A lone police car slowly came to a stop on the abandoned Georgia road, the back trunk clicked and opens. On the driver's side a police officer steps out, he glances briefly at an overturned truck before heading to the back of the car to pull out a red gas can and heads toward the gas station.
The passenger side door opens and a young man steps out, he surveys his surroundings with eyes like that of a startled deer, noticing the officer is already halfway on the other side of the road and runs to catch up with him. He doesn't want to be left here by himself.
"I have a sinking feeling that there's not gonna be any gas here," he tells the officer as they pass another car, a human corpse with a gaping hole in its forehead. He grimaces and pulls the collar of his T-shirt over his nose in an attempt to block out the smell.
"Don't say that," the officer replies as the gas station comes closer into view, "besides, you don't know unless you actually try." His lips sink into a disappointed frown when he sees a little sign hanging by the pumps.
NO GAS
The young man behind him smirks, "See, what I tell you? No gas." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation. "We could…we could continue driving and find some gas in a hou-"
The officer cuts him off with a shush, "Did you hear that?"
Both of them listen, straining their ears detect the slightest of sounds…There it was! It sounded like feet scuffing along the concrete. They both slowly get down on his hands and knees, looking under the car to see pair of slipperd feet shambling by most likely belonging to a child; they stop at a stuffed bear and a hand reaches down to pick it up, the feet resume their walking.
The officer gives a hopeful gasp, gets up and quickly runs around the car to grab the kid's attention. His companion jumps up after him.
"Rick," he hisses, "Rick wait! Get back here!" he reaches out to grab the officer's arm. The officer, now dubbed Rick, shrugs him off.
It's a girl; her back is turned to both of them. Rick calls out to her in calm voice.
"Little girl? I'm a policeman" the girl stops walking, Rick takes a few steps towards her only to be pulled back by the young man behind him. Rick pushes him off again, "Nick stop it, cut it out."
The young man, Nick, gives up and stands back several paces, he knew this girl wouldn't be able to help them. The familiar bruised ashy colored skin had told him enough. He'll learn, he'll learn to tell the difference…if he survives.
"Look don't be afraid, okay?" Rick reaches out reassuringly, "Little girl."
She turns around, blood spattered on her robe and pajama top. Her eyes pale and lifeless, a small gash on the right side of her forehead, and half her face ripped away to reveal her gums and braced teeth.
Rick gives a disappointed sigh and lets his hand drop back to his side.
The dead girl lets out a growl and slowly walks towards them. Rick curses and pulls out his revolver. Before it can even break into a run he pulls the trigger.
AN: Got this idea for a crossover of these two shows after having a conversation with how the series might be different if the FTWD somehow became part of TWD. It's just a standalone introductory chapter for now, I will upload more later if you want to see more.
Been in a bit of a slump with writing so I thought doing a crossover of the two shows that I have been obsessing over for the past few months.