This series will definitely be for The Walking Dead fans and The TSCC fans. It will have our beloved characters, but the fight for Skynet isn't their threat anymore, it's the dead. Now John, Cameron, and Alex will have to learn how to survive in an entirely different world than Judgement Day.

This does take place in an alternate universe from the 'Allison Young Chronicles' and 'No Fate But What We Make' and will not be connected directly to those events, nor do these events happen in those series'.

Anyway, without further ado...

The Walking Dead: Termination

Chapter 1: Something Else

On April 21, 2011, we waited. We had tried so hard and so desperately to stop Skynet. After fighting for four years, we waited for the inevitable bombs to drop. But they never did. They never came. Skynet did not come online. Judgement Day never happened. The world was safe. My son's fate was changed. He no longer had the weight of humanity's survival on his shoulders. We were finally free. But then something happened. Something more horrific than Judgement Day. Than the machines.

Two days after Judgment Day's supposed date, we turned on the news. There were reports in major cities that a virus had swept the entire United States. People were eating each other. They were going crazy and eating each other. This caused worldwide panic. Within days, the National Guard was over-run. Within days, the power grid went out. Within days, the world had become a hell that was as bad, if not worse than Judgement day.

Los Angeles California, June 13, 2011: (Connor Household)

2:12 pm

It had been two months since the outbreak. Two months since the world descended into chaos. Now the Connor Household was in pitch blackness. No power meant no lights. No running water. No electricity. At the very beginning, John had lost his mother. She had been bitten by one of the crazy bastards and died.

John had been grieving for days. For weeks. The only comfort he could find was crying quietly into Cameron's lap at night, to avoid making too much noise. At least living with a Terminator had its perks. Cameron didn't even seem to mind about John's grieving. She had remembered when he had explained to her about the notes that people wrote to their loved ones. But a note wasn't gonna work this time. A note wouldn't help the pain.

Both John and Cameron were huddled in the middle of the living room, with John asleep in Cameron's lap. "John," Cameron gently shook him awake.

John reluctantly woke up to the soft voice that was calling his name, and rose his head from her lap. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying so much lately. "What?" He asked.

"We can't stay here much longer. This isn't a safe location." Cameron said with a soft serious tone.

This made John kind of angry. He did understand Cameron's concern for his safety, but he didn't want to leave the only place that even resembled an actual home to him. This was the place where his mother had died. This was the place where she was buried. "No one is ever safe Cam." John settled for saying.

"With me you are safe, John. I will never let anything happen to you." Cameron persisted. After the world fell, her and John had grown much closer than before. Even before the car bomb, John and Cameron were always together.

"Thank you Cam." John said meekly, trying to fight off more tears.

"For what?" Cameron asked confused, seeing John failing to not burst into tears once again. Did I do something wrong? She wondered.

"For staying by my side," John simply explained in a soft tone. "You have no need to even protect me anymore since I'm no longer the savior of humanity."

"Correct. But I'm still your protector. I will not fail my mission." Cameron stated.

John nodded and quietly got up off of the floor, and reached out his hand for Cameron to take. She didn't need help getting up, but gladly accepted the offer and took his hand. "Where should we go then? It's probably a terrible idea to stay in L.A."

"Yes," Cameron agreed with John's statement. Los Angeles was a major city and is a hotspot for the dead. "We should move east."

"Why east?" John asked in confusion.

"There is the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta Georgia," Cameron explained. She had a feeling that the CDC was the place to go. Maybe there was a cure to this whole epidemic?

"The CDC? What makes you think that it will still be operational?" John asked. Why did she want to risk everything and travel cross country?

"I don't. I just have a feeling that it is a place that we should go," Cameron said truthfully, with a shrug of her shoulders.

Feeling? That was still an entirely new concept for John. He knew that she had been different. That she was more than a machine. But a feeling? Something in your gut that is telling you that you should go cross country? Well, if she is persistent on traveling thousands of miles to try and find a cure, then I should trust her. "Alright," John nodded in agreement. "When do we leave?"

Georgia, June 13, 2011 (Outside of Atlanta)

8:35 am

Was this karma? Was me leaving Sarah, John, and Cameron karma? Now I have no way of contacting them. No way of reaching them. What the hell am I supposed to do? There was the dead still walking around everywhere, and I can't just travel the country to find them. Well, at least the people I'm with are nice.

