"Sons of the Dead"

A JPD FAN FICTION

This takes place after the end of season six of Sons of Anarchy and the end of season three of The Walking Dead.

It's been just over a year since I lost my wife. Well, truly I lost her well before that day. The club, the life, it tore me away from her and from my sons. The need to remain in that chair, the need to push the club in the direction of something more legitimate… It ended up being for nothing. Our charter, our territory… It's all lost at this point. I don't even know if I'll ever feel the California ground beneath my wheels again. We've left the west coast. We've traveled cross-country in search of a land free from this disaster…

…We're still searching.

"Jackie boy! … Jax! We've got to move!" Chibs called through his thick Scottish accent.

Jax looked up from his notebook and noticed the dozen-or-so walkers heading in their direction. They'd stopped at a gas station to gather supplies. The charter was no longer whole. Jax still rode with the President patch with Chibs at his left and Happy at his right. Tig still remained a loyal member with Bobby Elvis, Rat, Quinn, West and Montez. Juice, however never made it out of California. He and Happy had made a supply run for some extra rations before hitting the road. Happy then reported that Juice had been bit and he then did what was necessary.

The club rode their bikes while Unser drove him, Gemma and the boys, Abel and Thomas, in a new pick-up truck they looted somewhere around the Oklahoma-Texas border.

Two of the walkers seemed to gain momentum as they drew closer to the gas station. Jax shut his notebook and quickly looked around. He noticed Gemma and the boys were not in the pick-up. "Where are they, Wayne?"

Unser looked to Jax, "I… I don't know! Inside I think… Shit!"

"Damn it," Jax said, "Hap! Hold 'em off!"

"Oh yes I will," Happy grabbed a steel pipe he'd propped into one of his saddlebags and approached the nearest walkers as if it were good sport.

"Gem!" Bobby called as he swung the doors to the gas station open and revealed her standing at the counter with the boys. Abel was flipping through a comic book and Thomas was munching away on a cookie.

Gemma looked over, "What is it?"

"Sorry sweetheart," Bobby said, "We've got to get moving."

"All right," Gemma said with a hint of annoyance, "Let's go boys, back in the car with Uncle Wayne."

"Touchey!" Abel said as he hopped down from the counter.

Gemma laughed, "Let's try not to call him that anymore…"

"I don't even want to know how that got started," Bobby said as he grabbed a pack of Twinkies from the shelf.

"You sure you need those, Elvis?"

"You're not my ex-wife, Gem."

"I'm much prettier than her."

"Heheh, I won't argue."

"Let's go!" Jax yelled from outside.

Gemma grabbed Thomas and followed Bobby and Abel outside. Two shots fired as the other walkers got closer. In their time on the road, they realized they needed space before they started up the bikes as they would only draw more with the noise. This also means they needed space before stopping. The undead weren't very good at tracking noise, so once they were a mile or two away from a herd or large group, they were typically safe.

Unser made sure Gemma and the boys were in the truck, gave Jax a thumbs up and they started the bikes. Happy finished off one last walker with the now-bloodied pipe. He tossed the overly-used weapon on the ground and ran back to his bike.

"Have fun?" Chibs asked.

"I'm a happy guy!" Happy said as he kick-started his Harley. The engines revved in unison before their convoy took off and the last walkers faded into the distance.

Jax and Chibs led the way, with Unser's truck not far behind and the other club members strategically scattered around them to protect the precious cargo. As they continued down the country roads, they eventually came to an intersection where they saw three bodies digging through an old sedan. Chibs noticed a nicely modified Triumph bike not far from the scene and signaled for the convoy to stop. Jax took notice of the fiends evidently tearing through the car.

"Let's take a look at the parts on that bike," Chibs said.

"What about them?" Tig asked.

"Keep an eye on 'em," Chibs said, "Three biters is just an appetizer for Happy here!"

"Just be quick," Jax said, "Rat, go with him."

Rat hopped off his bike, "You got it, boss!"

Jax shook his head as Chibs and Rat approached the dirtied bike.

"Off road tires," Chibs said.

Rat reached down and touched the pipes, "Damn it!" he said too loud for comfort, "Pipes are still hot."

Chibs grabbed his gun—

"Don't even think about it," one of the clearly-not-undead people had returned from the car and now pointed a crossbow directly at Chibs.

Chibs left his gun holstered, "Easy there, fella." He and Rat then looked over to the rest of the crew and found that a black woman and a short-haired white woman had semi-automatic rifles pointed at them.