Hello dears! I am really excited to present you the first chapter of a new fanfic I just started. The story is total AU and it is a crossover of two of the most popular and polemic AMC's tv shows: The Walking Dead and Breaking Bad. It is more than nothing a diferent adaptation of a popular tale (you will know it with the time, cause I don't want to give spoilers or any other detail that may reveal something), with its proper variation of events and a different touch.

I invite you openly give your opinions and reviews, those are really worthy to me and to my work.

Keep on reading and I will hope your comments, opinions, suggestions, anything you feel in the need to express. I will see you in a few days with a new chapter of this crossover and a new chapter of "Silvershell Estate" that is now on progress.

Well, here it its. Enjoy it

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Chapter 1

~Home, sweet ol' home~

They were driving for hours, and Beth was tired of the vibrations of the truck caused by the bumpy roads they were riding by. Her dad had told her about the farm they used to live in long before when she was barely able to talk. She didn't remember that place, and being honest with herself she didn't give a damn either. The only thing she wanted so desperately that moment was to curl herself in Maggie's bedsheets and wait for her to show up and kick her out of her room with a tickle fight. She knew it was never going to happen.

Hershel, along with Maggie and Shawn helped Beth through Annette's death. After two years fighting cancer and having her family by her side, she lost the battle and passed away. It was a hard time for everyone, but mostly for Beth who was the one that stood by her side most of the time. She nursed her mother, took care of her, took her to the chemos, cleaned her when she felt sick, even missed school for almost a year, when the final stage took over her bones. She suffered every day seeing how she was losing her mother , but that also helped her to get used to the idea that she was preparing to take her las train in the sation, and that was just a long and painful goodbye. But the bond she had with Maggie was something different. They were close, more than she wanted to admit. When she heard that call in the middle of the night her world came down in pieces. Maggie and Shawn were coming back from college when summer break started. Her SV was hit by a trailer that lost control after the driver fell asleep. A short call of less than 5 minutes changed her life for ever. Her loved siblings, his brother who showed her how to stand and fight against the bullies in her school, was gone forever; her sister who taught her how to do her hair, how to smile in hard times, how to strive whenever the times were difficult, her loved sister was dead. She hadn't even had the chance to tell them she loved them, to listen their voices one last time. Three warm beacons in her life went off, and now with the winter over them, her heart's never felt so cold before.

The green of the fields turned into golden stains randomly showing up in all of the farms of the county. Some trees had given away their leaves, following the natural course of life, while others refused to lose their vitality and stay perennial for the cold snow and merciless windstorms. Sun was bathing the top of the trees with a golden beam when the truck turned right and entered the old property of Greene. Beth admitted it was a beautiful house, that if she had her family together once again, and just had a break from work and worries to relax and have peaceful walks over the fields, riding a horse or learning how to take care of the animals, enjoying a delicious meal and cleaning the house with Maggie bossing around and playing with whatever thing they were using to clean would have been a better bet than just entering alone with her father inside an old house covered in dust, with a couple of bags of clothes in each hand.

"We're here, Bethy" Said Hershel, a soft smile in his face trying to cheer his daughter up a bit, but she didn't speak to him since early in the morning when he started the truck. Silently, she climbed down the truck and picked her things out from the back of the truck, feeling the distinctive coldness of autum caressing her cheeks.

The air smelled different from what she imagined. It wasn't a fresh country air perfumed with hay scent and the smell of plants and herbs, it was something rotten, like the smell of a match freshly burnt mixed with an open sewer from a restaurant back in the city and cat piss. Even the smell of cow shit and still water from the stables was more pleasant than that.

Hershel shrinked his nose in disgust. "Maybe it's some new factory near the valley" He felt disappointed of such a disgusting welcome. He expected things had never changed since the last time he stepped that house. He wanted his daughter to enjoy a good and peaceful country life, so she could recover from their loss by focusing in a different view from her window and a lighter air than the one in the city. Things were changing fast and saddly admitted to himself that Greene Farm was not the same as he expected to see. What it used to be a majestic house, a red roof with clay tiles all in white wood and navy blue frames around the windows, it was now a grey old structure that had several red tiles mising in the roof, the white paint scalping down like tiny little snow flakes, and in every line bewteen the wooden boards thin black lines of mold formed due to the rain and the lack of protection against humidity. Beth used to suffer from asthma when she was nine, it was more a stress thing and it hadn't showed since then, but they had to keep their cautions now with the mold and dust around the house, and that awful smell poisoning the air.