Alex got up off of her sleeping bag and exited her tent, where she was met with the hot humid air of Georgia raining down on her. Definitely miss California.

"Good morning Alex, sleep well?" A tall man, carrying a shotgun greeted as he strolled past her.

"Good morning Shane, and no, not really. What about you?" Alex yawned loudly.

"I've been mostly guarding the perimeter all night. Definitely don't want any of them geeks catching us by surprise." Shane explained in his southern accent.

"True. So what's the verdict for today?" Alex asked.

"Verdict?" Shane asked confused.

"Isn't that supposed to be cop language or something?" Alex asked with curiosity.

"I don't know what kinda cop shows you been watching, but verdict ain't part of my vocabulary." Shane chuckled.

Alex just waved him off and continued to walk through camp, where she approached the Rv, seeing Dale looking in the distance with his binoculars. "Hey Dale! Wheres Glenn?" She asked.

"He said he'd be down by the lake, why?" Dale informed, looking down from his binoculars.

Alex had practically been one of the newest members of the group, ever since Glenn had found her trying to escape Atlanta a couple weeks back. "I just need to give him a list of what I need."

"Alright, I won't keep you," Dale said with a smile. With that, Alex walked away from camp, and down the trail that led to the small lake.

Alex took in the sight of the beautiful lake. The water was a bright shade of blue, with a rock cliff side in the background. It was a sight that almost made you forget about the horrors that lied outside the camp.

Alex scanned the whole area, trying to find where Glenn was located. She didn't have to look very hard, and saw him crouched down by the lake, trying to wash his baseball cap.

"Hey Glenn," Alex greeted, which surprised Glenn, making him jump and falling into the lake. "Shit! Sorry!" Alex said apologetically and ran to his aid.

"Don't do that! It's bad enough we have Geeks to worry about," Glenn sneered, but accepted Alex's hand. "Whoa! You have some upper body strength!" Glenn said in complete surprise as he was hoisted up into the air like he was a feather.

"I work out," Alex simply said, which was a total lie. You can't just go around telling people that you are a half cyborg, half human, that is from another alternative future where machines have taken over the world. Probably sounds even more stupid if you say it out loud.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side then," Glenn chuckled. "So what did you need?"

"Do you think you could be on the lookout for any of these things while you are in the city?" Alex asked, handing him a slip of folded notebook paper.

Glenn opened it and read the contents that were written with a pen. "Why do you need all this?" Glenn asked, pointing at the paper.

"Shane's Cb radio sucks ass, so I thought I'd modify it," Alex explained simply.

"And you know how to do that?" Glenn asked very confused.

"I'm pretty skilled with electronics," If I could, I would have built a plasma rifle by now. Alex smirked at her mental remark.

"Well I'll definitely be on the lookout for these then," Glenn said, stuffing the piece of paper into his pocket, completely forgotten that his jeans were soaked from falling into the lake.

Alex didn't take notice and turned on her heels, walking away from Glenn. He was a nice guy. It's possible he even has a little crush on me. At least, that's what Dale says. I just really hope he can get those supplies. I need to find a way to contact Sarah, John and Cameron; and Shane's police radio is the only hope I have. If Cameron is smart enough to carry a communication device that is.

As Alex walked up the trail, back to camp, the sound of twigs breaking instantly caught her attention. Alex immediately went into full Terminator mode, as she likes to call it, and pulled out her SIG P226 Sauer out from the waistband of her jeans. Alex, Dale, Andrea and Shane were the only ones in the camp to even carry firearms. This made protecting everyone much harder.

Alex aimed her handgun into the brush, where the sounds of twigs breaking and crunching of dead leaves were getting more frequent. She pulled back the hammer of the gun and had her finger gently squeezing the trigger, ready to fire at what would appear from the brush.

Alex released her grip on the trigger, when she saw two men walk out of the heavy vegetation, completely oblivious to her actions.

"Why don't you point that gun at someone else?" The younger looking man said with a pissed off tone. He was carrying a rope that had four small animals tied to it and carried a hunting crossbow on his back.

"Well how about you take the trail next time? You know, like sane people do?" Alex said mockingly as she put her gun back to its previous location.

"I think sugar tits is getting snappy with us little brother," The older man said, as he got closer to Alex. He had a giant grin on his face as he looked up and down at her figure.

Alex knew what he was after, and it made her sick. Only if they knew what I was. "Go to hell Merle," she gritted her teeth.

