(I DO NOT own The Walking Dead, or any references to Code Lyoko, or any names/brands that appear. ALL OC's also belong to me unless I state otherwise. Now that that's said, I hope you enjoy.)

(I DO NOT own "The Wanderer" by Dion DiMucci.)

It was officially a hundred days since the apocalypse first hit mankind... So many people have died so far, and the undead have dominated the earth. Life was a struggle, and it was all for survival.

Somewhere deep in what remained of the areas near Odessa, Texas, the sun shined down on the prairies and the grasslands. Surviving Texas longhorns made their way through the plains and several walkers dotted along the landscape. However, on Interstate 20, an old red Chevrolet pickup made its way through the Texas heat, the windows fully down and a mixtape playing on full volume.

The driver, a twenty-one year old named Harper, had a sly smirk on his face as he listened to his music... Hell, it may have been the end of the world, but it wasn't really so bad for him. His parents died way before all of this happened, and his best friend Landon was sitting in the back of the truck, also listening to the music as he drank an ice cold Budweiser from the cooler in the back. He didn't have really anyone to lose aside from Landon, and he sure as hell hasn't lost anyone.

This was the life... no responsibilities, no worries, not a care in the world... All of those went away long before the end of the world. It was only them, their truck, their beer and their guns. Hell yeah.

"Oh well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name" the radio blasted on full volume.

Harper smirked as he saw several walkers in the road in front of him. So what does he do? He simply drives off the road and into a field, making the ride very bumpy.

"'Cause I'm the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around" the radio blasted.

Landon had a very annoyed expression on his face as the sudden bumpiness caused his beer to basically fly out of the can, landing all over his face, torso, legs, and the bed of the truck.

"FUCK! HARPER, STOP THE GODDAMN TRUCK!" Landon shouted with annoyance.

Harper smirked as he decided to fuck with Landon a little, making sure he drove over the bumpiest areas in the field. Sure, several walkers noticed, but they had plenty of gas to escape.

"Oh well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I'm as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere" the radio blasted.

Harper laughed as he saw Landon flying around the bed of the truck, painfully hitting every bit of the back. And as an insult to injury, the cooler basically flew out of the bed, meaning they had nothing to drink for a while.

"I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself fallin' for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world" the radio blasted.

Then Harper drove right over a hill and the truck went a few feet in the air, slamming down on the bumpy ground again. Landon felt the full force of the impact, taking his breath away as the beer inside of the bed splashed all over his face.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around

'Cause I'm a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around

'Cause I'm a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer" the radio finished, the song finally ending.

Harper slammed on the brakes after he got back on a dirt road, Landon's body hitting up to the back window with his face comically pressed against the glass. Harper looked back at him and laughed his ass off at what he saw.

"Are you okay back there?" Harper asked, smirking.

Landon slid down the glass and ended up back on the bed of the truck, his face landing right back in a pool of beer. Eventually Landon gathered his strength and got out of the bed of the truck, walking up to the passenger seat. He had a deep frown on his face as he opened the door and sat in the seat, slamming it shut behind him... The first thing he noticed was Harper's smirk.

"Well? Did you enjoy the ride?" Harper joked.

Landon turned his glare to Harper, both sitting in silence for a few moments. But Landon's frown slowly crept into a smile as he started hitting Harper in his shoulder, both of them laughing at what just happened.

"You fucker! You fucking motherfucker!" Landon exclaimed, laughing.

Harper managed to push Landon away and make him stop hitting him for the time being. Landon smirked as he took out Harper's mixtape, causing his friend to go wide eyed with worry about his favorite mixtape.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harper asked, cautiously.

Landon then broke the mixtape in half, much to Harper's horror. Landon threw the remains out of the window, sending the cheesy 80's music, all of Dion's songs, and an entire collection of ABBA out of the window.

A now-heartbroken Harper sighed, wiping away a tear that never even existed as he resumed driving, truthfully mourning the loss of his beloved mixtape... It had all of his favorite songs on it! Landon, however, simply put his hands behind his head and relaxed as he looked out the window, enjoying the scenery as Harper drove...

"I'm bored." Landon sighed.

"You wouldn't be if you didn't break my tape..." Harper replied.

"True, but if you didn't make us lose all of the beer then we wouldn't be bored at all." Landon retorted.

"Yeah, but think of it as payback for that whole... 'situation', back in California..." Harper cautiously said.

Landon gave a groan as a reply, along with an eye roll. Could Harper not have a little fun once in a while? Can he not take risks and have a good time when a situation happens?

"Hey, those assholes in Sacramento wouldn't let us inside the city! How is it my fault?" Landon asked.

"You fucked the wall commander's daughter! How is it NOT your fault?!" Harper retorted.

