Okay, I got this idea while listening to the song of the same name, 'Blackbird' by Lee DeWyze from the show 'The Walking Dead', where Yuri was Bob Stookey and Otabek was Daryl. And where JJ is Glenn. Um, I haven't caught up with much of the Walking Dead, because well (SPOILERS) Abraham died. (He was one of my favorite characters; I thought he had a whole lot of potential). So I kinda stopped watching the show because of it, but… anyways, I figured no one done this type of fic with YOI yet, but if so, still why not.

Here it is; Enjoy!

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He was walking down the path, his face completely free of all emotions. He bore nothing to this name, other than a long knife, black backpack, tattered, hoodie jacket, his favorite tiger shirt, dirty red pants and holey boots. Yuri Plisetsky looked like had not showered in several weeks, judging by how much sweat was plastered all over his face and eyes. Yuri licked his small pale lips, tasting the sweat as if it were his life support. And apparently, it was.

He had not had anything to drink or to eat for the past few days and his sweat was the only thing that gave him to feed off. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing, to not have much food or water on him. With less water, it meant he didn't have to relieve himself all that much.

Relieving himself could cause him to attract some unwanted attention.

It could slow Yuri down.

And, Yuri did not have any toilet paper.

So it was better with very little water on him.

With less food, he didn't have to worry about ants crawling into his bag when he went to sleep at night, or it going spoiled when he needed it the most. Also, he wouldn't have to be lugging so much weight on his back, which could also slow him down.

He was walking down this old, dirty, ant filled road, but for what reason? Was he going somewhere? Where was he going? What was waiting for him when he got to that place? Yuri didn't know. He seriously did not know. He was only wandering around, and of those questions didn't matter, hoping to find a place to stop for the night. So he could sleep and let the darkness be his blanket.

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Yuri looked to his side, and he saw a small, grayish-blue building just two steps next to him. His eyes widened, walking up to it. He walked up to the front door, looking at the chipping paint that was falling off the door. The boy's eyes gleamed with a strange light, looking for the doorknob, or door handle. But wait, Yuri knew he couldn't go in just yet. He took a step back, and with his long knife he made large banging sounds on the door. It was to see if there were any of them inside of the building. If there were, then Yuri would have to back away, murder them, and clear them of the building. So it basically to know if it was safe to enter. And it was, because none of the undead came to answer the calls that Yuri made on their door.

Yuri took a step forward and opened the door. He closed the door behind him, but quietly, as the floorboards under his feet creaked.

When that was done, Yuri looked around and saw a large, metal chandelier on the ceiling. It was missing some stones and lights, but how and why was beyond him. Yuri looked at his feet and saw a red carpet. And then he saw an altar, dozens of rows of pews, several stained glass windows, paintings of crosses, and even few pieces of gold here and there.

Yuri realized he was in a church. He had never heard anything like a church deep in the forest, far away from civilization. He remembered passing by some churches on his way home before, but that was in the city, however.

Not wanting to dwell on that, Yuri looked around the church, hoping to find something of use, such as food or other supplies such as matches, switchblades, flashlights, batteries. Unfortunately, he found only one can of tuna and a series of birds feasting on some dead animal, possibly a deer. Yuri grimaced when he found the birds and the dead animal. He found it so revolting that shooed all of the birds away. He knew that the deer's meat was long spoiled, but he just didn't like the birds there, as to why he sent them all away.

Figuring that it was time to stop for the night, Yuri held the can in his right hand and walked to a pew that was on his left side, in the middle of the row. Yuri sat on it, placing his can on the pew. He lifted his machete into the air and cut the tuna can open with it. Feeling his mouth salivate like a dog when it heard a bell in Pavlov's theory, he set the machete down and carefully dug his fingers into the can. Yuri found himself moaning in pleasure, placing the small pieces of tuna into his mouth and chewing on it. After he swallowed the sweet savory pieces, he licked his lips in satisfaction. Man, that was so good. Even though he craved for some of his grandfather's pirozhki, this was just fine.

Yuri patted his stomach, lying on his back on the pew. He was glad knowing that he had finally fed himself after so many long days without food, by bearing a full stomach in his body.

Yuri made himself comfortable on the pew, by placing his bag as a pillow under his head. Once that was done, his placed his arm underneath and fell asleep.

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Yuri sat up on the pew, stretching and yawning as if he were back in his bed, in his home.

Morning arrived.

