkness so long that the light of the beaming sun blinded him. Walkers roamed on the streets aimlessly searching for anything with a heart beat, so far they hadn’t noticed him.
Kenny left the abandoned house far behind, making his way onto the concrete pavement. Where the fuck had Lee been going again, Kenny cursed himself for forgetting. The Marsh House that’s where Clementine was, that’s where Lee was heading but….. Where the fuck was The Marsh House? Savannah was a big place, how the fuck was he supposed to find The Marsh House, let alone the group. He needed to find them and fast, Lee didn’t have much time, cutting off his arm might not have worked, he could still be infected.
Lost in thought, Kenny came to a sudden realisation that he was no longer undetected, the walkers had picked up the scent and were now coming for him. “Fuck!” Kenny exclaimed as he broke into a run, charging down the street in the opposite direction. Kenny breathed heavily, his lungs burning, his heart racing, his leg throbbing as he dodged as many dead hands that came his way.
Walkers blocked the path in front, shit there were so many, Kenny was defenceless, there was now way in hell he could get past them. He darted into a nearby alleyway, hidden in amongst the shadows. Kenny arched his back, leaning forwards and resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath back.
Kenny straightened up, turning towards the next street as his eyes met with a ladder, a fire escape ladder to be exact, attached to one of the forgotten buildings. Finally a stroke of luck! Kenny could get back onto the roof tops, hell he could avoid every walker that got in his way.
He scanned the street for any signs of the dead, before racing across the road towards the building and said ladder. He gripped the ladder, rattling it to make sure it was secure. It was an easy climb, it seemed sturdy, even through it had rusted with age, Kenny was sure the ladder was safe and began to climb upwards.
The walker tried to take a chunk out Kenny’s leg, he tried to shake it off again to no avail. The ladder rattled, could it support both their weight, would it collapse? Those questions were the least of Kenny’s worries, as the walker snapped its teeth.
Kenny lifted his other leg carefully off the ladder and stomped on the walkers head, its cheek bones cracked under his foot. It still held him firm. Kenny lifted his leg once again and kicked the walker, the crushing of bones could be heard. Fuck! It still didn’t let go! Kenny lifted his leg and stomped down on the walker, its skull was exposed, pieces of it pierced the walkers brain.
The walker fell back, its arm ripped from its shoulder blade. A loud crack echoed through the alleyway as the walkers fragile bones smashed against the hard stone, a dark red halo surrounded its head.
Kenny stared at the body for a brief moment. He shook off the walkers hand which still griped his leg even after it had been detached from its owner and then continued to climb.
The view of Savannah was spectacular from where Kenny stood on the high buildings, apart from the herd of walkers which crowded the once empty streets below. In the distance the cloud of dust remained, scattered in a musty haze. Up here, he had a better chance of finding the group, Kenny turned and began to make his way towards The Marsh House.
The scalding hot sun was beginning to set on the horizon. Kenny adjusted his orange hat slightly, so the front would cast a shadow over his eyes. He lifted his hand rubbed is wrinkled forehead, mopping his brow. Kenny looked over his left shoulder to see dark clouds forming behind him. Was there a storm coming? The weather was the least of Kenny’s worries.
He trudged across the rooftops, his walk was stooped, his back arched. How long had Kenny been walking? How the fuck should he know, when was the last time he cared about what time it was. Lee’s time was running out and that was what worried him. Shit was Lee even alive? What if Kenny was Clementine’s last hope? Kenny would kill the fucker if he had to, for Lee’s sake.
He thought back to The Manor and the attic, while Kenny had been hammering the wall with the hat stand, he had over heard Lee and Christa and Omid’s conversation. They asked Lee who he wanted to look after Clem when he was gone. Lee had said he wanted Kenny to look after her. Kenny had been shocked to find Lee had so much belief in him, that he could look after Clem, that he could protect her. Was Kenny ready to look after a child, when he had lost his own family only a few days ago? If Lee thought he was dead he probably no longer wanted Kenny to watch over her, unless Lee had faith in Kenny. If Lee wanted Kenny to look after Clementine, then he would do everything he could to protect her.
Kenny pulled out the gun which he had gotten from the dead couple, shit no bullets. Kenny guessed he could pull a bluff, threaten the guy with imaginary bullets, buy him some time but… then what? Beat the guy up? Kenny was never good in fist fights, hell back in Macon at the Drugstore, Larry had threatened to throw Duck to the walkers. In that moment Kenny had wanted to rip the old mans head off. Lee had backed Kenny up, told him to hit Larry so he had, only Larry showed no signs of pain and punched Kenny back. Hard.