"Hey! I only fucked her a little!" Landon defended.

Harper shook his head out of annoyance and disappointment. Ever since they fled California, Landon has got them into situation after situation. Hell, one time Landon tried to make a move on some girl in a Russian-speaking group, and her crippled younger brother tried to shoot him! Harper was not sure how much more he could take of Landon's antics...

Landon sighed, pulling his Glock 22 from the glove compartment and loading one of the magazines with some bullets. They didn't have much left, but he honestly didn't give a shit. They could find more! Plus, they had an old German Kar98k rifle hidden behind the seats that they looted from an old museum. They were gonna have to replace it soon since they couldn't find ammunition for it. Only six rounds for it were left.

"Have any idea where to go?" Landon asked.

"I'm not sure... I was thinking maybe Georgia. Atlanta and Savannah are nice... Or maybe Boston. Or we could go to Mexico for a bit, I dunno..." Harper replied.

"Yeah, maybe Mexico... I'm just dying to find some tequila... And a taco. Tacos are great." Landon stated.

"Sure, whatever... We're gonna be there in maybe five or six hours, IF we go fast." Harper smirked.

Landon smirked back, putting the magazine in his Glock and cocking it, ready for whatever trouble that was in their way.

"Let's get there fast, then." Landon smirked.

Harper smirked, getting a second mixtape out of the glove compartment and sticking it in the radio. He and Landon both listened to the music as Harper drove as fast as he could south. They would be in Mexico by the end of the day...

Several hours later they ended up somewhere south of the border, and were deep in the Mexican desert... Unfortunately, they were also out of gas. Harper and Landon both forgot to fill up when they got to the border.

Both of the young men felt very dehydrated as they walked, both trying to find shelter and water. And gas for their truck. The temperature was rising like crazy, being over 105 degrees Fahrenheit after a short while. They didn't regret going to Mexico, per se, but they really just wished they weren't stupid enough to forget the gasoline, and they wished they took the temperature in account.

"I'm so thirsty..." Landon panted.

"Me too..." Harper replied, panting.

Both of them have, so far, walked about fifteen miles from where their truck broke down. There was several cacti around them, and Landon remembered something from his old college classes...

...There was WATER in cacti!

Landon took out the machete he had holstered on his back and sliced off the top of the cactus, smirking as he saw the top fall down to the ground, full of water. Harper turned to look and he saw Landon was already drinking from the fallen cactus top. Harper went wide eyed as he recognized the cactus as a Paoti, one that can make you hallucinate if you drink the water from it.

"Landon, no!" Harper exclaimed, pushing the cactus top out of Landon's hand.

It was too late... Landon went wide eyed as he stared back at Harper, his pupils dilating and his heart starting to beat faster. In Landon's vision, Harper appeared to be... melting... Harper's skin appeared to turn blood-red, and unicorns were flying in the sky in the background...

Landon had no idea what was going on, he felt very confused... He was a little frightened of Harper at this moment, not expecting him to morph into a blood-red monster... Of course, this was only in his mind, and Harper was just completely confused at why Landon was staring at him.

"Uh... Landon?" Harper cautiously asked.

Landon suddenly burst into laughter, holding his sides and falling down onto his knees. Harper's head, to him, was shaped like a mushroom! And he was speaking something that sounded like Armenian! Harper realized the fact that Landon was tripping beyond all belief by this point, and mentally groaned.

"HAHAHAHAHAA!" Landon exploded in laughter.

"Great... 'Don't do drugs, kids'." Harper sighed.

With a feeling of annoyance, Harper took Landon by the hand and began to lead the tripping man through the desert. Landon was giggling and laughing and high as a kite, so he didn't really complain much.

Harper, however, was just hoping to find a town or at least a source of water... they wouldn't be able to survive out here for long without that...

Within a few hours, both were lying on the sand under an unforgiving sun. Landon was completely unconscious but Harper was still holding on.

Harper's will to hold out from the elements was fading away. He was so tired, so exhausted and resigned to the fate he was sure to get... He eventually closed his eyes and passed out, sure that he was going to die... But then the next thing he knew was that it was nighttime, and a bunch of water was being splashed on his face. He was so exhausted and dazed from dehydration, but he saw there was people with them.

"...Cargarlos en el camión ! ¡Con rapidez! ("..Load them on the truck! Quickly!")" A man said.

Harper saw Landon being dragged to a van and then tossed into it. Shockingly, he saw his Chevrolet being towed by a different pickup truck, a large group of armed men and women were around them as well. What the hell was going on?! He didn't get an answer to that as he passed out again from exhaustion. He was brought into the same van as Landon, the doors being shut and locked behind them.

Little did he know what would happen after this...