Alright you guys! Here it is! The prologue of the second season of The Walking Dead! I'm so excited for this season! It's going to be filled with heart wrenched adventures, some familiar faces of heroes along the way and a few characters are going to die!

Sorry, I get a little excited when I finally finish a good chapter. So in this season Steve, Wanda and the family along with the Dixons are on the road and headed to the outskirts of New York City to the Avengers Facility. I'm gonna try and not follow the second season of the actual Walking Dead, but I will follow some of it. The rest is going to be Steve and his family along with the Dixons being on the road and having some close calls when raiding towns and neighborhoods.

So, without further ado, I give you the prologue of The Walking Dead Season 2: Survival Instincts!

I do not own any of the Walking Dead characters! Nor do I own any of the Marvel's Avengers characters! I wish I did, but I don't.

Enjoy everyone! See ya next time!

Prologue: Just Missed Them

A Few Days Later

"What are the people like at the camp?" Rick Grimes asked Morales who was driving the truck back to camp. The Mexican man glanced at the sheriff who is lucky to be alive right about now. If it wasn't for Glen, it would have ended a different way.

"Well, there's your wife and son, your best friend who decided to appointed himself as leader, there's Dale and his RV," Rick nodded as Morales lists off the people at the camp. "We used to have Captain America and his family at the camp, but they didn't stay long." The sheriff raised an eyebrow at the Mexican man.

"What's Captain America doing at a camp outside of Georgia?" He asked. "Isn't he and his team supposed to being figuring out how all of this happened?" Morales shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

"No one really knows. The good captain never talked about it. His attention was mostly on his wife and kids. Plus, they had an 18-month-old with them." Rick was taken back by what Morales said about the good captain.

"They had a 18-month old with them?" Morales nodded.

"Yup, but she never talked to anyone. Actually, none of them talk to anyone besides the Dixons." He told Rick.

"Are they still at camp? Maybe the captain knows what's going on." Rick said and Morales shook his head.

"I don't think so. You see, his wife wasn't with him and the team when the outbreak started. She was back at their family farm with the kids. At least, that's what we heard. Actually, Captain Rogers used a different name."

"What other name did he used?" Rick asked and Morales kept looking back at the road.

"Uh, Barton I think. The name sounded familiar, but I don't remember where though." Rick slowly nodded trying to understand what's going on in this new world. He was in a coma when the outbreak started. When he woke up, the world has changed and not for the better. The first thought that came to mind was his wife and son. Where they alive? Are they safe? Did they make it out? All those questions ran through his head, but his answers were answered. Now, he was in a truck returning to camp where his wife and son are. Safe and sound.

"Do you remember where they were headed?" Rick asked Morales and he nodded his head.

"Outside of New York. He said his family and friends where there. Even if his people weren't still alive, he needs closure. His wife agreed and so did the kids. The Dixons understood."

"I'm guessing the Dixons are a bunch of rednecks by the way you talked about them earlier." Morales snorted and shook his head.

"You right about that. The Dixons are a bunch of rude, racists men. Well, besides Daryl's wife. A pretty young blonde girl married to a man like the Dixons," Morales tsk. "I don't know what she sees in him." Rick raised his eyebrow at Morales.

"How old his Daryl's wife?"

"From what I heard from my wife, about 16 soon to be 17 years old. She acts mature her age. I'm not sure, but I guess she knew the Dixons before the outbreak started." Rick couldn't wrap around his head about a 16-year-old soon to be 17 be married already. Not to mention a famous Avenger and his family taking refuge at a camp outside the city of Atlanta. That said, the world has changed. Rick just hoped he and his family can survive this new world where the dead walk.

Same Day (Same time Survivors found Rick)

"We don't know how long we'll be, but we're slowly making process." Steve said into the make shift communicator that Cooper made with his cellphone. It took him awhile to make it, but he managed it. He heard a sigh from the communicator and lowered his head. He already told her about the group of the agents that where in Atlanta and how the military quarantine the city before they could get in contact. Even though it wasn't his fault, the guilt of not getting to those agents in time was still in the pit of his stomach.

"Cap, it's fine. Everything is all good here. Stark and Banner along with others are still looking for a cure. There not going to give up until they figured this out. We didn't lose anyone." He lightly scoffed and shook his head.

"But we did lose someone. Two people we had to put down." Steve closed his eyes and felt the guilt running through him. There were a few minutes of silence and he sighed. "That was uncalled for Nat, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It's just that," Natasha interrupted him.

"I miss them too." He heard Nat sniffle on the other end of the communicator. Tears started to prickle in the corners of his eyes.

"I miss him too." Steve whispered and when he opened his eyes, tears started to fall down his cheeks. It's been a few days since they left the camp with the Dixon family. So far, the journey has been non-stop driving, but only to stop to raid small towns and neighborhoods for food, clothes, medical supplies, baby formula, gas and weapons. He knew the journey would be slow. He was tired already and so was everyone else.

"Just try to get here as soon as you can Steve. Everyone here misses you guys. Bucky keeps threatening Fury to go on a man hunt to look for you guys." Steve chuckled at his best friend's action and shook his head.

"How is it over there?" He asked.

"It's not getting any better Steve. Even with the man power and enhanced we're still outnumbered by the undead, but the facility is still standing. I don't know how Tony even managed to get a wall built underground to barricade the facility."

"Either he knew about this or he built it out of precaution."

"You know Tony. Precaution is his motto." He chuckled again and opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Lila knocking on the window.

"Gotta go Nat. Daryl and Cooper are back from raiding a small gas station." Steve got out of the truck and saw Cooper and Daryl jogging towards them.

"Okay. Be careful Steve. Some of our agents encountered some group called Saviors and well, they almost didn't make it back."

"Noted. We'll keep a look out for them. We're gonna try to get out of Georgia in two days maybe three depending on how low we are on our supplies." Cooper and Daryl nodded towards him and head back to the truck to put their loot in the back. Steve turned on his heels and headed back towards the truck while Cooper was securing the bags. "We're heading out. We'll try to get to the facility as soon as we can." He said while Cooper jumped out of the back of the truck and headed towards the backseat.

"Stay safe Steve. Bring our family home." She whispered into the communicator and he nodded.

"We'll see you soon Nat. Rogers out." Steve shut off the communicator and jumped into the driver's seat and handed the communicator to Cooper. "Needs to be charged." Cooper nodded and reached for it.

"I was able to find some wires and batteries. Give me a few days and it should be charged by then." He nodded, shut his door and turned the truck on. He glanced at Wanda who had a yellow walkie talkie and pressed the button.

"Merle, do you read?" Wanda asked and glanced at Steve.

"Loud and clear. Ready to move out." Merle's voice echoed throughout the truck and Wanda nodded.

"Copy that." She then put the walkie talkie down and looked at Steve. "We're ready." He nodded and put the truck in drive.

"New York, here we come."