-Atlanta, Georgia-

A police cruiser drives away from the city, driven by a balding officer while an African-American man sits in the back seat, his hands cuffed together. The officer adjusts his mirror before looking at the man. "So..." The officer says, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah?" The man asks as he occasionally looks out the windows, noticing several emergency response vehicles speeding to and from the city. "What the hell are they in such a hurry for?" He asks in his mind.

"What'd you do?" The officer asks.

"What?" The prisoner asks, almost as if he's offended or uncomfortable with the question.

"The crime. What did you do? Not like we have anything else to do before you get incarcerated or whatever." The officer says as he adjusts his mirror again, almost out of habit. He adjusts it every few minutes.

The prisoner sighs. "My wife...I caught her sleeping with a senator. I freaked out, killed the bastard before killing my wife." He says, looking down in shame over his actions.

"Jesus. Did you intend to kill your wife?" The officer asks.

"No. She tried to stop me from bashing that senator's brains in, but I shoved her away. She hit the back of her neck against our dresser, breaking her neck."

"Yeesh. Sounds like you married the wrong woman." The cop replies.

"Or maybe she married the wrong man..." The prisoner retorts as he looks out the car window in sadness.

A few minutes later, the officer notices a tall and unassuming man walking down the side of the road away from the city. Curious, the officer slows down. "Hey, you. Stop!" He shouts, getting the man to stop in his tracks and turn around. The man was fairly good looking, though he had quite a lot of facial hair, as well as the hair on the top of his head, which flowed past his ears. "You alright?"

The man nods. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just...trying to get somewhere. Figured I'd get out of Atlanta like everyone else."

"Well, you'd get outta here faster if you had a car. Come on. Hop in." He says, motioning the man to get in the car. The man sighs before getting in the car and sitting in the passenger seat next to the officer, who starts to drive further away from Atlanta, which was becoming harder to see as time went on. "So, where were you headed, pal?"

"I don't know. Wherever I can get, I guess. I'm Bruce. Bruce Banner." The man says as he shrugs his shoulders. A few minutes later, the prisoner noticed a shambling figure standing in the path of the car in the distance, dragging one of its feet along the asphalt.

"WATCH OUT!" The man in the back seat shouted, hoping the officer would notice and avoid colliding with the figure dragging itself across the road. But it was too late. The car hit the figure, violently denting the front of the car as the figure practically flew on top of the car, his limbs horrifically flailing in unnatural ways as it now lay on the road, more than likely dead. The car smashed through a guardrail as it headed down a hill, rolling over several times before hitting a tree as it lay upside down. The crash was so violent that it sent the officer through the windshield, though Bruce and the prisoner remained in the car, though the backseat occupant received a nasty cut along his leg before the two pass out from the ordeal.

-Later-

Many hours later, Bruce and the other man wake up, groaning wearily as they slowly realize what happened. The man screamed as his leg moved ever so slightly, causing pain to emerge, the type of pain that made him feel like his leg was on fire.

"Ahhhh!" He screams as he clutches his leg with his cuffed hands.

Bruce looks behind him, hearing his screams. "You okay?"

"No, man! Ahh, my damn leg...!" He exclaims, still holding his leg as Bruce kicks out the window of the passenger door and slowly exits the car. He tries to pull the back door open, but it won't budge. It must've been jammed during the crash. Bruce closes his eyes as his heart starts to beat rapidly. However, he kept a cool head, though his arm muscles slightly enlarged and his eyes glowed green for a second as he pulls the door off its hinges and tosses it aside, his arms and eyes returning to normal. "What the fu-?" The man starts to say only to stop as he weakly exits the car, continuously groaning about his leg until the two notice the officer that was driving the car. There was a trail of blood leading to him, as if he was dragged along the ground after being flung through the windshield.

"Oh, my God..." Bruce says, horrified by what happened.

"Horrible way to die..." The other man says softly as he approaches the officer.

"Whoa. What are you doing?" Bruce asks, slightly on edge.

"I'm getting the handcuff keys. I'm not exactly planning on moving past this with my hands stuck together." The man says as he stands over the cop, who wasn't breathing. "H-He's dead, man..." The man whispers as he takes the handcuff keys from the officer's corpse. Suddenly, it springs back to life, it's eyes milk white and its skin pale as it growls at the man, who falls down as the formerly dead officer crawls after him. "Ahhh! Officer, stop!" The man pleads as he crawls towards the police car. Before the dead cop could reach the man, Bruce muscles up again, dragging the cop away and violently tosses him against a tree with inhuman force.

After that, the man looks up at Bruce, shocked by what he just did. "Oh, shit..." However, the officer wasn't dead, as it once again crawled towards the two. The man spots a shotgun laying on the ground, along with one shotgun shell. He struggles to put it in due to nerves, but aims it at the officer's head and pulls the trigger, completely destroying his head as the formerly dead man goes limp once again. Bruce winces as some of the officer's blood splatters onto his shoe.

"Oh, my God!" The man screams, horrified by what he just did, dropping the empty shotgun on the ground. As he tries to comprehend what just went down, he and Bruce spot a figure in the distance...a little girl. "Hey! You! Get help! There-There's been a shooting!" The man hollers as the little girl runs off.

Bruce walks to the man and offers his hand to him. "Come on." Without much choice, the man accepts the help.

"Thanks. Man, what the fuck is going on?!" He asks Bruce.

