Author's Note: Alright! So, it's been a long time since I've done a full-length fic. I've been..."creatively stupid" for several months now. Everything I write comes out shitty and just not good, but I have a good feeling about this one. So bear with me, although I like to think of writing as kind of like riding a bicycle ;).

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately.

Warnings: blood, gore, mild violence, angst, zombies, AU, mentioned past character deaths

Pairing(s): Logan/James

Rating: We'll say PG-13

Author's Note Number Two: This is an AU fic. There's angst and blood and gore and there'll be mild violence and also mentioned past character deaths. This right here, this first piece, is just the prologue. More will be coming soon, since I'm almost finished with chapter one. This fic probably won't be too entirely long, but hopefully I can get teh chapters long enough. Not too short, not too long as I like to say! There will also be flashbacks at some point. Now, that's all said, I hope you guys ENJOY! :)

Prologue

It's Monday, or maybe it's Wednesday, hell I don't know anymore. But it's been about one month since we last saw each other.

James pauses, swallows past the dry lump in his throat.

If you can hear me, if you're listening, I hope you're safe. You….you have to be.

A gust of wind blows through and causes interference. The walkie talkie in his hand shrieks and pops with static, and in a panic he turns the volume down. Once it stops he blows out a breath.

Wherever you are please….just…answer me.

Every day, at exactly eight in the morning, he says the same thing; some days he's so desperate for an answer that he pleads and begs but it still gets him nowhere. Every day it's the same thing: hoping for an answer, only to be met with silence.

Today feels different, maybe it's the desperation that's pressing down on his shoulders a little more every day; maybe it's the loneliness that's killing him; or maybe it's just the stupid fucking silence on the other end of the radio. But something feels different, like it's the end, or the beginning.

Taking a deep breath he clicks the button once more.

Please. I need to know you're alive. If you can hear me I need you to say something, I need you to come back to me.

Please, Logan, come back to me.

And once again there's nothing but silence.