Hershel twisted the key and the door opened squeaking. He peaked his head inside to see the state of the place before seeing her daughter's disappointment in her face.

"Tomorrow we wipe the dust off. What about if we have dinner, uh?" In fact they needed to wipe off a ton of dust, and move the heavy furniture placed almost near the entrance, and sweep the dry leaves cornered in the ends of the room. His father still with a last resource smile in his face waved her the way in. She shook her head, being aware that her father was struggling with the same issues as she. how could she be as hash with her as with her father? "Yes, daddy, I'm hungry" Answered condescendantly. He put his arm on her back and led her into the house. That could become a good place to live, it just neede some time to transform the ugly into beauty.

Beth always sougth to be like a strong perennial tree, capable enough to endure the hardest of the storms and continue green and alive when Spring melts the snow -just as Maggie was- but now she realized she was just another oak that refused to lose her beautiful leaves with the natural course of life. It was not that bad, for when the winter ends, life will emerge from deep inside her and it will bloom along with the flowers, and that was something she just learned in that moment.

Two weeks ago...

"I told you I am not making any move outside New Mexico, Jesse." Walter's voice low but angry.

"Heyy, this is a sure bet, trust me. Besides I wasn't the one who exploded the headquarters of a mexican cartel leader." Answered Jesse back, impatient.

"If you want to take over other territories be my guest, but don't come to me whining about your problems with dealers or bad guys trying to eliminate you, because this time I am not saving your ass, you hear me?" Somehow Walter knew deep inside that would end being true, and that he would end saving Jesse' ass because he wasn't capable of doing anything as he explicitly ordered.

"Hey yo, these guys know how to get shit done, they used to work with other dudes back in Atlanta..." Jesse's voice ran fluent, excited by the idea of expanding"...listen, they like our product. The market of blue sky candy will get know throughout the Sates. From San Francisco to Florida. Like an epidemy I know this guy in Georgia, they call him "the beast" or something, he will help to produce it and distribute it. And here's the best, he will do it for just 10 percent. I'm pretty damn sure this is a big hit, this guy is like totally crazy, and they say he has just one eye..." without paying attention to what his former chemistry teacher was trying to say he continued speaking.

"Jesse...Jess...Jessee!" He was trying not to scream, cornered in the kitchen, his head between the counter and the wall. "I give you permission to do it, but if you mess it up, I.."

"What? Are you gonna kill me? You need me Mr, White. With this new store in Atlanta, we can make it, we can get, and I've done some math, more than a hundred grands..."

"Come on, Jesse, a hundred grands? Don't make me laugh. That is what I get here, per day" That ammount was to him almost an insult.

"...per hour."

Line went mute for a couple of seconds. Walter shocked. It was a great ammount of money, however he had to take into consideration the distance from that secret place and Albuquerque, and a legal and smart way to move the money.

"How are we going to get the money?"

"I got some contacts, they are doing their magic with the computer and some bank accounts, don't worry 'bout that"

"Ok. uhm..do you know they can assure pureness? 98 percent. No less. If I am distributing my recipe, they have to do it the way I do it."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I know how to do it. I will tell those bitches what to do and everything will be fine."

"Ok." Sighed Walter rubbing his bald head. Somebody entered the kitchen and suddenly changed the topic and his voice tone.

"Oh no, thank you, I like my service, and I have told you I will keep it with this company, I don't want your offers anymore, ok you get it?"

"Your wife again, Mr. White? Gosh, grow some balls or find another place to talk!" Line went off, but Walter kept talking.

"Yes...yes, thank you, bye byee. Can you believe it? it is the third time they call me" He shook his head in disapproval and waved his hands in the air, smiling simpathetically. Skyler only smirked and went back to the porch with Marie and Hank. The smile in the face of Walter erased instantly and his thought shifted to this new business Jesse was about to run in a far place such as Atlanta. He worried about the situation, for life had taught him by trial and error to keep the smallest of trust with someone who is in the business and gives himself a nickname, especially one such as creepy as "The beast."