this is a Supernatural / Walking dead crossover. This story has a few OC's in it.
Disclaimer: read thoroughly because I'll only mention this once, I do not own The Walking Dead OR Supernatural. I only own my OC's.
Chapter one : Come ridin' in to clean the town?
Christopher P.O.V.
I stumbled into the city with the little hope I got left, wondering when it would end. I had nothing or no one to live for anymore, so why do I keep going?
My mother was killed by the military in the hospital. They shot her in the head even though she wasn't infected. But then again, those bastards shot everyone. The dead and the living.
My dad was gone, long before I could safe him. he was bitten and turned into one of them, eating our dog. My sister ended her own life after being bit, which resulted to her not coming back like the rest. I put my dad down. My two older brothers, brother in law and nephew are missing. Probably dead like the rest.
I've been on my own for nearly two weeks now, with two granola bars, one bottle water, my katana, a knife and a colt python with only five bullets in, left.
"Damn, gotta stop daydreaming." I muttered. I had to be cautious since Atlanta didn't look like a safe haven. Unless it was one for the dead but I seriously doubted that. I'd expected herds of survivors, army soldiers, tanks, food and water. I'd found a herd right, only not the herd I wanted to find.
"Oh…" I said before turning around casually to the way I came, only to see more, way more walkers I could handle. "Fuck my life…" I groaned before taking of, away from the undead. I scrambled away as fast I could, climbing over a fence somewhere in an alley. However, I didn't stop running, it would be a matter of time before those things broke through the fence. I was running into another herd of walkers, whom were after some guy while others were feasting on a horse.
"Kid! We've got to run." The man said, grabbing my arm and forcing me away.
"You idiot! Why come this way?" I asked outraged. I knew it wasn't really his fault but I had to vent a little.
"They saw you anyway." Was his reply.
"Aw? Shit!" I groaned when I realized we were surrounded. I dropped my backpack an took out my katana.
He took out his colt python and started shooting them in the head, he had the same gun as me. I unshed my katana, slashing an stinking bastard's head diagonally. I slashed five other before the stranger grabbed my arm and started pulling me to the tank. We climbed on top of it, I took out the dead who're climbing on the tank as well with my katana, slicing off their heads. The stranger opened the tank's hatch and jumped in, I quickly followed closing the hatch again. A groan startled me, a dead guy in the tank was advancing on the stranger. Without thinking I snatched my gun and shot the walker between his eyes. The bullet flew through his head, hitting the steel wall, echoing the gunshot rather loudly. The stranger and I both jammed our ears shut, releasing it when the noise faded away.
"Couldn't use your sword, could you?" the stranger said while going over to the corpse, trying to find something useful.
"What about a thank you? I saved your life didn't I? wasn't my fault the bullet flew through his head." I simply said when he was pocketing a gun with a grenade.
"Thank you and no it wasn't I guess, so who're you?"
"Chris Winchester. You?" I asked while shaking his hand.
"Rick Grimes."
"Nice too meet you then." I said while releasing his hand and turning around.
"Yeah, though I wouldn't complain if it was under better circumstances." Rick replied making me nod.
"Yeah well, what are we going to do? We're trapped like rats in a cage." I asked, turning around again. He stared at me.
"What, never saw a kid kill some dead before?" I asked sarcastically.
"Where are your parents?"
"Like the most of us. Dead."
"I'm sorry."
"Isn't your fault, so why are you here? Also I have to ask, are you nuts? Those things not only react to smell but also to noise! Why the hell were you shooting them with a gun? You acted as if this was the first day you were in this mess!" I scolded which was pretty ironic if you thought about it. Me, a sixteen year old teenager scolding a grown up.
"I'm searching my wife and son, and actually, this is my second day in here."
"What? Are you serious?" I asked while arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm a sheriff, I was shot on duty. Been in a coma until I awakened yesterday."
I let out a whistle. "Must have pissed your pants when you first saw everything. Anyway, what are we going to do?" I asked, at the same time a crackling noise could be heard from the walkie-talkie.
"Hey you." A voice rung from the walkie-talkie, "The two of you in the tank, cozy in there?"
Rick leaped over and grabbed the walkie-talkie, yelling, "Hello? Hello?"
"Ah good." The man said "You had me wondering, you two aren't bit or scratched right?"
"No. but we're trapped." I said.
"No duh Sherlock." The man commented.
"Listen man, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you, we're a little panicking here." Rick urged.
"Oh man." The man chuckled. "You two should come see it from up here, you'd be having a major freak-out."