"My guess? Zombie apocalypse." Bruce answers, getting a raised eyebrow from the man. "I mean, think about it. That officer dies. Then a few minutes later, he comes back and tries to eat you."

"Shit...This in unbelievable..." The man says before hearing a collective of hoarse moans. Very similar to the moans the officer made when he attacked the man.

That was their cue to run. Bruce grabbed a heavy stick and struck any of the zombies that tried to bite him or the man. The two made it to a tall wooden fence as Bruce helped the man climb over it before doing the same thing himself, just barely making it as a large group of at least 10 zombies push against the fence.

Finally safe, Bruce and the man stop to catch their breath, realizing that they were in a backyard of a house that seemed to be abandoned.

"Hey." The man says to Bruce as they enter the house. "Name's Lee." He says, holding his hand out.

Bruce smiles lightly as he shakes Lee's hand. "Nice to meet you, Lee. I guess we should look around, see if we can find anything to use against the zombies."

-Later-

After a good while, Bruce and Lee wind up finding nothing of use, though Lee finds a walkie talkie in the kitchen, noticing several flower stickers on it.

"Wonder who this belongs to..." Lee softly says before the walkie talkie clicks on.

"Hey. You need to be quiet." An adorable voice of a little girl says on the other end.

"Who is this?" Lee asks.

"My name's Clementine." She says sweetly. She sounded like the most innocent person in the world.

"Where are you? I can't see you.." Lee says as he looks out the window.

"I'm in my treehouse. See?" She says as she opens a flap on a small treehouse in the backyard, waving at Lee, who smiles as he waves back. Suddenly, Clementine screams and hides in her treehouse as a zombified girl attacks him, clutching his shoulders and leaning in, trying to bite into his neck. Lee manages to push her off and limps away, only to slip on some blood and hit the back of his head on the counter, which blurs his vision as the zombie lumbers towards him.

Right as the zombie is within arms reach of Lee, Bruce kicks the zombie to the ground as Lee crawls to the screen door that he and Bruce used to enter the house, Clementine standing on the other side of the door, holding a hammer, which Lee takes and uses it to attack the zombie, bashing its skull in several times, with its moans becoming more and more guttural with each hit until it finally stops.

"Geez..." Bruce says in reaction to Lee's brutality. Seems like his skills as an 'accidental' murderer will come in handy.

"Thanks, kid." Lee says as he stands up and looks at Clementine, who is practically shaking. "Hey. You're very brave. Are you okay?" He asks, kneeling down so he can get a better look at her.

Clementine whimpers softly before looking at Lee. "I miss my mommy and daddy..."

Lee nods in understanding. "I know."

"Do you...think they'll come back?" She asks, not realizing Bruce and Lee give off the vibe that her parents were more than likely dead...or worse.

"I, uh...think they'll be gone for a while." Lee says.

"Oh. Okay..." Clementine says sadly.

"I'm Lee. This is Bruce." Lee says motioning to Bruce, who waves at Clementine.

"Hi, Lee. Hi, Bruce." She says sadly, clearly still bummed about her parents still not being around.

"Lee, we should get outta here before more zombies show up." Bruce says softly, to which Lee nods as he looks at Clementine.

"Clementine...we have to go. Would you like to come with us?"

After a few seconds of contemplating, Clementine slowly nods her head.

-Outside-

Bruce, Lee, and Clementine exit the house. Heading for a gate that leads to the front of the house.

"Um, Lee?" Clementine asks while Bruce slowly opens the rusted gate, temporarily enhancing his strength like before to move it.

"Yeah?" Lee asks, looking at Clementine. "What's wrong?"

"Um...what if we leave and my parents come home?" Clementine was obviously worried that her parents would start to freak out if she was gone.

"I'm sure they'll find us, Clem. Don't worry about it. Bruce and I will keep you safe until then, okay?" Lee says in comfort, getting a cute smile out of Clementine.

Bruce finally pushes the gate open and looks at the two. "Let's go."

Lee nods as he and Clementine follow close behind Bruce. Once they get to the front of the house, they see two guys trying to move some cars that were blocking their truck.

"Stay here." Bruce says as he approaches the two, ready for a confrontation. "Hey!" He calls out, startling the two, who identify themselves as Shawn Greene and some guy named Chet.

"We shouldn't be out in the open. Not like this." Shawn says. "We've been trying to move these cars so we can get out of here, but they won't budge an inch. You mind giving us a hand? If you help, I can take you three to my family's farm. You'll be safe there."

Bruce nods as several zombies limp towards them as they begin to attempt to move a car, but even with Clem and Lee helping, it still won't budge. Bruce abandons pushing as he approaches the small zombie group and begins to transform into the Hulk, who makes quick work of the small hostiles, much to the horror of the others, though they keep shoving while Hulk slaughters more zombies, bashing and smashing them with his fists.

"What the hell is that thing?!" Chet asks as the car finally starts to move.

"No idea...but it seems to be on our side!" Shawn says.

"He's so big..." Clementine softly says as the group pushes the car off the road.

"Hey! Big green guy! We're getting out of here! Come on!" Shawn shouts as he starts his truck up.

Hulk growls as he slowly walks towards the group, slowly turning back into Bruce Banner, who groans as he gets into the bed of the truck along with Chet as they speed away, Clementine sneaking one last look at her house before looking down in sadness.

"So...you're a big green monster..." Chet nervously says.

Bruce nods. "Yeah. It's a long story...but I won't hurt you or the others."