A/N: I do not own Walking Dead, I do not own the characters of the show and yeah. Kamryn belongs to me, and a few other OC characters that come into play later. This is a more detailed rewrite of Just to Survive. I'm putting more into it because I've hit a Zombie Phase and want to write it. As I have mentioned in other Stories I am NOTORIOUS for not updating, so if you like me then you like me, just keep an eye out for the stories. They will be updated... eventually. You all know the drill, R&R you make me happy when you do.

It was a painful and long four months, it was probably longer than that when the outbreak happened. Looking to the setting sun, the lone figure stood at the outskirts of a large city as the sun set behind the concrete skyscraper mountains. Pulling a compass and map out, the figure kneeled down and plotted a course for the next day using the rays of the dying sun as the source of light.

After setting the course the figure folded up the map and left the edge of the forest and headed into the woods, checking that everything was set about for the night the figure took their pack and climbed up into a tree and laid out on small section that was intertwined of large branches and leaves making a natural bed. With a small head lamp on the figure pulled out a photo and stared longingly at it. There was a young woman in military uniform surrounded by a couple and a younger man in leathers, the woman was smiling brightly from the picture as the couple held their daughter.

"I'll live for you; mom, dad." Kissing the picture the figure put the photo away and turned the head lamp off and listened to the forest before falling asleep.

~Flash back~

"You are telling me you don't know how to search a truck?"

"I know how to search a truck and I say it's clear!"

"Fuck it, Team One, Team Two I want you over here now. Team Three, I want you to take …. 'Course Senor' away from this site and keep him out of my way. We are not going to get graded badly because this fool didn't do a thorough search of the vehicle. Team Four you will keep those people detained, if they try and make a move, physically restrain them."

Stepping forwards and issuing the commands was a young woman, short but imposing despite her physical build. The older soldiers that had been monitoring the situation were about to step in and scald the course senor when one of their own platoon stepped up to the plate and did it for them. This particular leader was one that had been watched since she had come to them from a ship board promotion to officer rank. She was one of the finest leaders, and they were proud to have her as part of their platoon.

Watching the activity a radio went off went off and one of the course leaders walked away from the activity to answer the call.

"This is Alpha 1… come back.."

"Don't… attacks… oh my god… no!" The static from the radio had the man look questioningly at the radio.

"Base, this is Alpha 1, come back."

"Platoon 47, don't come back, whatever you do, come back to base, they are killing everyone here. Whatever you have to do, just run, hide, the infected are coming back to life and there is an elite unit here massacring everyone. Don't come back to the Mega!" Static was all that was left as the man looked at the radio, there was no way that this was real.

"Round up everyone, we are leaving for the Mega and now!"

"Sir?" Everyone stopped their activity and walked to the man with the radio.

"I have been told not to return to the Mega, people are being murdered and something is happening. The dead are rising… I don't know." The woman that had been issuing orders came over to the Platoon Command and looked the men over; one was shaking as the others just looked to each other.

"Sorry to overhear, but did you say that the dead were rising?"

"Destler that is what I said."

"You have to be pulling my leg sir, there is no such thing as rising dead. Movies and video games for the living is all that there is."

"My orders stand, we are going to the Mega, and this exercise is over. Round them up."

"Sir!" Destler saluted and issued her commands and the group even the fake 'Detainees' followed, but what happened next was not what was expected. The 'Detainees' took their weapons and started opening fire on the platoon. Three of the Platoon Officers had died and a large majority of the Platoon had died had it not been for Destler and a few others from the Platoon who fought back even for blank ammunition in the rifles at close range it was enough to hurt and kill the few highly trained combatants.

"Check them!" Ordered Destler, the Officers had moved directly to their downed men calling over the Platoon Medic and in training Combat Doctor. Once the attackers had been fleeced, Destler wandered to the dead bodies and pulled the dog tags from the dead. A groan from a pile of bodies had Destler move slowly, the impossible set the woman on edge as one of her team mates with a bullet hole through one of his stood and stumbled his way to Destler.

"That's not possible, there is no way" backing up away from the stumbling man, several bodies around the woman started to shift and push themselves to a stand. Even with a magazine of real ammo in her C7 rifle there was no way that she would be able to put down all the dead.

"Captian!" Turning back away the woman's foot was caught in a grip, kicking her foot free Destler turned and ran as the still living watched as their platoon member was running for her life with stumbling dead making their way for her.

"Run Kamryn!" The older officers had the 'Detainee's' weapons and ammo and started firing on the walking dead to no effect as they all placed body shots. The dead still kept coming; turning and raising her rifle up Kamryn Destler picked the heads off that she could dropping the dead before she turned and ran for the truck that was loading up.

"Get in the truck, get in the truck!" she roared. The still living members of her platoon scrambled into the back of the carrier truck with their gear as the officers slowly backed up to the truck. They lost another officer to the dead as they ripped into him. There was a slam on the side of the truck as someone screamed to get the truck out of there.

A squeal later and the truck with the remaining Platoon and Officers were out and away. Looking to each other they do nothing more than look at each other as they started their return to their Military Base. Upon return to the 'Mega' as everyone had called it, there was nothing but death and destruction. The outside was littered in bodies and blood; there were a numerous soldiers in black gear laying dead on the ground.

Orders to fleece the bodies resulted in several members gaining actual firepower instead of the dummy rounds they had. Slowly making it into the building was where the fear really began. No one worked as a cohesive unit anymore and it had become 'You are on your own' scenario. Kamryn had left knowing that if the unit cohesiveness had failed then they would all die or would die because someone would be stupid enough to shoot first and ask questions later.

