So this is my first attempt at a new series outside the Underrated Classics series. This is going to follow a huge series of fanfics that I'm going to base off the Walking Dead franchise, with the Underrated Classics characters which include: Hogarth Hughes, Mrs. Elizabeth Brisby, Tutenstein, Dexter. Along with other characters that will be introduced The idea came after I saw Zombie Apocalypse Memes on deviantart. I made my own. Now I'd like to express this idea through my writing. So without further ado here is The Walking Dead/Underrated Classics Season 1. This might rip off both the series and the game but give me the benefit of the doubt.

All rights to the Walking Dead go to AMC, Telltale Games, and Robert Kirkman.

Chapter 1

Apocalypse Now

It was close to evening. Cars and trucks were broken down and scattered across the road. A young teenage boy was walking down the road, with a sour grim look on his face. He carried a bag on his back filled with food, water, and survival gear. His clothes were covered in blood and his arm was wrapped in bandages, concealing a wound he had gotten. He looked as though he had been walking for weeks. He stopped for a couple minutes to drink some water and reload his gun, when he saw what looked like a person kneeling over something on the road. He looked and called out to it.

"HEY, Hello over there can you hear me," he yelled out to the figure.

He saw the figure stand up and turn towards him. The boy felt relieved for a minute hoping that it was someone that could help.

"Well it's nice to finally see some friendly faces."

As he walked towards the figure he noticed it wasn't a person at all. It was one of them.

"Oh shit, not another one, give me a break" he said to himself.

The creature was nothing more than what would've been a little girl, none more than five years old. The creature came towards him, she tripped and fell to the ground. Her body was thin to the point where she couldn't even stand up.

The boy walked towards the girl and stood over her. She had nothing on her, no gunshot wounds, no bites, not even any scratches.

"Maybe, she hid out here, and starved to death," the boy said to himself. It was a horrible way to die, especially for a child.

He walked even closer to the girl and looked over her, she was harmless so she couldn't hurt him. She looked up and, giving a weak growl, reached out her hand. The boy then pulled out his gun and loaded it. He aimed it at the creature's head and muttered two words before he fired his shot.

"I'm sorry."

6 weeks ago

It was a quiet night down in the peaceful town of Rockwell Maine. Down at the Hughes residence, 13 year old Hogarth Hughes was in his bedroom playing his electric guitar to Orion by Metallica. Hogarth's parents were Annie Hughes and his step-father Dean. His biological father died in the army when he was a couple months old. Dean married his mother when he was 9 years old and took up as a father figure to him. They did a lot of things as father and son. They went hunting, fishing, played sports and Dean even taught Hogarth how to play other instruments.

"Hogarth, time for dinner honey," he heard his mom call him.

"Okay Mom, be down in a minute," he called down as he put his guitar away and walked downstairs.

As they ate dinner they discussed some of the recent events going on around town particularly this one about a man who went crazy and attacked and killed another man in the woods.

"When the police came, they say he didn't even look like a man, he looked like some monster," Dean told them.

"Yeah I heard about that," Hogarth said, "they said it looked like he was eating the guy."

"Hogarth!" his mother snapped at him.

"Sorry, I just saying."

"But it's raising the question, what was wrong with the guy, was he on drugs, was he crazy, what's going on?" Dean said confused.

Indeed this had been happening for a while now. In random parts of the world people starting going into this state of violence where they would kill and then eat eachother.

"Anyway, let's not think about it right now," Annie said.

A couple hours later Hogarth was sitting in his bed reading when Dean came in.

"Hey, Hogarth, how about tomorrow morning we head out to the woods and do a little hunting?"

"Sure, sounds like fun."

"Goodnight kiddo."

Hogarth then went to sleep. They woke up around 7:30 the next morning and went out into the woods with shotguns in hands. When he first went out hunting Hogarth didn't feel comfortable shooting a gun. Thanks to training from Dean though, he managed to shoot, not only a single pistol, but a full scale rifle.

As they were walking they came across a deer eating. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some practice in.

"Alright Hogarth, just like I showed you. Line up the shot, take a deep breath and then pull the trigger."

"Okay."

Hogarth did exactly that and just as he was about to pull the trigger there was a loud scream coming from far away. The deer heard this and ran off in fright.

"What the hell was that," Hogarth said in fright.

" I don't know maybe we should get going."

"But Dean, we need to see if..."

"I SAID LET'S GO," Dean snapped at him.

"Fine," he said begrudgingly.

On the car ride home Hogarth sat in the back seat angry that Dean decided to leave. As Dean was driving he saw how angry Hogarth seemed and tried his best to see if he could stop calm him down

"Look, kid things got a little dangerous so I just thought we should've..."

"Why?"

"What?" he responded confused

"Why did we have to leave? There could've been people in trouble back there Dean. If something bad happened to them, then that blood is on our hands." Hogarth told his stepdad with anger present in his voice.

"Look kid, sometimes when things seem bad you need to move on and forget about what happened."

"I guess that makes sense," he said.

"Look kid when we get home we'll talk about it and then we'll go back tomorrow and see what happened."

As Dean was talking there was something in the road. It looked like a person and Dean was about to hit it. Hogarth took immediate notice and shouted out.

