Disclaimer: I in no way own Gravity Falls, nor do I own any of it's characters. It all belongs to producer, animator and voice actor, Alex Hirsch.

Hello, fellow readers.

You may already know me. I'm the author of the Gravity Falls Fanfiction, Cypher's Labyrinth.

I'm terribly sorry for not posting any updates for said Fanfiction as of late. I have, in truth, been both extremely busy with schoolwork, and stuck with writer's block.

Although I have the main idea of the next chapter, I have no idea how I am to go about writing it. It will be a while before the chapter gets uploaded.

However, I have had this idea for a very long time. It doesn't fit at all into my other story for reasons you'll understand as soon as you start reading.

But I cannot let it go to waste.

This takes place a few hundred years after the events of Gravity Falls. The main characters in this story are descendants of the original characters of Gravity Falls.

So assume that, for instance, if a character is a female Northwest, then it looks like Pacifica. Or if a character is a male Pines, it looks like Dipper.

Anyway, enjoy!


The Wanderer

Rainwater poured from the sky like bullets being fired from above the clouds. Noises erupted like tiny explosions from each raindrop crashing towards the ground.

A lone figure trudged through the darkness of the evening sky. His face was hidden by a hood, and his body by a black trench coat.

He was walking at a balanced pace. Not too fast, out of fear of slipping and falling to the wet ground, and not too slow.

The boy's name was Alex Pines. He had been with his parents, until he was put in an orphanage at the young age of six.

His parents, their names escaping him, had never offered any justification. They simply dropped him off at the orphanage and left.

He never liked them when he actually did live with them anyway. But that did not mean he liked the orphanage any better

The bullying was remorseless.

He had been called so many different names that he lost track of them. He was beat up by the older kids, and the younger kids dared not go anywhere near him.

He was an outcast. He didn't belong with those kids. He didn't like his parents, but being with them was much more pleasant than dealing with the relentlessness of the kids at the orphanage.

His spirits were only further dampened when eager couples started visiting more often, opting to adopt a lucky child and raise them as their own.

But even the adults resented him. No one wanted to adopt the fortuitous kid that never left his room during the day, and never talked to anyone.

If only they knew the true reason behind his behavior.

By the time Alex was fourteen, the orphanage had been shut down. The place wasn't getting any business to fund the adoption program anymore, since all the kids had found loving families.

All of them except Alex.

He had stayed. Days turned to weeks as he waited and waited. He knew no one would come for him, yet he remained.

He only got kicked out when he was found by construction workers. The property owner wanted them to tear the old place down, to free up room for other projects.

Alex had been wandering ever since. He had been through roads, forests even small suburban neighborhoods.

He had, of course, visited small shopping centers and inns, for rest and to bathe. Unsurprisingly, the money he used to pay for such comodities was stolen.

But even then, no one dared talk to him. After all, who would talk to the young boy that would never even show his face, and dared not utter a single word?

If not for the fact that he could still hum to himself sometimes, he would have forgotten he had a voice.

He had spent months wandering the country, completely unsure of where he even was. Of course, he did not care. No one would even so much as glance in his direction unless provoked to do so, and usually, this meant that they wanted to steal his things.

But the suffering of loneliness did not end there.

It was just like any ordinary day. Ordinary for Alex at least.

He was wandering through another suburban neighborhood. It all seemed well until he noticed something was off.

The place was completely uninhabited. Cars were upturned, some of them burning, and house doors were covered in blood, some of them hanging off their hinges.

He stopped when he heard the thudding of footsteps coming from behind him.

Immediately, he pulled out a small knife that had been concealed withing his trench coat, and turned around to face whoever was trying to sneak up on him.

To say he was shocked would have been an understatement.

The creature's flesh was rotting, and part of its torso looked as though it had been chewed off. The creature's eyes were dull and lifeless, and it was limping towards him.

Alex had been too frozen in fear to move. The creature was slow, but it saw him, and what it was going to do was beyond Alex.

He tried to run, but it was as if his feet were nailed to the ground.

Seconds felt like hours as the creature made its way towards the young man standing before it.

Alex's hands finally caught up with his thoughts as he stabbed the creature in the head. It let out a single pained growl before falling to the ground and going completely limp.

And that was not the first creature Alex had seen. He had soon discovered that they were once humans. He could not however, figure out why they had turned into those putrid beasts.

Luckily, after wandering for another month or so, he found another person. It had been a dangerous encounter, her nearly taking his head off with a rifle, and him nearly lodging one of his throwing knives into her head.