Making her way to her issued quarters she was nearly shot and after screaming friendly she poked her head around the corner to see an American Sniper loading another round into his bolt action rifle. With her hands up the American lowered his rifle.

"I'm sorry; I thought you were with the black guys or one of the dead."

"Yeah right, I would never be caught dead wearing black at this point in time. I saw the unmarked uniforms and my 'spidey' sense screamed at me. What are you doing down this way?"

"Hiding, or I was. I was going to leave till I heard footsteps, didn't think it would be a friendly."

"Yes, well, I'm to my room, team?" Kamryn asked timidly, he had a more powerful rifle than she and he was probably faster on the draw at this point in time. The American nodded and eyed about before waving her over, keeping to the wall and making her way over Kamryn went past the American who followed back with her as they headed down the halls keeping an eye out for any hostiles.

"I'm Lieutenant-Commander Kamryn Destler, and you are?"

"I'm Staff Sergeant Thomas Candis US Army." Kamryn smiled and shook the man's hand.

"Aren't you a tad young to be a Lt. Commander?" Kamryn turned and raised an eyebrow at the man and gave him a wide grin.

"Field Promotion, my shipmates and Captain wanted me as an Officer, so here I am for officer training officially."

"Well done then, lead on to your room Lt." Kamryn and Thomas made their way to the rooms and Kamryn quickly found hers. Going in and unlocking her 'closet' she pulled out things and threw them on the bed while tossing her rucksack to the floor. Thomas stood guard at the door watching the hallways as Kamryn pulled out a massive duffel bag from under her bed.

"I'm going to change into something a little more comfortable, I hate this relish suit." A chuckle from Thomas was enough for Kamryn to roll her eyes and pulled out a pair of faded black jeans and a green button up shirt. Changing quickly or as quickly as she could she dug around in her duffel back and pulled out two sets of knee guards.

"I am forever thankful that I went out for gear shopping last weekend." Thomas had turned and looked to Kamryn and smiled at the now 'Civi' looking woman who was pulling out a knee guard with thigh and calf bands. One went on Kamryn's right leg and a standard looking one went on her left.

"Why do you have two different ones on?"

"Right knee is messed up; it is a knee brace also."

"Ahh, well hurry up I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to." Thomas turned to look down the hall as Kamryn put the belt she stole from one of the guys that tried to kill her, it was a tactical belt with two leg rigs. One of the rigs had a holster minus the gun that was previously in it and the other leg rig was a medical pouch and another pouch with a slimmer one in between them. All of it was loaded gear so it was left to Kamryn to load the less filled waist pouches after she moved them to the front of her waist instead of the back.

Emptying the rucksack of clothing she didn't need, Kamryn loaded her personal possessions into the side pouches of the rucksack and reloaded a few changes of non-military clothing in. It was a small rucksack but there was enough room to fit what she was taking with her into it. Wrapping her shemagh she let out around her neck and putting the Tactical vest she too stole from a smaller black unit soldier she and the American left after giving the suggestion to go to the Quarter Master to 'buy' a few things.

Moving quickly to the Armory that was also known as the Quartermaster, Thomas and Kamryn spent less than an hour swapping things, getting new things and leaving with what they had come for. Kamryn had while 'shopping' found a rather large rucksack than the she was issued. Moving things from the rucksack on her back to the new and expansively larger one, Kamryn grinned when the Thomas had asked here where she had gotten it from.

Unfortunately that was the last one and Thomas had grumbled playfully at Kamryn. Never the less Thomas did find a larger pack than the one that he had and he too did the same that Kamryn had done. Their last stop was the physical armory where Thomas tossed Kamryn a box that was marked C8, lifting the lid it was an unpacked C8 still in plastic and in pieces. Taking the parts out and finding a fabric roll Kamryn packed it into her newly acquired rucksack, which was soon followed by a Mossberg 400 with detachable stalks, but in this case Thomas had pulled the stock off and gave it to her without the shoulder stalk and a sheath which he told her to attach to her bag.

After taking what ammo they could, and that remained along with whatever MRE's remained as well they left the Mega and after agreeing they started west, but even trying for home was not what it was to be."

~End of Flash Back~

Hearing birds was the first thing that Kamryn had noticed when she awoke, she was a tad cold, but her coat she was wearing had kept her warm enough and the pine boughs from the tree had kept her somewhat comfortable and away from the elements. Scooting the truck of the tree and looking down, Kamryn surveyed below not seeing anything unfriendly.

The climb down was quick and she rather enjoyed it, looking around one last time Kamryn undid a line of rope and a massive green rucksack descended down from a branch to the ground below. Taking it and the rope Kamryn hefted the back on her shoulders and walked a few hundred metres to a pile of tall tree branches and took them off revealing an ATV with a helmet in a plastic bag.

Fifteen minutes later and the roar of the ATV leaving the forest was all that remained as Kamryn zipped out of the forest with rucksack and gear attached to the machine. Her goal for the day was to make it to the CDC in Atlanta where her friend Thomas had told her a Military Staging point was. Thomas no longer was with her as Kamryn remembered the incident where he had given his life for hers, and it all because of trying to go West to home.

Riding along the roads of the city Kamryn had almost make it to the CDC when a rather large explosion and plume of black smoke rocketed up into the sky several blocks away. Speeding up the ATV Kamryn made it to the road where the CDC used to stand and saw vehicles making a U-Turn and driving away.

"Survivors… fuck me there are survivors…"