Author's Note: Okay so this story is inspired by The Walking Dead and I hope you like it :)

"You don't seem to talk much." The police officer in the front of the cop car said as he looked into his rear view mirror to look back at James. James is on his way to prison for a total misunderstanding. Well that's what happens when you hang out with the wrong crowd. All James did was give a light chuckle with a side smirk as he looked away from the window in the back seat to face the cop.

"My mother told me not to talk to strangers." James said in a raspy voice. The cop just adjusted the mirror and went back to looking at the road.

"Smart women your mom." The cop retorted. The whole time James was sitting in the back of that car all he thought about was his mother, he hates to disappoint her and if she hears that he's going to prison well, that will just break her heart. "Let me tell you about a case I got a few years back, it was about a man who had murdered his wife and three kids because he lost what little bit was left of his mind. The whole time he said that it wasn't him, but I think he knew and just didn't want to admit that." The cop told.

"Why you telling me this?" James asked not knowing why this cop guy was telling him about a murder case he really didn't care about. Sure he felt bad that it happened but really who wants to hear that?

"I don't know, something to talk about as I take you to jail." The cop answered looking back at him. James looked forward out the windshield to see someone standing right in the road.

"OH SHIT LOOK OUT!" James yelled, but it was too late the cop had hit the person and the car went off the road and crash into a tree, James hit his head on the seat in front of him then everything went black.

James slowly opened his eyes as the light came in on him. James runs a hand over his face as he starts to come to, looking around he doesn't see the cop anywhere. He tries to open the car door but with no luck it's locked. So to get out of the car he kicks out his window with one good kick, he then crawled out and started to walk around. When he sees the cop laying face down in a pool of what James believes to be his own blood. "Oh my god." James breathes before he spots the keys right beside the police officer. He then picks them up and sets himself free. "Holy shit what happened to you officer?" James wondered more to himself then actually asking the cop.

James was just about to turn around and leave before he heard a grunt come from down below. "Mister officer?" James asked aloud. Then out of the blue the police officer tried to grab a hold of James by the ankle, out of reflex James kicked the cop in the face and the kick was so strong it turned his head all the way around. What freaked James out was that he was still breathing. "Fuck." James then turned around and ran away from the cop but not before he picked up his shot gun with full rounds inside and shot the cop in the head. James then took the cops hand gun and put it in his pocket and shot gun over his shoulder.

Making his way back to the road he noticed it was way to quite for this time of the day. There were cars on the road but none were moving, in fact they're all empty no one inside. Okay two weird things have happened today; a cop tried to eat him and now empty cars on the road, what else? "Well I better start walking home." James spoke to himself as he walked down the road to go home. James is only nineteen years old and still lives with his mom. It's been just him and her since his dad pasted away when he was a little kid. He found out he was gay when he hit middle school and because of that he never had many friends and was bullied a lot. His mom of course did everything she could to make sure her boy was happy. But just a little over a year ago she got sick with stage one breast cancer and James has been looking out for her ever since.

As James entered town he saw some people walking sort of slow and sluggish. Not giving it another thought James carried on his way. Then he heard that same grunting coming from behind him, when he turned around there was a man coming towards him limping and blood at the mouth. What a minute...Blood? "Hey, back away from me!" James yelled as the man got closer. Then all of a sudden there was a gun shot and the man feel to the ground. James just stood there staring at the man as he bleed out of the side-walk.

"Hey you!" A voice came and James looked all around trying to see where it came from. "You, yeah you come with me if you want to live!" Yelled a boy about James' age. He has black spikey hair and is really thin and tall but James was taller. James soon ran over to the boy and he lead him to a house that was boarded up. They both made their way inside and the boy locked the door behind him and was panting heavily. He then turns to James and says, "I'm Logan. Logan Mitchell." Logan introduces himself to James as he holds out his hand for him to shake. James takes his hand and shakes it.

"James. James Diamond, and thank you for what you did."

"Don't mention it." Logan said as he walked away from the door with James on his trail. Feeling curious, James asks "So do you live here?"

"In a way. Yes." Logan says. "There are some people you need to meet if you're going to be here." Logan then takes James into the basement of the house where he was greeted by six other people. Four guys two girls. The first guy was a Latino, short and really cute. The second guy has light brown hair and is skinny like Logan and looks like he broke out of prison. Real hard ass. There was a girl with blonde hair and a girl with dark brown hair. The other two guys were both blonde one had lighter hair then the other. And that's the one that caught James' eye.

"Who's this guy Logan?" The guy with light brown hair asked.

"Matt, this is James and I saved him from a walker." Logan told the guy James now knew as Matt. What's a walker? "Oh, James, This is Matt, Carlos, Fiona, Camille, Jett, and Kendall." Logan introduced everyone to him.

"Logan, we don't know this guy. He could be dangerous and kill us all!" Matt all but screamed at Logan.

James narrowed his eyebrows, " Who are you calling dangerous?" James asked Matt. As if this guy knows him.

"I'm calling YOU dangerous pretty boy."

"Awe, he thinks I'm pretty. How sweet." James teased.

"Why you little." Matt lunged at James but was kept apart from him because Logan was in the way. "Get out! We don't want you here." Matt yelled at James. James was about to leave when there came a small voice from the far side of the room.

"Matt, you can't let him out there, the walkers will get him." The boy named Kendall said in hopes that Matt will change his mind to let James stay.

"Let the walkers get him." Matt seethed.

"What the hell are walkers?" James asked still feeling oblivious to everything. As he let out a sigh Logan put a hand on James' left shoulder and said, "Looks like you need to know what's going on. And we are going to tell him." Then Logan lead James to a seat.

Nothing could prepare James for what he was about to be told next.