"OH SHIT, DEAN LOOK OUT,"

But it was too late. The car collided with the figure. The car swerved out of control and crashed into some trees in the woods. Hogarth was thrown around all over the backseat. While Dean tried to remain conscious but got hit around all over the place. Eventually the car stopped and they fell unconscious.

A couple hours later, Hogarth finally woke. Luckily he had no broken bones or legs but his arm was cut up pretty bad. He looked around trying to adjust his vision. After he blinked his eyes a couple of times he finally could see clearly. Looking around he saw that the car was wrecked, but where was Dean?

Hogarth got the strength to move towards the window, and kick the glass with his foot. After a few kicks the glass shattered and he crawled out. He clutched his arm in pain as blood poured out of it. He then took off his belt and wrapped it around his arm as a tourniquet. The bleeding stopped and Hogarth sat down relieved for a moment. After a couple minutes he went into the trunk of the car and pulled out his pistol, shotgun, and hunting knife.

"DEAN, WHERE ARE YOU," he called out.

No response. There was something definitely wrong here. "What was that thing in the road?" Hogarth thought to himself. "Maybe it has something to do with the attack the other day."

The attacker that was killed recently was said to be in a trance and went around growling. The police tried to stop him but he just kept walking and growling until they finally shot him down. It took several shots until they finally shot him in the head.

"No, I'm probably just thinking things," he thought to himself but then he heard a familiar scream from far off in the woods.

"Dean," he gasped and he took off running.

"Dean don't worry I'm coming," he yelled.

He ran as fast as he could. He didn't even care if he tripped, he had to save his step-father. He kept running until finally he came to a clearing in the woods by the stream. He saw Dean lying on the ground.

"Dean," he yelled running over to him. He turned him on his back and gave him some water from his backpack.

"Hogarth... are you alright," Dean said. He looked horrible and sick. His face was terribly pale, and his eyes were sunken and turned yellow around the iris.

"I'm fine, what happened to you," Hogarth asked worried.

"I.. I came up here when I heard something... and then these things attacked me."

Right after he said that, something came out of the woods. It was a man walking towards them slowly. He looked like he was limping. Hogarth saw him and yelled out to him.

"HEY, please can you help us," he yelled out before Dean grabbed his jacket.

"No it's one of those things you need to kill it."

"I can't," he responded meekly.

"You have to," he told him.

Hogarth not thinking of much else to do picked up his gun and aimed it at the man walking towards them. As he approached it he could see it wasn't even a man. It's mouth was covered in blood, it was walking slowly and was growling. Hogarth fired his shot in the heart but it didn't die. After several more shots it finally died after it was hit in the head. Hogarth went back to Dean and tried to help him.

"What are these things," Hogarth asked.

"They're the dead, they just die, get up and walk around looking for more people," Dean responded weakly.

"Come on, we need to get you back to the house," Hogarth told him as he tried to get him up off the ground.

"No kid, I can't."

"Yes you can," Hogarth said as his face became red with rage and his eyes became glassy from tears.

"Listen to me son," Dean said holding his hand to his son's face, "you need to get out of here, go home get your mother and get out of town."

"Not without you," he said.

"Forget about me, what's important now is for you and your mother to survive these things, these "walkers"."

"Okay," Hogarth said quietly, knowing what he had to do.

Just then more of the walkers came out of the forest and went towards them.

"GO NOW," Dean yelled.

Hogarth took off running and went as fast as he can carrying his gun and survival knife. As he ran through the woods to his house he felt emotions of fear and guilt. He just left Dean to die and he was afraid to what was going to happen, not to him, but to his friends and his family.

He ran for twenty minutes until he finally reached his house. He ran inside the house and finally stopped panting from the run. He then locked the door.

"Mom, are you home," he called.

"Oh Jesus, where are you," he mumbled

"Mom, it's me Hogarth, are you here," he called again. He looked all over the house and he couldn't find his mother at all. "Did the... NO..." he said to himself, "the walkers couldn't have gotten her."

He walked into the kitchen and found a note on the counter. It was written by his mother and looked as though it had been written not so long ago. It read...

Dean, Hogarth

Things have gotten horrible down here, there are attacks all over the city and we need to get out of here. I'm heading out of town to find a group to survive this. Come and find me I promise I'll be there. Be strong and be safe.

Annie.

Hogarth finished reading the letter and tossed it aside.

"She's all I have left, I can't lose anyone else," he said sadly, "I need to get out of town and find her." For a couple minutes Hogarth sat on the floor of the kitchen pondering what he would do. Where would he go, what would he do, and how would he survive? That didn't matter right now what mattered was protecting his mother for all it was worth. He collected himself and got prepared

Hogarth went upstairs and gathered his supplies. He got his rifle, his guns, and his hunting knife and put them in his bag. He then put some food and water in his bag that would last him for several weeks. As soon as he was done he went into the bathroom and gathered some cloth. He cleaned off his arm with hydrogen peroxide and then bandaged it with the cloth. After that he gathered everything he went outside.

Several walkers had gathered around the house already. He sneaked passed them and got onto the road. One of the walkers came out of the forest and went towards him. Hogarth then took out his knife and stabbed it right in the head. He looked over all of them on the road and let out a long scream of pain, and sorrow.

"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON!"

So now Hogarth's objective is to find his mother. In the next chapter Hogarth will meet new allies and try to survive. Hope you enjoy. VGA