Merle just got closer, until he was within inches away from Alex's face. "Hell?" He scoffed. "We are already in hell!"

Alex didn't flinch from his however, and just continued to glare daggers at him. "Cmon, she ain't worth it," The younger one said and started walking up the trail. Merle just gave Alex another glance, before he reluctantly followed suit.

Alex just stood there for a long moment. Just some assholes, she thought. I wish John and Sarah were here. Hell, even Cameron would be better company that the people here. At least some of them had one thing. Hope.

•••

"Carl!" Lori Grimes called out to her son. She had become accustomed to his random disappearances, but that didn't stop her from worrying about her son's safety. "Carl!" She called out again.

Lori frantically searched the whole camp, trying to find her son, but coming up completely blank. Some mother I am.

As she kept walking around the camp, searching for her son, Lori accidentally bumped into Shane. "Oof! Sorry Shane," Lori said apologetically.

"It's fine. Let me guess, Carl ran off again?" Shane asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, he just always does it, even when I tell him not to!" Lori said with a frustrated tone.

Shane just smiled. "I think I know where he's at," He said and started walking off, with Lori following close behind.

They both walked across camp where they neared where most of the vehicles were parked. Lori looked around each car and saw that Carl was in the passenger seat of an SUV, with the seat reclined and a comic book in his hand.

"Carl!" Lori snarled with anger as she approached him. Carl quickly jolted up at hearing his mother shout at him with an authoritative tone. "What are you doing!? You can't just go into someone's car without their permission and take stuff!"

Carl just looked down with sadness etched on his face. He knew he was in big trouble. "I'm sorry. I-" he was about to say before Someone interrupts him.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Alex greeted, as she quickly approached them.

"Is this your car?" Lori asked Alex, motioning at the SUV with her head.

"It is. Why?" Alex asked with confusion.

"I'm sorry, my son decided to go through your stuff." Lori apologized

"Don't be, I gave Carl permission to look at my comic book stash." Alex convincingly lied to the older woman, even though, technically Alex was much more older than her.

Lori turned her attention back to Carl. "Is this true?" Carl just nods in agreement. "Well, if there is no harm then, but you are still in trouble for not answering me," Lori said and walked away.

Once she was out of hearing distance, Alex slowly approached Carl and knelt down next to him. "You owe me one, you know that right?" Alex said mockingly with a smile. "So, what are you reading?" She then asked.

"This one story with a girl who has metal claws in her hands," Carl said, showing the cover to Alex.

"That one is my favorite," Alex said with a smile. "I'll let you borrow it, if you promise to not look through my stuff again?"

"If I agree, can I read more of them?" Carl negotiated. He liked the comic books that Alex kept.

Alex just chuckled, but nodded in agreement. "Sure. Just ask though."

"Thank you Alex!" Carl said happily and wrapped his tiny arms around Alex's waist. He let go a moment later and rushed off, back into camp. Alex closed the door of her vehicle and began to walk back as well.

Los Angeles California, June 14, 2011: (Outskirts)

12:02 pm

John and Cameron had left the Connor household two hours ago and we're exiting the city on the I-10 Highway. It was fairly easy to exit the city through the opposite side of the interstate since everybody was trying to leave and not enter.

It made John sad to see his house fade in the distance. It was the place where he had grown up over the years. The only place where he had felt normality.

It was easier to move during the daytime, but you were most likely to be seen by the dead. Night was worse, because you were rendered blind. John glanced from the window to Cameron.

Unless you're a cyborg.

John and Cameron were currently in Derek's old black dodge ram pickup truck, with Cameron driving. "You've been quiet for twenty eight minutes. Do you want to make conversation?" Cameron asked trying to act more human around John.

"What do you want to talk about then?" John asked.

"I don't know. I'm not good at making conversation." Cameron said sadly, hoping that John would maybe start with a topic.

"That makes two of us," John agreed. They remained silent for another five minutes until John broke the silence. "Do you think that Alex might still be alive?"

"There is an 87 percent chance that Alex Mathews might still be alive," Cameron calculated, knowing how smart Alex is.

"Then what if she comes back and sees were not there anymore? That would be horrible," John started imagining Alex distressed at not seeing either of them home.

"She wouldn't go back there. I wouldn't," Cameron said reassuringly. "The city is too overrun. She would think the same thing that we are and head east."

