A mix between the comic and show, and my own AU.

I'll warn you now because I don't want to mess later chapters with ANs and warnings. There will be Unreliable narrating (to be expected, obviously), guts, gore, blood, people dying, animals killed/hurt/hunted, zombies, brutality, death, all that nasty stuff. I'll update this as something comes up in my writing.

I do not own The Walking Dead, if I did, the Winchesters would have been up on this shit faster than you can say 'Supernatural'.

Prologue

It wasn't... sudden.

But... it wasn't like we had weeks to prepare either.

It happened in days. Five, to be precise.

It first started when I was in class.

I'd been leaning back lazily in my chair, scribbling little faces and bodies from books and comics and shows and just about everything I had seen or made up in my mind onto a piece of scrap paper, one that would be placed into an ever growing pile.

Maxine stood behind me, half sitting on her desk and half standing, dragging her soft fingers and pointy nails through my hair and against my scalp. It was short, but she'd still play with it and try pull it into a braid anyways.

I enjoyed it enough, I did actually love my hair, brown and seemingly normal as it may have been.

Plus, having someone play with your hair felt great.

I remember sighing, tired because of how I late I'd been sleeping lately. It's not my fault that reading was one the most amazing things in the world. It was just so addicting; historical fiction, sci-fi, romance, comics, fanfiction. I loved it all.

I'd turned my head, only slightly though because Maxi would have tugged it back forward, and she would have tugged hard. Didn't really matter though, because I still caught Zack's electric blue eyes. We shared small, happy smiles, and I swear my heart stopped. The only thing saving me from teasing and embarrassment was that I wasn't a blusher. It just didn't happen. I couldn't say the same for Zack, Dean was on those red cheeks like a pitbull from hell, teasing and poking at him.

He was so cute. I sighed almost dreamily.

Maxine giggled at their antics, weaving strands of hair together.

It had essentially been a free period. Sir was busy working on his laptop, too busy to teach us anything so he'd practically let us go wild. "Read, talk quietly, catch up on homework or last-minute assignments, just no yelling." he'd said, ten minutes late to class before sitting down and calling up people, typing away on his keyboard.

The majority of the class talked, only a few actually did homework. I could've have done mine... but I couldn't be bothered.

Up at the front of the room the projector was on and was showing live news, like it always did when we had a 'free period'. Nobody actually watched that stuff, and sir had said something about making it a habit at the beginning of the year, so thus it would play on in the background.

I had cast a blind eye to it; I just wasn't that interested. I was more preoccupied in wondering what Jaime was doing and how he was, creating a detailed yet easy schedule to complete my homework and assignments that I'd never use, the latest fanfiction I'd been reading and how much longer it'd take till I got home and was able to reunite with it, and Zack's pretty blue eyes and black hair.

I'd suddenly been drifting off, replacing the lead character in a video game that Dean had forced me to play with him–which to be honest wasn't half bad–with myself, wielding a gun and looking hot and being punny when something stumbled onto the screen in a flash and the news reporter sounded slightly panicked.

And by slightly I mean she screamed, attacked from behind by a delirious, absolutely smashed looking man. But that wasn't... that wasn't what really caught my attention and stole my breath away.

It was the blood.

It started as rivulets falling down her creamy neck and into her cleavage, her hysterical shrieks and loud swears being thrown around in the background, before it gushed out in rivers form the gaping hole in her neck that–that the thing bit out of her.

Right then and there I'd forgotten how to breathe.

The class was transfixed with horror as she died on screen. The camera was shaking wildly, pulling back as though the camera man was running. He had every right to be, my heart jumping in my chest as that thing continued gnawing into the dead reporter, smearing blood wherever it moved it's grimy hands.

It was shot down a moment later.

Before it stood back up.

And then our view was covered as the camera was pulled back a good distance further away and a ring of police formed around it.

"Oh my God..." someone whispered shakily.

The video became viral worldwide in a matter of minutes.

Everyone was talking about, we were getting news reports from every news channel and talk show, live interviews from the government, senators, local figures, heads of states, the President. Status reports from every CDC there was in America. People, whoever they were and however busy they were, were scrambling to get on screen and express their shock.

All of this in one day, we still hadn't know what was happening. Every forum, every blog, every piece of mass social media was bursting alive at the seems.

This was just the beginning.

Class was subdued the next day. It was quiet, but nobody was doing work. There was a buzz in the air making my stomach twist and churn nervously. Maxine was holding my hand tightly, and though I didn't mind Zack's hand in my other, I wanted Jaime. Young, baseball loving, all smiles Jaime. But he was a school away, six years younger than me. It had been hard letting him walk off into his school compound.

The attack might have been states away, and there might have not been any more attacks the day after the news reporters death, but I was scared and worried. I didn't want anything to happen to him.

I didn't want anything to happen to any of us.

So far the attack was written off as an accident. He was stoned they'd said. High off his rockers. Smashed, delirious, hallucination and with a fever he'd acted on some flimsy instinct because he was hungry and tore into the first thing he'd seen.

Nobody believed that shit.

And then, on the third day...

Well.

It wasn't just the news that went worldwide.

Everything went downhill from there.