Notes... Gonna be a lot because this story is gonna be a lot...

You should know that I greatly dislike 'anthro' or the act of making balto characters into humanoid forms... You know, like having them wear clothes, walk on two legs, holding a gun etc... But I also love The Walking Dead, and have my own ideas for episodes of the great series. I also love Balto... Imagination is a great and powerful thing, how on earth would you go about injecting The Walkers into 1928 Nome? The imagination fixes that. Use it wisely.

So, as you're reading this... Picture them as normal wolves and dogs, you know? They walk of four paws like normal, do no wear cloths except for the occasional hat, and use guns, knifes, everything you see in the walking dead. It's... Going to be hard to imagine... Again, the imagination is powerful, use it correctly and you will see what I see in my mind as I write these characters. Enjoy!

Story takes place around the third season of TWD, so in the story, it's about early Fall, 2012.

Opening Scene

Balto walked alone, down a dusty road, into an old abandoned car lot. He knew where he had to go, he knew who he needed to find, and he knew what was happening. The only problem was that he didn't know where He came from, or anything from the past for that matter. As far as he was concerned, he had no family, no job, no home, and right now, no car.

He smirked as he walked up to a nearly untouched black 2012 Dodge Charger. He always wanted one before the outbreak... Now his wish could be granted. He patted the top of the car for a second before walking off. His destination was the dealers' office, and he found fun in being able to throw a large brick into the side of the 14 foot panel of glass. Satisfied with the loud explosion, he climbed his way in and quickly found where the dealer kept the keys to each car on the lot. He tore out the whole drawer, each key being in its own envelope, it would take a while... Or would it? He stupidly checked the license plate of the car he wanted, then shuffled trough and found the correct file.

He opened it, and examined the cars previous owners. It was a picture of a happy middle aged man, and his admittedly attractive daughter, and her brother. Balto silently felt for the missing member of the picture, the mother, and really hoped deep down that she simply could not make it to take the picture. He tore the keys out of its taped position and slammed the folder closed. He took a deep breath at the memories of his own Mother surfaced, then shook his head for a second and pounded both of his fists down on the counter. The force caused it to nearly break in half.

An idea surfaced, and caused him to form a devious smile, he began to destroy everything. A good way to blow off steam. He laughed as he picked up a rather heavy, but - useless now - plasma screen TV, and tossed it down onto a large glass showcase. He broke every window, and tore apart the walls in the building, throwing chairs off of the second story into various trophies and awards that he figured were fake anyway.

Satisfied, he walked out of the rubble with keys in hand and quickly hopped into his new Dodge Charger.

"80%ish tank of gas, everything looks like smooth sailing ahead. Anchorage, here I come." Balto said with a smile.

He yelled in happiness as he flipped the convertible top down and slammed the gas pedal to the floor, instantly hitting 120 MPH along the 600 mile long nonstop highway to Anchorage.

He paid no mind to the few walkers that entered the now destroyed dealers' office, no doubt attracted to the noise he caused.

THE WALKING DEAD

(Now play the intro music in your head because that's what I'm doing right now lol)

(Camera pans to the horizon, shows Balto driving off down an endless Alaskan highway, intro music starts.)