"I sure hope so," John sighed. He took a random glance at the fuel gauge and saw that they were on empty. "We need gas."

"I've estimated that we can travel at least two miles before we fully run out of gasoline." Cameron stated. She then pulled up a map of the area that she had scanned a while back and pulled it from her memory banks. After going through it within seconds, she found that there was a gas station 1.24 miles away.

•••

John and Cameron pulled up to the abandoned gas station and saw scattered vehicles littered across the landscape. Cameron got out of the truck first, making sure that the coast was clear before John could safely follow.

John followed Cameron down the rows of vehicles, occasionally glancing inside, and seeing rotting corpses inside them. "Is any of this similar to the ruins of Judgement Day?" John asked Cameron.

"Very similar, but no." Cameron explained. "In the future, There were those who were caught in the blast, and all that remained were skeletons sitting in the vehicles."

"Damn," John whispered to himself.

Cameron found a car that had a sufficient amount of gasoline inside and started to run a hose through the gas tank.

John chuckled a bit, at seeing Cameron blow through the hose to extract the gas. Must be thirsty, John thought to himself.

"Hey Cameron? You need a drink?" John called out, unable to suppress a chuckle.

Cameron just looked at John with confusion, while tilting her head to the right in her normal manner. She then looked back down at the hose and immediately realized what he had meant. "No, I do not consume gasoline. It would heavily damage my endoskeleton and possibly my skin sheath."

John just rolled his eyes. Typical Cameron, always having to over explain stuff. John just turned on his heels and walked away from Cameron, and strolled towards the abandoned gas station.

It was very quiet. There was no sound that could be heard. The wind seemed almost non existent, and there was no birds flying about the sky. There was no cars passing by, nor was there the typical plane flying overhead.

This made John very nervous. He had never really been out of the house since it all started. Not since his mother had died. Cameron sure wouldn't have allowed him to leave with all the dead roaming the streets, looking for their next meal.

John is quickly rushed out of his thoughts when he tripped over something and fell to the ground. It took a second for John to get his bearings, but he soon realized that he had tripped over a corpse that had half of its body missing. The stench alone made John want to vomit, but he managed to get ahold of himself. He shrugged it off and got up off of the asphalt but felt something grab and take hold of his ankle. He then looked down to see what it was and immediately started to panic.

It was one of them! John tried to kick it away but stumbled back onto the ground, and allowing the crawling corpse crawl on top of him. John started to scream in panic. He had attempted to push it off of him, but it was too strong and wouldn't let go of him.

The corpse forced its way closer to John, with it growling nonstop, and clamping its teeth together, making a clicking sound.

John thought that this was it. He was gonna die like his mother had. He was gonna be torn apart and eaten alive. Now, because of his stupid actions, he was going to leave Cameron alone in this world. She wouldn't have a reason to exist and would probably shut down.

Before John could even process another thought, a hand grabbed the corpse by the shoulder and pulls it off of John. John watched as Cameron threw the corpse to the side like it was nothing, and landing on one of the scattered vehicles.

"Thanks," John said sheepishly and got up off of the ground.

"You should have stayed right by my side," Cameron scowled at John, which made him a bit nervous. "You could have died."

"I'm sorry Cam. I guess I got distracted." John said pathetically.

"Distracted is what can get you killed," Cameron said with the serious look still engraved on her face. John could have sworn he detected a hint of worry in her voice, but dismissed it for now. He would be sure to ask Cameron later.

The two are interrupted from their staring contest, when they hear a loud crash inside of the abandoned gas station. "W-What was that?" John asked with fear.

"I don't know. Stay close to me." She ordered and raised her Glock 17 handgun. They both slowly but surely made their way to the entrance of the gas station and saw only the darkness. Well that was about all that John could see. Cameron on the other hand had night vision so she was set if they were attacked by man, machine, or the undead.

"What do you see?" John asked in a hushed tone.

"Nothing yet," Cameron replied simply. They continued to walk down the aisle, to the counter where Cameron noticed a small heat signature hiding behind. "I see something," She then informed.

Cameron slowly walked around the counter, with her gun still pointed at the potential threat, until she got a good look at who was hiding.

It was a little girl. She looked like she was barely in her preteens. She had very tangled red hair that was tied in a ponytail. She looked afraid. Cameron ran a quick scan through her database and found the identity of the small child.

It was Savannah Weaver.

