Disclaimer: All recognizable Characters, places, and plots belong to those who own the copyright for Walking Dead and Criminal Minds respectfully such as AMC and Robert Kirkman, I do not know all their names.

All new characters such as Kat, The Takers, and Kat's original group belong to me. Please do not use them or my storyline without my permission.

Warnings:

This story will contain foul language, nudity, sexual content, graphic violence, mentions of sexual assault, death, abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, partial depictions of sexual assault, depictions of domestic abuse, torture, suicide, depictions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, PTSD, flash backs and much more.

Each Chapter will have its own trigger warnings directly below this warning at the start please use these to protect yourself while you read. If there are any issues regarding this please PM me.

Standing Warnings for All Chapters: (These Warnings are used so frequently it is pointless to add them by specific chapter.

Gore, Graphic Violence, Death, Swearing

Chapter Warnings:

-See Standing Warnings Above-

AN:

Hey, Everyone! Welcome to my new story. I know a lot of people have been waiting for updates on my other Walking Dead Story Hope Is Stronger Than Fear. I will be updating it with a few chapters soon and an important announcement in regards to the story, so if you're a fan of that keep a look out for that. But in the meantime I'm back with a new story I've been working on for a few months now.

I started working on this story not long after season nine of Walking Dead started airing in October 2018. This story is technically a crossover between Walking Dead and Criminal Minds but as the Criminal Minds characters do not actually come in besides a phone call in this chapter and mentions for at least the first 50 + chapters I will be posting this in the Walking Dead section for now.

I'm sorry I've been gone for so long and haven't posted in a while. I had to deal with a lot of health issues from October through January; I'm finally recovering so I'm getting more of a chance to write.

This story is prewritten through chapter 7 and I will be posting two chapters a week for the time being. The story is structured into chapters with specific themes and story beats. Every chapter will start and end with a quote like an episode of Criminal Minds does.

With that all out of the way, enjoy the show!

Survive We Shall

Season One

Episode 01: What Tomorrow Brings

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"And that's the thing. The day before your whole life changes, forever, it feels just like any other day." – Unknown

Kat hummed as she walked around her kitchen making her dinner, roast beef, potatoes, onions, and gravy. Not the healthiest meal, but one of her favorites. For desert a slice of cheesecake. She'd spent the day watching shows on Netflix while working on her next book; the fourth and final instalment of the Silver Star Chronicles.

'How's the book coming?' Kat glances at her phone reading the text from her older brother.

'Good, how's the case?'

'Finished, we're headed back to DC now. I can't wait to sleep.' Kat snorts at the sleeping emoji her brother adds to the end of the text. She'd recently convinced him to get a smart phone and he'd been attempting to use them whenever possible ever since.

'Sleep well, Spence.' She sends him a heart emoji and gets back to her food. Spencer lived in DC and worked for the FBI as a criminal profiler, a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit or BAU. He'd been working there for over thirteen years now, over half of Kat's life. She finishes her dinner settling in to finish bingeing Merlin again.

Around six in the morning the ringing of her phone woke her. Kat blinks and rolls over with a groan ignoring the phone for a moment before sighing and picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Kat? Something's happening, something bad. I need you to get to DC, as soon as you can. Pack what you want; you may not be home for a very long time. Please catch the next flight out!" Spencer's terrified voice begs. Kat sits up in her bed putting her glasses on and glancing at her clock.

"Spencer what's going on?"

"I'll explain when you get here, just… get here."

"Okay, I'll catch the next flight." Kat agrees the fear in her brother's voice scaring her. Spencer Reid did not scare easily, over a decade in the job he had made sure of that. So for him to sound so terrified was a bad sign.

"Call me when you land, one of the team will pick you up. Oh, bring your gun. I love you, Katrina."

"I love your too, Spencer, see you in a few hours." Kat hangs up the phone pausing to take a breath looking around her room. She takes a breath and stands rushing to pack. She grabs a duffle bag stuffing her gun and her ammo in it, she pauses before grabbing her bow locking it in its case and stuffing it and her arrows in her duffle bag as well. If she needed her gun it may come in handy, who knows, plus if she wasn't coming back she'd want it with her. Rossi would let her practice on his property like when she was a teenager she was sure. She adds her pocket knife and Swiss army knives to the bag before dropping it by the top of the stairs.