Larry. He too had become a faded face in his memory. Kenny remembered the meat locker like it was yesterday. Larry had a heart attack, Kenny had to make sure he didn’t turn. Lee helped pull Lilly off Larry as Kenny smashed his head in with a salt lick. He remembered Larry’s blood splattering across the walls, the floor, over himself. His brains scattered round his crushed head.
Kenny didn’t want Lee to be another faded face, he had been such a good friend to him, helped his family in so many ways. Lee was someone he could count on. Kenny felt selfish, like he only cared about his family and himself. It was all too true, even back at the Motor Inn, Katjaa had told him how selfish he was being, Kenny had changed. Was Kenny the reason Katjaa had took her own life, not just because she lost their son. Kenny blamed himself. What had happened to Kenny, what had he become?
“Everything’s so fucked” Kenny hung his head in disappointment, once again the thought of giving up came to him. No. Kenny couldn’t give up, not yet, he could still catch up to them, he could still help them. Kenny would not stop until he found the group and Clementine was safe.
Once a peaceful evening sky had now blackened, the sun blotted out by the dark clouds above. The Marsh House stood tall and proud alongside the row of buildings which lined the street.
An army of the undead wandered in their thousands below where Kenny stood. He gazed at the hotel opposite the building he was on, many windows covered the large hotel and Kenny swore he saw a dark figure standing in one of them. He wasn’t to far away he could make a run for it and avoid as many walkers as possible.
Kenny climbed down a drain pipe and dropped down onto the cobble street. He broke into a run, charging towards the Marsh House, as he got closer he saw a car parked outside which looked all too familiar. He burst through the doors and bounded up the flights of stairs.
The silence was deafening as Kenny walked through the empty hallway. No movement, no sound, nothing, just silence. He passed by several doors which lead to different rooms which had once been lived in. That’s when he heard muffled voices. Kenny quickly looked for the source heading to one of the rooms, and curiously going inside.
Kenny briefly glanced around, at the far end of the room was a rope which was linked to two door knobs on each side, to keep it closed. Kenny edged closer the sound of the muffled voices was more clear now. “Where are my parents, you said they were here, you lied to me” a quite and distraught voice spoke up “Clementine” Kenny muttered under his breath as he realised who the voice belonged to “Sweetie-” another voice began to speak. It was the fucker who took her. “I want Lee! Where is he?!” Clementine cried out “He’ll be here soon, I’m sure of it”
Clementine’s capturer exited the door, fiddling with the knob as he reattached the rope, oblivious to Kenny’s presence. The Stranger was not what Kenny had expected, he wore a simple jacket, his hair brown, his eyes dark and clouded with rings underneath. He obviously hadn’t slept well.
The Stranger turned, and then took a step back when he saw Kenny standing there pointing a gun at him. “Go over there” Kenny growled, gesturing towards the desk. The Stranger edged over to where he was told “You must be Kenny then, Clementine told me about you” he began.
“Who the fuck are you, why did you take her?!” Kenny snapped. “Where’s Lee? I expected him to be here with you and yet you’re alone” the Stranger didn’t answer his question “I thought he’d be here, beating you to death for taking a little girl!” Kenny yelled back “You mean he’s not with you, do you have any idea where he might be, do you even know if he’s still alive”
“No I don’t but he’s alive, I saw him and when he gets here, you’ll wish you never took her” “She’s better off here with me, she would have died if she stayed with you’re group” “Clementine was fine with Lee, he took care of her” Kenny said strongly “Unlike you and you’re son” the Stranger replied.
Kenny froze, he felt like ripping the man’s head off or blowing his goddamn brains out, if he only had bullets. “Fuck you!” Kenny came back strong, but he felt misery inside. “I was a dad like you once, until you’re group stole our food”
“Holy shit, that was you’re car outside” Kenny interrupted “Yes Kenny, you were the one who suggested stealing from my car, you are one of the reasons why my family is dead!”
“Fuck You” Kenny repeated, he didn’t feel as strong as before. “Lee even had to kill your own son, because you were to afraid to do it yourself, you needed Lee to look after your own family because you weren’t strong enough to do so”
“Fuck….you” Kenny voice had weakened, he had been beaten by the Strangers words, the Stranger had found Kenny’s weakness, Katjaa and Duck.