It was the girl that they had saved from a T-888 attack three years ago. But how was she here? What were the chances that they would even find her the way things now were?

Cameron heard the click of a gun behind her and quickly went into full terminator mode, jolting with incredible speeds and aimed at the threat behind her. But thanks to John and Alex's teachings, she had learned to first evaluate her threat before termination. She turned around to find another familiar face. Former FBI Agent James Ellison. Again, what were the odds?

"Cameron?" James said with disbelief, showing a bright smile at the sight of the cyborg, despite her trying to kill him at least a couple of times.

John came rushing over to them when he heard Ellison call out Cameron's name. John was also surprised to see the man. "Ellison, it's nice to see you again."

"Likewise John," Ellison lowered his weapon and reached out his hand to shakes Johns. John accepted the gesture and gave the former agent a firm shake.

•••

The four were now sitting inside the gas station, conversing to one another about what had happened. They shared many theories as to what it could be, but we're still confused as to what it was.

"So, it's not Skynet? Not Judgement Day?" Ellison asked John and Cameron.

Both shook their heads in disagreement. "No, this is something way different," John explained.

"From what I understand, the virus is unlike anything that had been used in the future. This infects the victim, the victim suffers deadly side effects to the bacteria. And the victim dies," Cameron said, going into a deep explanation as to what this is. She had spent weeks studying the dead from a distance.

"But they don't die? They come back," Ellison said unconvinced.

"They are dead. I conducted scans on them, and they are indeed showing extreme signs of decomposition," Cameron stated.

"What are you guys even doing here anyway? Where's Weaver?" John asked, changing the subject.

"When shit hit the fan, she just disappeared," Ellison explained. "Me and Savannah have been trying to get out of the city for weeks. We safely got out and have been hiding here ever since."

"That is a smart strategic move. The cities seem to be the worst places to be in. Bigger population rate means more Roamers," Cameron agreed.

"Roamers?" John looked at her with a confused expression.

"That's what I thought we should call them. Unless you think calling them corpses or dead bastards is sufficient enough," Cameron pointed out.

Usually she is always the more logical one? But roamers does sound pretty badass. "Ok, roamers it is," He accepted.

Cameron just smirked and turned her attention back to Ellison. "We need to leave," She said and walked away, grabbing John by the wrist and dragging him along with her.

"Wait!" Ellison shouted out. Cameron stopped walking, but kept her back turned to them. "Can we come with you?" He asked.

"You would just slow us down," Cameron replied coldly and continued walking away.

"Cameron! We can't just leave him! He has Savannah!" John argued, managing to pry Cameron's hand off if his wrist.

"They are a liability. They would just get you killed," Cameron persisted.

"And I'm not?" John crossed his arms.

"That's different," Cameron glared at John with seriousness.

"How? How is this that different Cam? We need to stick together!" John argued more. He needed Cameron to understand that things were now different. This was no longer the world that they both knew. "It's what mom would have wanted."

Surprisingly enough, Cameron pondered on topic for a long moment. They would slow down me and John more. They would also provide a perfect distraction for roamers if we needed to get out of a sticky situation. No. John said no more cold hearted calculated decisions. He believes I'm more than a machine, so I should start trusting John more.

"Fine. They can come," Cameron reluctantly complied.

"Thanks Cam," John said and engulfed her in a tight enough hug that would probably crush any normal person.

Meanwhile, Ellison and Savannah stood there, staring at the exchange between the two.

"Uncle James? Why is John hugging the robot?" Savannah asked confused.

"I have no clue Savannah. I have no clue," Ellison said a little shocked. He knew what Terminators were. They were cold hearted killers that showed no remorse for their actions. But Cameron seemed different. She seemed to have a small grasp on humanity.

•••

Author's Note: What did you guys think? I know I sure enjoyed it. I was so hyped with watching the Walking Dead recently, that I had to get this series started! Plus, this story will be the first of its kind, which makes it unique!

Think of this story as The Walking Dead, but with Cyborgs. That is what it practically is. I had the idea when I read a couple of stories that had strayed away from their original plot, and put those characters in a situation that they have never been in before.

Everything happens in this story that happened in the show, but will eventually have its own continuity unfold as it progresses. Like for example, Maybe certain characters wouldn't have been killed because of those events being altered or the character's view changes on the situation at hand.

Anyway, please review. And I'll see you guys in the next chapter! :)