Next was her star trek messenger bag, her laptop, IPod, Nintendo Switch, IPad, and kindle went in there along with the cords, her spare headphones, and her phone cord. She added her sketch books, pencils, and notebooks. Her backpack was next, her favorite pictures being pulled from the walls and taken from their frames to be placed in a Ziploc baggy inside along with her favorite photo album, a Ziploc full of jewelry from her mom or members of Spencer's team growing up, a small black stuffed cat Spencer had given her for her fifth birthday named Midnight, her high school diploma and Bachelor's degree in creative writing, and finally the first printed copies of each of her books, seven in total.

Last was her suit case where she tossed a few pairs of shoes, all her clean socks, underwear, and bras. A few jackets, a few pairs of jeans, shorts, t-shirts, long sleeved shirts, and tank tops. She tossed in her Harry Potter, Twilight, and Edgar Allen Poe books. Lastly she added her first aid kit, and her fifteen pairs of glasses. Kat had taken to owning a lot of different styles of glasses to go with her different outfits, something she'd picked up from Penelope a women who worked with her brother who'd been like an older sister to her since she'd met her.

Kat pulls out her phone booking the next flight leaving for DC, frowning when the only one available before noon had a layover in Texas. She shakes her head booking the first class ticket and calling a cab. The last thing she wanted to do was leave her truck in airport parking if she didn't know how long she'd be gone. It being the middle of the week SeaTac was surprisingly more busy than normal; the place was packed with people. Kat quickly got her boarding pass moving to check her bags, having flown with her gun enough times to know the drill.

Kat got in line. After almost twenty minutes the woman checking bags took a call then shut down her station. Kat watched in confusion as all the terminal's shut down. People began whispering around her.

"Attention the state of Washington has just entered a state of emergency. Bags are no longer being checked, if we call your flight number please move to the front and you will be taken to your plane to board; please take your luggage with you. Security measures are being lifted. Thank you."

"What the fuck?" Kat mutters as people around her begin to panic.

"Flight 354 to New York." Kat watches as people join a worried looking flight attendant who leads them away a few minutes later. "Flight 356 to DC with layover in Houston?" Kat glances at her boarding pass then approaches the flight attendant who glances at her pass before nodding.

"Uh, I have a gun and permit to carry. I normally check it, what do I do now?" Kat asks her before they head out.

"It doesn't matter, keep it on you. We've been told to just get everyone on the plane and out. The military showed up twenty minutes ago giving orders, apparently the whole country is under martial law." The woman says as she begins leading Kat and around twenty others to their boarding gate. Kat shares a worried look with those around her. Before long they are all standing outside the gate, two soldiers stand by the doors asking people questions as they board, something about bites?

"Ma'am has anyone attacked and or bitten or scratched you in the past twenty four hours?" Kat raises an eyebrow.

"No… What's going on?"

"Please board the plane, Ma'am." The soldier won't look her in the eye, though she catches a look of fear before he looks away. Kat sighs but boards taking her seat. She puts her suitcase on the floor in front of the seat beside hers; knowing it won't fit in the overhead or it was unlikely too and it certainly wouldn't fit under the seat. She puts her messenger bag, backpack, and duffle bag on the seat with her purse on top. Kat leans her head into the aisle counting around thirty people seated in the normal section; two other people were seated in first class with her so far. Ten more people board before the doors are closed. Their where only around forty passengers it seemed, on a jet that would normally fit at least a hundred and fifty, probably more.

"Attention passengers this is your captain speaking, please take your seats and prepare for takeoff, safety procedures will be explained once we are at cruising altitude, thank you." Kat buckles her belt shooting a quick text to Spencer as they taxi onto the runway.

'On plane, something is up, bags where not checked, they had me board with my luggage over an hour before the flight was to take off. They had me board without checking my gun even after I told them about it! They said something about martial law and a state of emergency. What is going on? We're taking off without safety warnings, there where soldiers asking us if we'd been bitten or scratched as we boarded. I'll text you once I have Wi-Fi and can.'

Kat sits back in her seat staring out the window as they reach the runway; she leans over her bags to watch out the window as they take off. As they climb her view of the city widens, her stomach drops as she sees pillars of smoke rising from downtown, and what appear to be military helicopters flying that way. What the fuck was happening? Where they under attack?

"Attention passengers this is your captain speaking, we have now reached cruising altitude, we should be reaching Houston in approximately four hours. Flight attendants will be by with drinks after they finish their safety instructions. Thank you for flying Alaska." Kat shakes her head, why wasn't anyone telling them anything?

