Summary: In this story there will be a lot of OC's among maybe other characters from other series. Some people who died in the walking dead series will die in this story while others won't. Also, in this story, men can get pregnant! The only difference is that men can only give birth through a caesarean section while women can give birth naturally. If you don't like it, don't read the story.

Disclaimer:I will only put up this disclaimer once; I. DO. NOT. OWN. THE WALKING DEAD!

Chapter one: The Beginning Part One

It all happened on a normal Wednesday morning. That Wednesday was the day shit hit the fan in King County, Georgia. The thing about society screeching abruptly to a halt is that there's no warning. The news sure as hell never predicted it. There were no signals, no change in air…Absolutely nothing…

How does an entire civilization as you know it end without even the slightest hint that such devastation would come upon the population? Some always knew the end of the world would come someday, though they probably expected it to be less horrifying…

Global warming, nuclear warfare, pollution, natural disasters…Ask any scientist of the day who's still breathing, and they would've told you that it would be one of those that would have been our end. Just yesterday, every citizen of Earth were carrying out their everyday lives like they had done their entire lives. The next day, they were gone. Or, at least most of them were. There's no explanation of how it started, where it started, what it was, or why. It just happened. The dead were coming alive once more at a fast rate…And there was NO way to stop it.

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Nolan opened the shower door, reaching out to take a white fluffy towel. He quickly dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. Making sure that his towel wouldn't slip off, he stepped out of the bathroom. He rolled his eyes when he saw his husband sleeping, spread all over the bed, the sheet barely covering his crotch. 'One thing will never change,' Nolan thought fondly, shaking his head with a smile on his face. 'At least he doesn't snore…'

He quickly put on his jockstraps his husband bought for him, not wanting him to wear normal underwear. He supposed that he should be glad he could wear these since his husband would rather have him go commando every day. He put on the rest of his clothes before making his way downstairs after waking up his sixteen year old brothers. He got custody of his little brothers, Nickolas and Matthew Black after the sudden death of their parents, Nathan and Nathalie Black who both died in a plane crash.

He yawned as he set the table before pouring himself some coffee. He sat down at the table, taking a sip of his coffee before closing his eyes a little. He really hated being an adult sometimes. Mind you, the freedom to do what you wanted to do was exhilarating and such, but it was also a major pain in the ass.

"Morning dad," two voices chorused.

His eyes snapped open, coming face to face with his younger brothers. The truth was that both Nolan, Matthew and Nickolas weren't close to their parents as they were always traveling. Refusing to let some stranger raise his brothers and himself, he raised his brothers himself. When he was eighteen, he got custody of his brothers, and married four years ago when he was twenty-one. Even though he continued to tell both of them to call him by his name, they continued calling him dad, just like when they first started that habit at the age of six. Eventually he accepted it. He would whack his husband's head though when he joked about being a granddad before he reached his thirties. He was NOT going to be a grandpa when he wasn't even thirty yet.

"Hello Nick, Matt, did you sleep well?" he asked, smiling when he saw his brothers/sons immediately reach for the coffee.

"Well enough I guess," Nick muttered, sipping from his coffee. "I just wished I didn't have school today."

Nolan snorted. "The same with me Kiddo, I really don't want to go to work today. Half of our staff called in sick which means that the other half and I have to work for two. What makes it even worse for me and the others is the fact that the hospital's a madhouse because of that flu right now." He said.

Matthew looked at his father with a hopeful look, "Can't we all call in sick for this week? Please!" he pleaded.

Nolan sighed, opening his mouth to respond when he was intercepted by his husband.

"That's a good idea." He said, holding up his hand when his husband tried to speak up, "No, Nolan. Frankly, I'd feel a lot better if you two stayed inside this week. We've been getting reports of vicious attacks while a lot of people carrying the virus/flu died."

"I can't just lie!" Nolan responded. "I have responsibilities-"

"Look, the four of us will call in sick with the police department, school and the hospital, alright?" Wyatt interjected, knowing his husband would only agree if he did the same.

Nolan looked at his husband, ignoring his sons their pleading looks sent his way. "Fine," he reluctantly said, giving in.

Wyatt beamed at his husband, "I'll do the calls." He said before taking his cellphone from his back pocket, dialing his work while leaving the room.