Yuri could tell by the rays coming through the stained glass windows that were glowing right on his clothes. Yuri picked up his machete, standing up as he pulled his pants out from his bottom. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

As a couple of birds were poking their beaks into the air as they stood on the windowsill, Yuri pulled up his pants and walked to the door. Yuri yawned again, rubbing his sweat ridden nose.

The fifteen-year-old grimaced. He cursed to himself, figuring that he was the equivalent to dog crap. He needed a shower. Yes, a shower, it would be so nice right now. To let hot water touch every part of his small body, to wash away all of his pains and stains, to make him feel… new again. He walked out of the door as if God heard his thoughts he heard the sounds of a river flowing. It was right behind the church. He followed the sounds of the river flowing, and his young eyes widened. He found the river.

It looked beautiful, even if it was in the world of the walking dead. A few rocks were sitting in the river, making the waters go around them, but it didn't keep the river look like something out of a fantasy book.

Yuri put his hands over his mouth, gasping in pure joy. It was so clean that when Yuri stepped up to it, he saw his own reflection in the water and some smaller, circular and smooth rocks at the bottom as well.

Yuri smiled. Not wanting to waste any time getting in, the boy stripped all over his clothes off. He laughed as he dipped himself into the water.

"Yes!" Yuri exclaimed, throwing some of the water into the air as he splashed his hands in it. He cupped his hands and splashed some water over his head, washing the sweat and dirt from his hair. He scrubbed every part of his body until there was no more sweat left.

A few minutes later, Yuri was out of the river whipping his blonde hair until it was dried clean. He looked up, his face beaming. He realized his clothes could use some scrubbing, so he went back in and cleaned them the same way as he did to his body.

A few more minutes later, he was out and was whipping his clothes dry as he did to his hair. A few seconds later, he and his clothes were dried up, and Yuri was clothed up again. Yuri let out a huge breath, throwing his bag over his shoulder. He continued walking again, holding his machete over his shoulder, keeping his guard up for either the undead or whatever else might come his way.

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Yuri was walking, keeping his hand in his pocket when he noticed a large eighteen wheeler truck just up ahead. Yuri turned his head at it, wondering what the hell that was doing there. He walked up to the front of the truck, and saw that the actual truck part was missing, and that it was just a big container with boxes of unknown stuff in it.

"That's weird," Yuri muttered, wondering why the truck was missing. "Where did it go?"

That answer was beyond him.

So instead of thinking about it, Yuri walked to the back of the truck. The boy stood on his toes, trying to figure out what was in the boxes inside of the truck container. Gathering up all of his strength, he climbed into the container and took a look around. He opened up one box and saw it was full of dog food. Dog food? Yuri pondered. He shook his head, must be for some large pet shop instead of some supermarket, Yuri thought. That thought would be soon debunked, as he looked in another box and found pieces of wrapped up beef jerky in them.

Holy crap.

Then it must be for some small money store. Yuri grabbed a handful of the jerky and placed them in his bag, stocking up on food. Oh dear god! Sleeping in that church must've given him some benefits, because tonight he wouldn't have to go hungry again, after having one meal for one night like last night.

He looked in another box and saw a box full of plenty potato chip bags and small juice boxes. Yuri smiled, taking some of them into his bag.

Once his bag was stocked again, he jumped out, holding onto it. He swung his fist merrily with what he found. If he knew that being in a church would give him some benefits, he should've gone into one a long time ago.

He was strutting down the path until his small ears caught a strange noise. Yuri's eyes stood still as he heard the strange sound. It was coming right behind him. He turned around, and he narrowed his eyes.

It was a gray truck with someone, possibly a person in either their late teens or early twenties, behind the wheel. Next to the truck, was a motorcycle and with someone else around the truck driver's age, driving it. Yuri could only stand and watch. The truck and motorcycle stopped next to him.

The person on the motorcycle was wearing a black bandanna on their nose, gray sweater with a red scarf on their shoulders, torn denim jeans and black boots. The person was wearing a pair of black glasses and black motorcycle helmet. He was looking right at Yuri as the person driving the truck came out. The other person was a guy, with dark hair and eyes. He was wearing a black shirt, same denim pants, and sandy yellow boots while holding a smile on his face.

"What are you assholes looking at?" Yuri asked. His mood switched from happy to upset. He was never fond of other people, just like he is right now.

"Hey, hey buddy." The smiling guy said, putting his hands up. "We mean no harm. Name's JJ Leroy and this is my partner," he showed Yuri the guy with the bandana on his nose.

"Otabek Altin." The guy pulled down his bandana and revealed his mouth to say his name.

"How about you?" JJ asked Yuri for his name.