Three hours later a high pitched scream in the back of the plane dragged her attention away from her book. Kat spins around in her seat looking down her aisle along with most of the planes passengers, near the back of the plane two people had jumped up and pulled a woman from her seat. Kat unbuckles sprinting down the aisle to see a woman with what appeared to be a large bite out of the side of her shoulder. A deep guttural growling could be heard from her seat now that she was no longer screaming.

Suddenly the woman tore herself from the men and dived back into the seat a moment later she was sitting on the floor of the aisle holding a small child in her arms as he struggled. The boy was clawing at his mother and clearly attempting to bite her again, it took Kat a moment to realize the inhuman growling was coming from the boy. One of the men leaned down to tried to pull the boy back; the boy turned his head to look at the man, Kat catching the blood smeared around the boy's mouth even from where she was.

"What the fuck!" The man attempts to jump back as the boy suddenly latches onto his arm and bites down viciously, tearing a chunk of skin and muscle from his arm, chewing then swallowing. Kat stumbles back in horror as people quickly back away from the boy and the now screaming man. The woman is trying to yell over the man, she pulls the boy back into her arms, trying to restrain him.

A few seconds later the mother is dragged back from the child from behind by another passenger. As soon as she losses her grip the boy is up and stumbling down the aisle towards a woman who was leaning around the edge of her seat to look. She moves to pull back just as the boy reaches her sinking his teeth into her neck, her garbled scream joining the other horrified screams and yelling throughout the plane.

The screams all cut off as if muted when the deafening crack of gunshot has all eyes moving from the boy to a man standing behind the mother in the aisle. Kat's eyes flicker back to the boy… or more correctly the body of the boy lying only around fifteen feet in front of her. The woman he'd attacked was hanging out of her seat motionless, blood dripping onto the boy's corpse.

"NO! No, not my baby, no!" The mother shrieks. The man holding her back lets her go stumbling into the middle row of seats. The man with the gun lowers it looking a bit ill.

"I'm Jacob Moore, air marshal." He holds up his credentials, not that Kat could read them from where she was. "I'm sorry Ma'am but your boy was infected… I didn't have a choice."

"Infected?" A man standing in the other aisle of the plane asks looking confused.

"You… You killed my boy… my Bradley…" The mother shouts stumbling to her feet towards Moore.

"How many of you saw the news this morning?" Three hands go up. Moore sighs running a hand through his hair. "There's some kind of virus going around, once infected people die… they die and then they come back… they come back from the dead and eat people… like zombies, but real." He explains his face completely serious.

"Is that why the soldiers were asking us about bites?" A woman asks fearfully, a young toddler clutched in her arms.

"Yes."

"You killed my boy!" The mother had approached Moore without anyone really noticing, or if they had they hadn't said anything. She suddenly punches him dead in the face; snatching his gun from his belt she aims it at him as she backs herself into the row of seats behind her until her back hits the window.

"Ma'am he was already dead, please drop the gun." Moore pleads from his spot on the ground slowly standing up his hands held in front of him as blood trickles down his face. The woman glares at him then presses the gun against the plane window. Kat freezes in place as her eyes widen.

"Your all with him, he killed my boy but your listening to him." She mutters crazily. If she pulled that trigger the plane would depressurize and they would all die.

"Ma'am please, you'll kill us all, yourself included." Moore pleads his eyes wide. Kat backs down the aisle until she reaches her seat, she glances at her stuff her eyes landing on her duffle bag… she had good aim… maybe? Kat slides into her seat and slips her gun from her duffle bag quickly checking it was loaded before standing up and slowly moving down the aisle of the plane. The woman was muttering to herself now, her finger firmly on the trigger. Kat keeps the gun at her side as she gets closer. She stops a few feet from the kid's body not willing to get too close.

Kat grabs a magazine from the seat beside her and waves it to get Moore's attention he glances at her. She moves the gun so he can see it and nods to the woman. Moore stares at her for a moment then nods.

"If you don't drop the gun we won't have a choice but to hurt you Ma'am." Kat takes a breath raising the gun as the woman turns to look at Moore as he talks. She flicks off the safety and lines up the shot.

"I'll kill all of you! You killed my Bradley. Mommy's coming baby." She raises the gun to the window again. Kat pulls the trigger. The woman slumps to the ground, blood spraying the wall and seats behind her. Moore quickly moves forward retrieving his gun as people scream. Kat turns back on her safety lowering her gun as she stares at it… she just killed a woman.