Nolan turned to Nick and Matthew who smirked at him. "Soo," Nick drawled, wiggling his eyebrows. "Had some fun last night?"

Nolan turned red before whacking Nick's head with a scowl on his face. "Just wait when you get a boyfriend or girlfriend, brat. I'll be sure to return the favor!" he said.

Nick paled. "Dad? You're kidding right?" he asked.

Nolan smirked in reply before getting up on his feet,

"Dad?"

He walked towards the sink.

"Daddy," Nick whined. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"Want some whine with that cheese?" Nolan countered.

"Daddy," Nick continued. "Please tell me you won't embarrass me and my future boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Or mine." Matthew added.

Nolan turned to face his kids, "I'm your father," he said with a smirk. "It's my duty to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend or girlfriend."

Nick and Matthew both scowled before sticking out his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest.

Nolan rolled his eyes. Sometimes it felt like he had a pair of three year old sons instead of sixteen years old sons.

"It's been done," Wyatt announced as he reentered the kitchen. "Though I think the hospital isn't happy about losing another staff member. They told me three others called in sick already while several others haven't even shown up yet."

Nolan nodded, "I guess that we'll all stay inside for the week, though we'll have to do groceries today."

Wyatt nodded hesitantly, before speaking up. "We'll go in an hour." He said before leaving the kitchen, knowing his husband would need to talk to his brother in-laws/sons.

"Nick? Matt?" Nolan started hesitantly. "You'd tell me if you are getting bullied? Right?"

Nick put down his cup of coffee, before staring at his hands on his lap. "Yes…" he muttered slowly, wishing he could just disappear already. Matthew just looked away.

Nolan sighed. "Nick, I'd rather want you to tell me to shut the fuck up than to lie to me." He said, "You know that already."

After a few minutes of silence, Nolan spoke up again. "Wyatt and I decided to let you two transfer to one of those zero bullying-policy schools. "

Nick and Matthew's heads snapped up. "But that means that I'll have to board there!" they exclaimed wide-eyed.

Nolan nodded, "You'd come home Friday after class and return Sunday night." He said, sipping a little from his coffee. "While I hate the thought of not seeing you two every day like I'm used to, I'd rather have you somewhere you both can be yourself without being bullied all the time."

They both nodded. They both sat there for about thirty minutes, occasionally drinking some coffee when the door rang.

Nolan was about to get up when he heard his husband yell that he'd get it.

A few moments later, the door to the kitchen slammed open, causing Nolan, Matthew and Nick to jump in fright.

"God, Lori!" Nolan snapped, glaring at her a little. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Wyatt entered the kitchen, frowning a little at a frightened Lori. "Lori, what's wrong?"

"T-The h-hospital." She said panicking, before taking a breath to calm down. "Those virus people who die turn back to life, biting you."

Nick stared at her before snorting, "Yeah right," he muttered.

"It's the truth!" Lori screeched. "A-ask Shane. He's outside in the car!" Wyatt nodded before leaving the house to talk with his colleague.

She calmed herself down, "Just…trust me for now…OK?"

"Nick, Matt,…" Nolan said slowly, turning to look at the twins. "I want you to pack your things."

"Bu-"

"No buts young men!" Nolan interjected, pointing to the ceiling. "I want you to fill your bag with clothes and some toiletries."

When Matt and Nick didn't move immediately, Nolan spoke up again. "Now!"

"Fine," they both muttered, leaving the kitchen and going to their rooms. A few moments later, Wyatt stormed in.

"You okay?" Nolan asked in concern at seeing his husband so pale.

"Nolan, I need you to gather our clothes. I'll gather whatever food we still have available. We're leaving." Wyatt said before hurrying to a kitchen drawer, grabbing a sharp kitchen knife.

Nolan stood up, "Sure…What is going on though?" he asked curiously.

Wyatt froze before speaking up, "Fucking zombies."

"Where are we going?" Nolan asked, going pale. While he doubted it were zombies, he knew his husband didn't joke about something that could be detrimental to their lives.

"To Atlanta. They said on the radio that Atlanta was safe." Lori responded. "We'll wait for you,…just hurry."

Nolan nodded before running upstairs while Lori left the house to get back into the car with Shane and Carl.