Author's note:

Hello guys, this is my first time making a fanfiction about the Song if Ice and Fire by George R.R Martin. I hope you guys will like it. And also, if there are other precedent stories with the same premise, I apologize for the non-unique idea. But, I just can't get the plot out of my system so here you go. I hope that you would read it (and write reviews negative or positive comments are welcome) :)

Setting is modern day Westeros and Essos (The system of government is still monarchy). This is a fic mostly about Gendry and Arya. Most of information that you would see came, of course, from the creative mind of G.R.R Martin. Except that it's in modern times, and there are zombies. Not your White Walkers but normal pop culture Zombies. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Arya Stark

Arya Stark held her tears as she rode down the night express bus. It was supposed to be a normal day, she thought. She would practice marksmanship with her teacher Syrio Forel, until he was gunned down by the Queen's men. Or so she thinks. She did not see it happen, but there were two Gold Cloaks that wanted her. Syrio told her to make a run for it. She did not want to leave. How can a paint ball gun match with semi-automatic rifles? She will never know.

Her father, the Warden of the North, was branded traitor by the Queen. She said he tried to usurp the throne from its rightful heir. He died by execution in the afternoon that day. She was there. There at the great square where the new boy King Joffrey and her mother was sneering at the side as Ilyn Payne, master executioner pulled the trigger. But before she could do anything, he was yanked away by a man named Yoren. He was a member of the Night's Watch, the soldiers that protect the Westeros from attacks of Wildlings - those people without Kings. She wondered what it was like to be a free folk. One who does not need to serve any king or not be killed for loyalty to the previous king. A cripling pain shot her chest as she remembered her father as he died in service of his bestfriend, the late King Robert Baratheon.

Arya stared at the rear view mirror of the bus as he eyed the current driver who was looking right at her through the same. Yoren he was called. He was one of her father's men. His instructions was to take Arya away, away as possible, even to the North of the Wall where his half-brother Jon Snow was stationed. She hugged her knapsack and touched some of her hair sticking out from her cap. It was shorter now, she thought. She felt a small delight on the fact that she would not need to fix it any longer. Yoren had cut it. He said she was no longer Arya Stark of the North, daughter of the King's hand, but Arry. If she wants to live, then she better forget she is Arya Stark.

Arya slouched on her seat. She noticed that there were a lot of people inside the bus. Yoren said they'd be recruited to the Watch. Arya did not dare to look at them, feeling terrified at what they might do. She did not even feel safe at the man who was seated on her other side, he was cuffed on the post though. But his face still scared her. Most of them were petty criminals, rapers, those who chose the wall over execution. The wall, as said by his father before, was one of the greatest military command posts in Westeros, designed to protect the people of the South fom the Wildlings. However, due to the extreme cold and non-threat of Wildlings, their numbers have dwindled and now, they resorted to this: recruiting criminals from King's Landing.

Silence ruled most of their trip, except those ocassional growls made by the man on her other side, which made her shiver. Arya felt her eyes begin to feel heavy. She was tired. Not just physically but also mentally. She wanted to sleep, just for a while, for when she wakes up she will never forget what the Queen and her son did to her father.

It was not long when she finally dozed off when she suddenly yanked from her seat. "Watch out!" The voice called. In sheer panic, Arya stood up and saw a person in the middle of the road.

"Yoren!" She managed to scream. All things happened so fast. Suddenly, the night bus was swerving out of course. Yoren fought for control, but it was too late. The bus flipped to its side sending Arya and everyone else to the ground. She managed to cover her head but the sheer force made Arya hit her seat. She closed her eyes and tried to protect her head. A loud screeching sound was heard until the bus finally stopped.

Arya grunted as she was curled like a little ball on the floor. Upon opening her eyes she shrieked as he saw the growling man in front of her face - bloodied. She kicked him out of sheer terror as wiggled free from him. He caught her by her foot and she stumbled back to the ground.

"Get off me!" She screamed. The man had a look on her face as if he was going to eat her alive. She tried to free his grip from her heel but it was too strong. She cried and cried until a loud cracking sound finally made the man unconscious.

"You okay?" The voice finally called. Arya looked up and saw the man's piercing blue eyes stare at her.

"Yeah, thanks," she managed to say. The man held out his hand to help Arya get up.

"The fuck just happened?" He panted.

"The bus just flipped over, stupid." She scowled. Arya looked at him as he had a shocked expression glued to his face. She bit her lip as she realized that she called the man who saved her life, stupid. She observed as he had blood streaming out of his forehead.

"Sorry, force of habit." She apologized. Arya took her knapsack and grabbed a shirt and gave it to him. He nodded in appreciation and placed the clothing on his head.

"We have to get out of here." She said.

The man with blue eyes nodded. Both of them ran towards a cracked window jumping over lifeless bodies on the floor. The sight was repulsive as she saw people with bones etching out of their bodies. She wanted to vomit but held it. On the other hand, his companion was searching for pulses on some of them.

"They're not breathing." He whispered. Then, he finally got up and joined Arya to get out of the bus. The man got out first and he caught Arya as she jumped off.

The smell of petroleum filled the air. The gas tank was leaking on its side. In a while, fire might emerge from the the bus. "We have to get out of here." The man said. Arya nodded as they ran towards the front.

"Yoren, let's go!" Arya shouted as he spotted the driver who was bleeding hard. He probably got a broken arm as he held it and walked slowly towards the person who was in the middle of the road.

"Are you out of your god damn mind?" Yoren said as he kicked the man on his stomach. He fell to the gound and crawled as if he felt no pain. The man did not say anything but instead growled at Yoren. In his anger, Yoren shoved his shoe on the man's face. To his surprise, the man caught it. Yoren wiggled free, but before he could do so, the man reached for his leg and bit him. To his terror, he punched his way free but led to the man biting one of his fingers off.

"Yoren!" Arya screamed in terror as she rushed to his aid. Arya grabbed her knapsack and began hitting the man with it.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Him" she said with every hit. The man finally let Yoren free as it silently nimbled Yoren's finger. Arya watched in disgust as it sucked and licked every flesh on the mutilated appendage. Arya crawled towards Yoren and helplessly dragged the old geezer.

"C'mon, fucker. Walk!" She pleaded. But Yoren was bleeding out. He was out of it.

We're gonna die, she thought. Either the exlosion from the bus kills them or this crazy cannibal eat them alive.

Suddenly, the man with blue eyes lifted Yoren and dragged him away from the road. Arya on the other hand stared aimlessly on the now flaming bus.

"Let's go!" He commanded Arya to her senses. Arya shook her head as she weakly stood up and ran to the forest.