"Thank you, Miss, what's your name?" Moore approaches her slowly; he steps over the boy placing a hand over hers on her gun. Kat looks up at his face blinking the world seeming to disappear around her, her vision tunneling to focus only on him and the gun in her hand.

"Kat, er Katrina Reid."

"You did well, Kat. Why don't we sit down, alright?" Moore takes the gun from her hand and leads her back to her seat… how did he know which was her seat? "Kat you need to breathe slower, follow my breathes… Kat?" Moore said something more but she couldn't make it out as the world spun around her suddenly going dark.

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Kat blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light around her. Someone was patting her cheek; her eyes focus the memories of the last ten minutes coming back to her all at once. Moore smiles as she blinks up at him.

"Welcome back, do you know where you are?" Kat nods sitting up straighter and looking around. She can hear people crying and talking throughout the plane. The two other first class passengers are both standing peering over at her from the middle row of seats.

"I shot someone…" Kat whispers feeling like she was going to be sick.

"You saved us." A man with greying silvery short hair from first class speaks up.

"You did." Moore agrees.

"Here you are Ma'am." A flight attendant hands her a glass of water shakily. Kat takes it with a shaky nod of her own.

"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"

"My brothers taught me… they're FBI agents…" Kat says quietly.

"I'm going to give you this back, please put it away." Moore hands her, her gun. Kat puts it in her duffle bag zipping it closed.

"Attention passengers, we would like to ask everyone in economy class in seats A and B to please move to seats behind row twenty and in front of row fifteen. Thank you. Please follow Air Marshal Moore and the Flight Attendants orders; we will hopefully be landing soon." The captain comes on the intercom.

"I'm going to go calm people down." Moore pats her arm giving a nod to the other two people in first class before moving into the back of the plane. Kat sits in her seat staring at the seat in front of her sipping the water to keep from puking.

"Attention passengers, I'm sorry to say we will not be landing in Houston… it seems the airport is not responding. We will be continuing directly to DC." Kat turns to look at the silver haired man a few seats away from her.

"That can't be good." He mutters with a shake of his head. Kat shakes her head mutely. The plane should hold enough fuel to make it to DC… but that was only if they'd been fully fueled before taking off, and with their rush to send planes out the chances of that where slim. Kat pulls out her phone connecting to the inflight Wi-Fi. A strange sound behind her catches her attention before she can dial. She turns around in her seat her face paling as she sees the woman the boy had bitten moving. The same guttural growls the boy had been making issuing from her lips as she attempts to reach for a woman a few seats in front of hers.

"Moore!" Kat yells unbuckling quickly and jumping to her feet. Moore quickly runs into the first class slipping between the seats to move to her aisle from the other one.

"What? What is it?" Kat points at the woman… or corpse. Its eyes where clouded, face pale from the blood lose from having the boy biting out its neck.

"Oh shit, she was bit. Does anyone have a knife?" He calls looking around. Kat nods turning and quickly pulling her pocket knife from her bag and handing it to him.

"How many weapons do you have?"

"Five… gun, pocket knife, bow, and two Swiss army knives." Kat answers with a shrug. "My brother called me panicked and said to get to DC that something was happening and to bring my gun… my brother doesn't panic. So I brought my gun… plus some." Kat was surprised by how calm she felt… she wasn't sure if she was going back into shock or if her emotions where too overloaded at that point to work or what, but despite her fear she was calming down.

"Well we're all lucky you came prepared." Moore snorts and moves swiftly up to the corpse. It grabs at his clothing while he grabs the top of its head forcing it's face down against the armrest while he stabs it in the back of the head at the base of the skull. The corpse slumps down, dead… again.

"The mother was bitten too… Will she… turn?" Kat asks not completely sure what word to use.

"No you shot her in the head… what I saw on TV seemed to suggest that if you kill the brain these things stay dead." Moore cleans off the knife with the woman's shirt before handing it back to her. Kat stares at it before nodding slowly and putting it back in her bag. Kat sits back down picking back up her phone she quickly dials Spencer's number.

"Hello? Kat?"

"Spencer, what the fuck is going on? The air marshal said there is some kind of virus going around… It kills people then they come back to life as some kind of fucked up zombie?"

"He's right." Spencer says quietly his voice resigned.

"I know he is! A kid bit a woman's neck out; she just came back to fucking life!" Kat snaps.

"What? Are you okay, did you get bit?" Spencer asks franticly.