But they soon became familiar with each other. She had told Alex that her name was Oceana Northwest, and that her parents had been dead since the beginning of some sort of virus epidemic. She was about the same age as Alex, and had spent the first few weeks of the virus outbreak surviving with her uncle and his two children.

But they all died after their base had been overrun. Luckily for Oceana, she had managed to escaped before being bitten.

She wandered for days, too exhausted to mourne the loss of her only family. It had been about eight days before she found a cabin somewhere in the outskirts of a small village, filled with supplies. That was where Alex found her.

He had told her that he was an orphan, but he became a fugitive after the orphanage had been shut down and he was kicked out. He told her of his time wandering the country, and that by the time he had actually met one of the creatures, it had already been months after being kicked out of his former home. He refused to tell her of the bullying though. It was too painful to talk about.

He did however, tell her of his various encounters with the creatures. Nerds is what she called them.

"I don't know why I call them nerds. I just suddenly started calling them that one day, and the name stuck. Of course, that as when I actually had a small group with me," She said, handing Alex a small canister of water and some peanuts. A midnight snack.

That had been a few days after they met.

Alex continued through the darkness that loomed over him, his hood being soaked from the harsh rainfall. In the distance, a bundle of trees could be seen. Its distance from Alex was hard to tell from the rain.

but he knew where he was going. He and Oceana had established a base on the edge of a wooded area. It was a small treehouse. Only a mile away, there was a small suburban town, so supplies were plentiful.

After all, it was just the two of them.

Alex stopped when he heard the soft thud of footsteps somewhere off to his left. True, the rain was loud, but surviving for almost a year had sharpened his senses.

He slowly pulled out a combat knife that had been strapped to his belt. He found it at a small abandoned camp on one of his supply runs.

Minutes felt like hours as he waited, listening for even the slightest of movements.

He immediately turned around and attempted to strike when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. To his utter surprise, his strike had een blocked by another knife.

He sensed the attack coming from his left, and so he dodged and performed a roundhouse kick. A satisfied smile plastered itself on his face when he heard the grunt of a female voice, and the sound of a thud.

He bent down to examine the individual that had attacked him. It was indeed female. She had fair skin and her hair was a dark shade of brown. She looked about the same age as him. He could not put his finger on it, but he felt as though he knew the girl.

He strapped the combat knife back onto his belt, and picked the girl up. He then made his way back towards his initial destination.

It was only minutes before he reached the all too familiar territory of the camp that he and his companion had set up. They never used it though. They set it up as a decoy in case bandits somehow found the area.

He walked up to a tree and knocked on the trunk five times. Each knock was harder and louder than the other.

It was a secret pattern that Alex and Oceana had opted to use. It was another security measure. If either of them heard the pattern, they would instantly throw down a rope ladder.

And that was exactly what had happened.

Alex struggled slightly with the weight of the strange female on his shoulders, but he managed to climb into the tree house.

As soon as he reached the hatch that lead inside, Oceana was there to help him up.

Of course, she was not happy to see that Alex had brought company.

"Alex, who is this?" she asked, sporting a frown.

"I don't know," Alex replied calmly walking passed her with the girl still hoisted over his shoulder.

"You don't know?" Oceana asked, the discontent evident in her voice.

Alex lightly placed her on the ground before speaking.

"Look, she's unconscious right now. If you're that scared, then restrain her," Alex said, his voice calm as he turned to face his companion, looking her straight in the eye.

She felt her face heat up.

"Okay," Oceana said, her voice softening upon gazing into Alex's beautiful brown eyes.

"Let her sleep on my bed. I think that kick I gave her will keep her out for a while," he said walking towards another room within the treehouse.

"Wait, what?! You kicked her?!" Oceana asked, snapping out of her trance-like state, more surprised than she was angry.

Alex stopped.

"Yes. She snuck up on me with a knife. We're all lucky she actually managed to block my attack, or I would most definitely be a little bit bloodier than I currently am," Alex replied, acting as if the occurance was of the norm.

Of course, the response recieved an exasperated sigh from his blonde haired partner.

"What am I to do with you Alex," she said in a defeated tone. Of course, she was feigning it. She dashed towards him and tackled him into a pile of pillows that had been conveniently placed in one of the corners of the room they were in.

She proceeded to sit on his stomach, and attempt to tickle him. But he was not ticklish, nor was he even remotely amused by his friend's actions.

"Oceana, what is the meaning of this?" Alex asked in a dull monotone.

He began to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable when she leaned close to his face. He knew not what she was planning, but he assumed it was not something he would find particularly amusing.