Yuri frowned, but submitted, "Yuri Plisetsky; now what the hell do you want?"

Otabek cleared his throat. "We've got a community just several miles away from here; we're looking for some new inhabitants, would you be interested?"

"Why would I be? What does this community have?" Yuri asked.

"Anything you could ever ask for, running water, electricity, and nice, cozy beds," Otabek explained. He pulled down his glasses and his looked at Yuri with his dark powerful eyes. Which made Yuri's own bluish-green gems widened as he blushed. Otabek pulled out a long, orange envelope and tossed it to Yuri.

Yuri dropped his belongings and caught the item in his hands. He opened it up and saw several photos of the community that Otabek mentioned. He was taken aback. It was true. There were pictures of solar panels outside of a row of houses, a sink with water coming out of it, and the last picture, it caught Yuri unexpectedly. It was a picture of a bed with three guys on it. The three bore a blond man, some dark haired kid in the middle, and some guy with silver hair. They looked like they were hugging the kid in the middle, but the kid looked like he wasn't very comfortable with being in between them.

"Um," Yuri made a 'what-the-hell-is-this' face. That was Otabek took the picture and apologized, saying, "Oh, sorry, that was the only picture of a bed we could take, we were on a tight schedule." He explained.

JJ chuckled. "Eh, let's just say there are a whole lot of diverse people in our community." He rubbed the back of his head.

Yuri raised a brow and wondered if this was a community, who was in charge of it? "Okay, who's the leader if this facility then?"

JJ and Otabek looked at each other. "Oh, Celestino Cialdini; he's cool. He thought that humanity could survive if a whole ton of people gathered and worked together. That's why he established and is leading this place that is called Ciao-Town. There's his picture in there somewhere." JJ told him.

Yuri dug around in the envelope and found a photo of a tanned man with a taupe colored ponytail. It was Celestino alright.

Yuri tucked the photo back, folding his arms. "Tch. Well, too bad for you guys, even if what you said is true, I loathe people with all of my heart and soul, you got it?"

JJ and Otabek looked at each other again. "Well that's too bad," JJ placed his hand up as if he were holding something. "Whether you like it or not, kid, you need people in your life. You can't go on about it by yourself. What would happen if a whole swarm of the undead was limping after you, with no one to help you? Hmm?"

Yuri had not thought of that. Yeah, JJ had a point. Yuri wouldn't like being chased by them and he would get eaten, so, he shuddered at the thought.

"And not only that, there are some good people out there in life, really good people. People that can help you with problems, which especially involve ones that include running from the zombies." JJ said. "Are you getting my drift?"

Yuri would sigh. "Yeah, whatever; I'll go with you to this Ciao-Town or whatever you call it." He said.

"Good!" JJ beamed.

"But," Yuri asserted. "If this is some sort of joke and you're gonna use me as food, this place is turning into a graveyard, you got it?"

JJ's placed his hands in front of him. "We promise you'll be safe, little dude."

Yuri hummed grimly under his teeth, picking up his machete and bag. He looked at Otabek, who apparently had a brow raised up at him. Yuri flinched and cringed.

JJ called for him, as he was standing by the door of his truck."Yo, Yuri, c'mon bro! They're about to serve lunch in a few hours!"

Yuri let out a growl from his throat at Otabek, mentally saying that he didn't like how he had his brow raised at him. Yuri strutted to the passenger side of the door and opened it. The seat was awfully comfortable. He had sat in his grandfather's car, but it was nothing as comfortable as compared to this. It was probably because this truck was a new model and Yuri's grandfather's car was made in either the 50's or 60's.

Damn, as Yuri closed the truck door. He raised his brows as he grabbed the seatbelt. He made himself comfortable as JJ started the engine.

"Hm, I like this," Yuri said.

"Glad you do, now hang on; we're heading back home now!" JJ stated.

Both vehicles drove into the horizon. As Otabek was driving, he pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it.

"Hey, JJ, let's not forget to ask him the questions."

JJ picked up his own walkie-talkie from the dashboard.

"Yeah, we should ask him once we get back," JJ answered.

"Wait a minute, what questions?" Yuri questioned, as he heard what was spoken between them.

"To make sure you're not a psycho, kid," JJ answered. "Such as, how many of the undead have you killed?"

"Well—" Yuri started, looking down at his lap.

"Hey dude, don't spoil it right now. Celestino would want to hear." JJ looked at him.

Yuri rolled his eyes. "Ugh, Whatever." Yuri snorted like a horse and folded his arms over his chest. He put his feet up on the dashboard.

JJ sighed, "Kids nowadays."