"Is that Kat? Why are you asking her that? What's happening, Reid?" Kat can hear Morgan, one of her brother's coworkers and their unofficial older brother ask.

"No, I… I'm okay. We dealt with it… but the boy's mother she lost it when Moore had to shoot him… She… she took his gun and was threatening to kill us… I." Kat falls silent taking a breath. "She aimed it at the window; she would have killed everyone on board. I had to shoot her, Spence… I shot her, I killed someone."

"Oh god…" Spencer whispers clearly to himself, he takes a shaky breath. "Katrina listen to me, you did what you had to do. Okay? You didn't have a choice. It will be okay."

"I… I know. But Spence what is this?" Kat asks blinking back tears as she tries to hold it together. She just wanted to be in DC already, to hug her big brother and pretend none of this had happened.

"We don't know. How long until you land?"

"I don't know we took off early then we were supposed to land for a layover in Houston but the pilot said the airport wasn't responding so we're coming straight to DC. I'm guessing at least two to four hours."

"The airport wasn't responding?" Spencer asks his voice tense.

"That's what he said…" Kat frowns why hadn't it responded… oh. It was gone; the airport was probably over run by those… those things. "Spence, how bad is this thing?"

"It's everywhere, all over the world. We've just been told to go home or to the refugee center the military is setting up downtown. Apparently both Seattle and New York have already been overrun."

"Seattle? That's what the smoke was then… Chaos as those… things took over."

"Probably." Kat frowns as Spencer's voice crackles.

"Spence? Your breaking up."

"I'm losing signal… the cell towers have been being over loaded… I'm… lose you. When you land get to Rossi's." Spencer's voice gets more and more staticky as he talks.

"Spence? Spencer?"

"Get to Rossi's, I love you…"

"I love you too." Kat says franticly as the connection gets worse.

"Get… Rossi's." The call goes dead.

"Spencer? Spencer?" Kat whispers desperately into the phone. She closes her eyes leaning her head against the seat in front of her. Get to Rossi's… Get to Rossi's… She could do that, couldn't she?

"Attention passengers please return to your seats and buckle up. We seem to be running low on fuel and will be making an emergency landing. Please prepare." Kat bites her lip buckling in and wrapping the seat beside hers buckle through the handles of her bags hopefully to keep them from flying around and hitting her if things got too bumpy.

Kat grips the arms of her seat as she stares out the plane window as they begin a rapid decent. Trees grow bigger as they fly very close over them until finally they touch down with a lot of jerks and bumps before finally coming to a stop in what appears to be a field.

"We have landed safely somewhere in Georgia. Please remain seated. We will come and get you and your belongings row by row as soon as the emergency slide is in place." Kat takes a shaky breath loosening her grip on the seat arms. She gathers her stuff, not planning to leave her stuff behind.

"Ma'am your next. Please bring your stuff and make your way to where the captain is waiting." The flight attendant who brought her water before motions her to go to the door. Kat makes her way over there.

"You're the one who shot the woman who had the gun right?" The captain asks. Kat nods. "Thank you. We will slide your luggage down to my co-pilot first then you, alright?"

"Okay." Kat slides one bag at a time down the slide then sits at the edge; she takes a breath and slides down, grateful for the helping hand of the co-pilot as she reaches the bottom. She takes her bags and moves to the side looking around. There was no way she was going to be able to lug all these bags all the way from middle of nowhere Georgia to DC.

Within an hour the plane was empty, Moore and a few flight attendants lowering what food, water, blankets, pillows, and other useful items they found while searching the plane down before coming down themselves.

"Now what do we do?" Someone yells.

"Survive?" Moore suggests with a shrug.

"Whatever this is, it's everywhere." Kat speaks up deciding to share what Spencer told her with the others. "They're setting up a refugee center in downtown DC. It's a ways but if we can make it there we may be safe? Or safe-ish…" Kat shakes her head with a frown.

"And how do you know that?" A woman asks in a snide tone.

"My brother is an FBI agent he lives in DC. I talked to him a few hours ago, he said this virus is everywhere all over the world. They sent the agents home or to the center." Kat explains glaring at the woman.

"Why should we listen to the murderer?" One man yells. Kat frowns and shakes her head turning to grab her bags.

"She saved all our lives so you can shut your mouth!" Silver haired guy speaks up.

"She shouldn't have even had a gun on board!" A woman retorts.