There was a long pause before the Stranger finally spoke up “How stupid do you think I am Kenny?” he asked coldly. Kenny didn’t answer, he just stared at him “Did you really think I would believe that gun is loaded?”
Kenny looked at the gun he still gripped in his hands and tossed it to one side, charging towards the Stranger, putting his hands around his neck and holding him firm. Kenny was going to choke, strangle him to death. The Stranger struggled in Kenny’s grip, his arms waved franticly, his face turned red as he could no longer breathe.
The Stranger stretched out his arm towards the lamp on the desk, he grabbed it and swung it round, smashing it over Kenny’s head with great force. Kenny blacked out, he didn’t feel any pain as he hit the floor.
As Kenny drifted in and out of consciousness, he found himself being dragged across the ground before his eyes closed. When he awoke all he saw was darkness, with muffled voices, one of them sounded like Lee, then his heavy eyelids drooped once again. The last thing he remembered was the sound of a struggle, and a loud gun shot which echo inside his head before he finally lost consciousness.
Kenny found himself walking on a path threw a dense wood. He could feel the twigs and crisp leaves crackle under foot. The sky was red, tinted with orange and gold. The hot sun was setting on the distance, turning the trees around him into black silhouettes, their branches twisted and deformed.
This forest seemed all too familiar, as he reached a clearing. Two ominous shadows stood in amongst the trees but as Kenny drew closer, the distorted figures became clearer. A woman and a young boy. Katjaa and Duck. The two greeted him with warm smiles, beckoning him towards them, calling his name.
Kenny rushed forwards, he yearned to be with them, hold them once again. Kenny happiness was drained from him, as the mud around him began to sink, he began to sink. Kenny continued towards Katjaa and Duck, they held out their hands waiting for him. He waded through the mud which had now reached his top half. He had almost made it, he was almost there, he was so close to them he could almost touch their hands. The mud swallowed him up, Kenny began to drown.
Kenny's eyes rushed open as he quickly sat up, his hands drawn to his neck as he gasped for breath. He sat in a darken room, blood trickling down the side of his cheek, which came from a heavy trauma to the head. Kenny wasn't ready to die, not yet.
Kenny stood up, scooping up his hat which lied on the floor beside him, and placing it back on his head. He seemed to be in a bathroom, but right now that wasn’t important. He exited back into the hotel room, to see the chairs which had once been neatly placed, now knocked over. There had been a struggle. Kenny hadn’t imagined it.
As he moved towards the closet he saw the Strangers dead body pressed up against the wall, a bullet lodged in the back of his head. A small smile creped across Kenny’s face as he realised what had happened “You got him Lee” he stated aloud.
He walked back to the desk to see an object placed there which hadn’t been there before. A walkie-talkie. Kenny’s eyes widen, he picked up the walkie-talkie, turning onto its back to find two flower stickers. This was Clementine’s radio.
Kenny lifted his thumb, and uncreased the pink flower, his eyes soften as he did so. He wasn’t sure why he’d done it.
Lee had been here, and taken Clementine but where could they have gone? Kenny needed to find them, before it was too late, Lee probably didn’t have much time left. There was a little girl out there somewhere, Lee wanted Kenny to look after her for him, so Kenny would do everything in his power to protect her.
Kenny had a second chance.
GOD DAMNIT BEN! You're updating to fast!
Second Chance
Um that's it
Oh yeah, sorry
This is a short fic. huh?
due to accidental offensiveness. or some kind of anti-confidence booster. or something. just pretend you never read anything posted by me on this thread.
Well I guess I could do a next part, yeah I will, I was thinking about it so yeah. I have a lot of ideas I could do more. And thank you, I never knew that people would like my writing style. Btw nice name.
Cool, i'm looking forward to it!
Thank you so much, I really appreciate everyone's posts. Hey your fan fic is awesome Cany.
I personally think i've got good ideas, i just can't put them to paper (or in this case. wordpad) in the correct way.
You want to know if I really have written 3 books? Yeah I have, there on my laptop, there not published or anything *sighs* if only, it probably would never happen. One of them is a zombie apocalypse story. It wasn't long ago that I realised I was good a writing gruesome stuff.
Maybe, I'll think about it.
But seriously, I was scared that Kenny will die in this scene.
To the serious part you just edited, I wasn't going to kill him off in that scene, the thought of that never crossed my mind, I planned on the Stranger knocking Kenny out in some way, so he used a lamp.