He was relieved when she only spoke to him.

"You need to loosen up a bit sometimes, ya know? I mean sure, it's the apocalypse and there are zombies everywhere, but everyone needs some time to relax a bit," she said, leaning away from his face.

"Oh? And what does the lovely lady have in mind?" Alex said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oceana knew he was being sarcastic. Despite that, she still could not help but blush ever so slightly.

Luckily, Alex was not paying attention to her face in particular, so he did not notice it.

If he did notice it, he either ignored it, or blamed it on the chilly weather.

"Well I-" She started, but was cut off by the sound of groan. But this was not the groan one would hear from a member of the undead.

Immediately they both got up to investigate. Their eyes fell upon the girl that Alex had brought with him, lying on the floor where he had placed her, clutching her ribs in pain.

Though the female was a stranger, and could have been potentially dangerous, Oceana rushed to her side.

"Are you okay? Say something, stranger!" Oceana said, her voice thick with concern.

"I thought you were upset that I brought her here?" Alex asked, more amused than he was disturbed by the situation. Of course, it took quite a lot to disturb someone of his nature.

Months of wandering in loneliness, mixed with the undead flesh-eaters, had made him that way.

"Oh quiet you. Get me the first aid kit," Oceana said, perturbed by her friend's slightly snarky attitude.

What happened next suprised them both. More Alex than Oceana, but they were both surprised nonetheless.

"A-Alex? I-Is that you?" the strange female asked weakly before passing out again.

Oceana was voiceless for the next few seconds, too shocked to speak. But Alex was not. He ran to her side so quick that Oceana thought she saw a slight blur.

"Who are you? How do you know who I am?" Alex asked urgently, grabbing the girl by the front of her shirt. But she had not responded. The blow to the ribs must have been bad.

"Alex! Leave her alone! I think she needs to rest," Oceana said, her voice laced with concern.

Alex obliged and let the girl go, before picking her up and walking to his room.

"Do you still want to restrain her?" Alex asked seriously as he placed the girl on his bed.

"No. She apparently knows you, so she probably won't try anything," Oceana said, glancing at the girl.

"I guess you're right. She won't try to hurt me..." Alex said, his voice growing hushed as he spoke the last few words.

"Alex, what's wrong? Is there something you're not telling me?" Oceana asked, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder.

She cared a great deal about him. In the months they had spent together, she learned more and more about him. She knew when something was bothering him.

"It's nothing Oceana, I just need rest," Alex said, lightly grabbing the hand that had been placed on his shoulder.

Oceana felt butterflies in her stomach from her companion's gentle touch.

"Alex, I've spent more than a year with you. In the span of those long months, I've learned more about you than anyone I've ever known. I know something is bothering you. Just please don't hide your feelings from me," Oceana said, moving closer to Alex, looking him in the eye.

He eventually caved. Her puppy dog eyes were irresistable. Even for him.

"It's just that...I have a strange feeling that I somehow know her. Like She's been an important part of my life..." Alex said, his voice growing softer with every word spoken.

"Don't worry Alex. She seems to know you. Once she wakes up, she may be able to clear things up. For now, let's do like her and get some rest," Oceana said, putting a hand on his cheek.

Alex did not respond.

Without thinking, Oceana began leaning closer to his face. Her mind was racing with thoughts. Her face was tinted with a light shade of red.

Alex noticed this, and spoke.

"You're right. I think it's best we get some rest," He said calmly.

"What? Oh! Of course! R-rest!" Oceana said, flustered. This amused Alex.

Before she could do anything else, he grabbed her and pulled her into a gentle hug.

She nearly fainted, but returned the hug nonetheless.

"See you in the morning, Oceana," Alex said, letting go of her before walking towards the living-room portion of the tree-house, and laying down in the pile of pillows.

"Yeah...Rest well..." she said softly before retiring to her own quarters.

She could hardly sleep. She was too caught up in her own thoughts to fall asleep.

'What if I had actually kissed him? What if he doesn't like me back? What if this ruins our friendship? I feel so stupid right now!'

Eventually, sleep overcame her senses, and she drifted off.

She soundlessly slept that night, dreaming of Alex.

The two friends had a long day ahead of them. What with an odd female resting only a room away, and the fact that this female somehow knew Alex.

It was going to be an interesting day, that was for certain.


Well? Thoughts? I love zombies, and I love the idea of a story revolving around the Gravity Falls characters' descendants. Review if you find any errors, and don't forget to favorite both me and the story if you enjoyed reading!