"I normally check it, as is the law, but they told me to just get on just like they did you, I told them I had it." Kat snaps.

"Enough! Look we're on our own. Help isn't coming. So we need to get moving. If there is a center in DC then there may be one in Atlanta. We should head there." The co-pilot suggests. A few people nod.

"My brother said both Seattle and New York where overrun who's to say Atlanta isn't either? I think DC is our best shot." Kat argues.

"And how exactly do you propose we get to DC? Walk?" Another man asks.

"Yeah if we have to, just like how we'd get to Atlanta." Kat points out.

"I agree with Kat, we should head to DC." Moore sides with her.

"Well I ain't going anywhere, when our plane doesn't show up someone will come looking." One woman says sitting down, a few people follow suit.

"How about we split into groups, those going to Atlanta will go with Jeffery." The captain motions to the co-pilot. "Those going to DC can go with me, Moore, and Kat. And those who want to stay can?" People nod seemingly liking that plan.

"We'll split the food and water evenly into three groups then split into groups." Jeffery says people nod. The flight attendants, Jeffery, and the captain split up the food. The captain bringing a bag full over to Kat and Moore. Jeffery gives a bag to the people who clearly have decided to stay and takes the third with him.

"Okay split into your groups." Silver hair guy and the other first class passenger join Kat's group along with three of the five flight attendants, the woman with the toddler, a teenager and a young girl, and two others.

"Why don't we all start with introducing ourselves?" The captain suggests. "I'm Daniel Blake."

"Jacob Moore."

"Katrina Reid, most people call me Kat."

"Johnathon Thomas, call me Tom." Silver hair says.

"Mia Jones." The flight attendant who gave Kat the glass of water speaks up.

"Olivia Charles."

"Tiffany Dunge." The other two flight attendants speak up.

"Tommy Myers." The other man from first class says.

"Matilda June, people call me Tilly, this is Lillian." The woman with a toddler speaks up introducing the little girl in her arms.

"I'm John Francis; this is my sister Taylor Francis." The teen introduces himself and the little girl.

"Isabella Johnson."

"Marcus Brown." Kat surveys their group looking each person over closely.

Daniel had short neatly cut black hair with a few streaks of grey, he was around fifty years old, with pale skin, and looked to be biracial half white, half Asian, around Kat's height. Moore was younger nearer her age, maybe a few years older in his early thirties, he had curly brown hair cut short, inquisitive brown eyes, and pale skin with freckles sprinkled across his face, he was tall and lanky, probably over six foot, he reminded her of Spencer. Tom had silvery greying hair a silver beard with a slight mustache and a scar on his right cheek, tall about six foot.

Mia had blonde hair, was shorter then Kat by an inch or two maybe five-five. Olivia had black very curly hair held close to her head by a tight bun, she was African American with a very dark complexion, a few freckles along her nose, she was around Kat's height. Tiffany was Asian, very short around five foot with black long hair held in a ponytail and dark brown eyes. Tommy had bright red carrot orange hair, freckles across his face, and startling blue eyes, he was tall and lanky at around 6 foot.

Tilly was young around Kat's age, maybe a year older so around twenty-eight. She had dark brown hair like Kat's and emerald green eyes; she was Kat's height almost exactly so about five-seven. Lillian looked like her mom with curly brown hair pulled back into two pigtails she was about three with the same emerald green eyes.

John was pale, around five-ten, clearly about sixteen or seventeen years old, he had long black hair that reached just past his shoulders, an earring in his left ear. Taylor had long wavy golden blonde hair pulled back in a braid like Kat's, she had bright blue eyes and seemed to be around ten or eleven.

Isabella was a bottle blonde with brown roots just starting to show, she was pale with hazel eyes, and was chewing gum. Marcus was the tallest well over six foot Kat guessed around six-five, he had brood shoulders, dark skin, and a shaved head.

"Let's see if we can find a house or road so we can figure out where we are and maybe find a map." Daniel suggests. They all grab their bags and follow him. Kat lugs her bags after him, she was going to have to figure out a better solution to carrying her stuff and soon if she was going to make it to DC.

"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning." – Winston Churchill

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AN:

I hope you all enjoyed! I'm looking forward to working on this story for a long time. I have plans to continue this far into the future possibly even reaching the time period the show is currently set it. Let me know what you think by leaving a review! (I have a review Policy at the end of each chapter I post.) Subscribe to be notified when a new chapter is posted or to be notified when I post a new story or update my other current stories!

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