(I DO NOT own The Walking Dead, Code Lyoko, or any names/brands that might appear in the story. Any references to any person living or dead is merely a coincidence, and should NOT be taken as intentional. All of that being said, I hope you enjoy the story! :D)

It was a hot day in a county jail outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico. The date was April 28th, 2014. The A/C was on, the police was doing their jobs to protect and serve... But at the jail itself, there was only a few officers on duty, and a few secretaries. The irony of this jail being that at that moment there was more prisoners than police officers. Inside of the holding cells there was all sorts of criminals... Prostitutes, assaulters, people who did indecent exposure, drunken hillbillies... The whole nine yards.

One prisoner was sitting in a holding cell by himself... His name was Dominic. He was arrested for a number of things that happened... A car chase, possession of an illegal substance, assault and battery, the list goes on. He was fresh out of court, sentenced to eight years in New Mexico State Penitentiary, right outside of Santa Fe. Albuquerque wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

Dominic was sitting on his bunk, his hands clasped as he stared blankly at the cement floor under him. This wasn't his first run-in with the law, not even close. The heroin got to him again... He was in rehab, though! He thought he had beaten that shit! But his dealer got back in contact with him, gave him some 'black tar'... He never felt that high in his life! But he also caused a fifteen car police chase that ended with him crashing into a small laptop store. The owner wasn't happy, trust me...

In any event he only had a couple of more days to spend in his cell before he and a bunch of others were transferred to the jail. He wished it wouldn't have to be this way, but he knew what has to happen because of his actions...

Actions have consequences...

Dominic sighed out as he got off of his bed, noticing one of the sheriffs arriving with a plate of really bad looking mashed potatoes, corn, old veggies, a little bit of beef, crackers, condiments, and a can of basically-expired Coca-Cola. His lunch. The officer gave him a menacing growl as he dropped the can on the other side of the cell door, placing the plate next to it.

"Lunch time, asshole." the officer frowned as he walked away.

With a feeling of anger building in him, Dominic quickly crouched in front of the door reached out through the bars, pulling the plate and can inside. He took the plastic spork on the plate and he started to dig into the beef, not liking the stale and tough taste of the meat. It tasted like it was a month old! But he digressed and he kept eating, trying to force himself to try like the taste... It was all he would have in prison.

But he noticed a nearby TV was on, and it was a breaking news story from CNN in Albuquerque. He felt confused as he saw a reporter looking straight at the camera, and he noticed she had a look of worry on her face and that there was smoke rising in the background buildings...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the virus is spreading! CNN doesn't know what exactly it is, other than it spread from eastern Russia, and it has caused infected people to act berserk and attack any and all people near them! We have no knowledge on what exactly it is, or how it's suddenly spread all over the United States, but CNN urges you all that have any reason to stay in Albuquerque, to consider evacuating at your earliest-"

Another officer shut off the TV, shaking his head with disgust. He knew it had to have been some sort of hype the media was bringing up. He thought it would be nothing at all.

"Fuckin' idiots... This'll blow over in a day or two. It's nothing." the officer told himself.

The officer set his set of jail cell keys on a desk nearby, sighing as he sat down in a chair behind the desk. He burped a little and scratched his belly, being a bit lazy as he directed his gaze to Dominic, watching him eat.

"Hey, boy! You're gonna go to the big house! If I had it my way, you'd just fry once you get there... It'd save taxpayers their big bucks." the officer coldly said.

Dominic didn't bother giving any reply to the officer. He just kept eating the shitty food and hoping for the best. The officer smirked, pulling his nightstick out of his belt and getting out of the chair as he did. He casually walked over to Dominic's cell, moving the nightstick on the bars so it would make some noise.

"Boy, you're in my house now..." the officer frowned. "You damn sure better watch yourself in prison... I know a few guys who'd love you as a prison bitch.. Mmm, yes sir, they'd make you drop the soap. You'd feel like a train was hittin' your rear." he added with a sinister smirk.

Dominic wanted to punch him so fucking bad at this moment. But he knew it wouldn't do any good and he'd just go to jail quicker... He thought it best to leave him alone. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, he and the officer heard a loud explosion outside. It sounded very close, like it was right outside on the street! It caused the officer to have a look of surprise, and he ran over to his desk. Dominic silently watched him as he saw him look around for something, possibly his revolver.

"Sir? Everything alright?" Dominic asked.

"Shut that fuckin' mouth, boy! Imma go outside and see what's happening, and you stay here!" the officer growled.

As the officer walked out of the room, Dominic silently sat in his cell and looked around. He could see through the other cells, since all of them were basically just rooms which walls were made of metal bars. He saw the other prisoners were scared... really scared... What the hell was going on?

As he heard what sounded a little like gunshots, Dominic went to his bunk and stood on it, looking through his window to try and get a clue what was happening. He slowly went wide eyed with what he saw outside of the cell... Flames, smoke, overturned cars, and all sorts of bad things were out there... But that wasn't the worst of it. He saw a man with blood all over him sprint over to another man who was on the ground, wounded...

That person ate the wounded man alive... He dug his teeth into his neck and started chomping on him like he was a goddamn steak...

Dominic was so startled that, as he backed from the window, he actually fell off his bed. He didn't care but he kept shimmying away from the window, only stopping because he backed all the way to the cell door. A few other prisoners in the neighboring cells all looked at him, and all of them felt worried about the situation.

"You see what's out there?! We're fuckin' dead... WE'RE FUCKIN' DEAD!" A drug addict screamed.

"Shut the fuck up! We'll be fine!" A prostitute shouted.

Everyone saw the officer rush back in with an AR-15 rifle in his hand, a look of worry was plastered on his face. This was supposed to blow over! The officer grabbed the cell keys and went to the cells, unlocking them all one by one.

"Go on! Get! They're comin'! They're fuckin' comin'!" the officer exclaimed.

As every cell was unlocked, everyone inside of them ran out for their lives. None bothered to thank the officer as they ran out, only wanting to survive from whatever was outside causing hell on earth. As the officer got to Dominic's cell, now the only one that was locked and the only one with a prisoner in it, he put the key next to the outside lock... and froze. Dominic went wide eyed as he saw the sudden pause, and also seeing the smirk on the officer's face.

"What're you waiting for?!" Dominic demanded to know.

The officer pulled the key away from the lock... then dropped it on the floor. He kicked it far away from the cell door, smirking at Dominic as he realized he was now stuck in the cell with no other way out...

"Hope you like it in there, bitch!" the officer taunted.

Suddenly, however, Dominic watched a man walk in... but the man was wounded, covered in blood, and limping towards the officer. Dominic knew something was wrong with this man... but then he realized something. This man was missing his jaw, one of his arms, and his skin was a sickly grey color... He looked like he's been dead for at least a week, but he was still up and walking around... How?

A feeling of horror filled Dominic as he watched the creature go to the officer and sink his teeth into his neck, dragging him to the ground as the officer screamed in agonizing pain. Dominic watched the creature start tearing open the officer's stomach and chest, digging into his organs and flesh and eating it all like it was a feast...

Dominic couldn't look away from the scene in front of him...

That... THING that ate the officer... it sure as hell wasn't human. No way it was...

Was this the end of the world...?