"I believe ya." I responded.
"Got any advice for us?" Rick urged.
"Yeah, you wouldn't know how to drive a tank?" The voice asked. I perked up.
"No." Rick said as I said "Yes." He looked at me funnily.
"What is it already?" the man asked annoyed.
"Yes, I can." I confirmed.
"My father used to be a general. He was one of the military so he showed me some things." I answered Rick's unasked question.
"Well, you can't drive with it. It's as slow as those things. Also, it's probably defect or something." Rick pointed out.
"Yes, you're right, but I can still fire."
"Okay, shoot then."
"Yeahyeah, you'll have to clear the top of the tank so we can get out easily." I said as I started to prepare. In the meantime, Rick once again opened the hatch. Shooting them.
"Use your knife, we can't attract to many noises!" I snapped before aiming at some building. I shot before leaping up on the tank.
As all the walkers went to the building I took my backpack which I dropped when we got swarmed before running into an alley with Rick.
"In here!" a voice yelled, the familiar voice from in the tank. Sadly enough the voice also reached to some walkers.
I groaned as I saw them, I ran between Rick an the new guy. The new guy started climbing a ladder, I quickly followed as I saw them closing in. Rick quickly started climbing after me until a walker grabbed his foot. I grabbed my gun, throwing it to him while he was struggling to free himself and to not get bitten. He caught the gun and aimed at the head before pulling the trigger. We continued climbing until we reached the first flight. We rested a little after he returned my gun with only three bullets left in it.
"Y' alright?" I asked Rick.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood," the Asian guy muttered with sarcasm, "You the new sheriff? Come ridin' in to clean the town?" I snickered lightly at the comment.
"That wasn't exactly my intention…" Rick said.
"Yeah whatever, yeehaw, you're still a dumbass."
"So true." I stated. The Asian man grinned.
"I like you kid."
"Thanks, I'm Chris Winchester, and our supposed to be savior is Rick Grimes."
"Nice to meet ya, I'm Glenn."
"Nice to meet you too Glenn." Rick said. I groaned as I looked down at the walkers, Glenn and Rick went over to me and looked down as well.
"How can they do that?" Glenn muttered. Some walkers were trying to climb up the ladder.
Glenn looked over to the ladder above us. I looked up at the ladder above us as well.
"Bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us." I said before climbing up on the ladder, Glenn was next, followed by Rick. Once we were on top of the building I spotted two walkers. I took out my knife, throwing it. It hit the mark before I sliced the second walker's head with my katana. I pulled out my knife of the walker's head, cleaning it on the walker's clothes, I did the same with my katana. Both Rick and Glenn seemed impressed, I guess years of hunting paid off.
We soon started crossing rooftops in silence until Rick asked, "Are you the one who barricaded the alley?"
"Somebody did," Glenn replied. "I guess when the city got overrun, whoever did it was probably thinking not many walkers could get through."
I snorted. They looked at me questioningly. "What?" I asked seeing their faces. "That wouldn't help against a whole herd like with the tank."
Yeah, how come you can work with those?" Glenn asked curiously.
"My father worked in the army before he quit, I learned some things from being at their base after school." I said while shrugging.
"Oh."
"Not that I'm not happy, but why did you help us out?" Rick asked while turning his focus on Glenn.
"Call it foolish, naïve hope, that if I'm ever in shit, somebody might do the same for me." Glenn said while opening a hatchet.
"Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you." Glenn said as we were getting out of the building. Once we were on a staircase, Glenn took out a walkie-talkie. "I'm back. Got two guests, plus six geeks, no four… Two… One… Ya know, just open the goddamn door." I heard Glenn say as I got rid of the six loners walking.
The door slammed open, two guys in heavy armor got out while eyeing the six dead walkers before glancing over to me. Glenn, Rick and I bolted inside.
When the five of us were inside a blond woman bolted towards Rick, grabbed him with his shirt and pushed him against a crate while holding a gun at his head. "Son of a bitch! We should kill you for that move!" she screamed as I put my own gun against her head. "Now darling, let Rick go unless you want a fucking hole in your brain, bitch." I threatened. "Chill out Andrea. Back off." A man told her but she didn't move an inch.
"Now immediately or I won't hesitate to shoot you in the head." I threatened coldly again. This time she lowered her gun, sobbing. "This is it, we're all going to die."
"What do you mean?" Rick asked.
I holstered my python again while saying. "Rick remember the tank I fired with? That thing makes a lot of noise."
"Yes." The guy said while guiding us deeper into the mall.
"You know what you do when you're scavenging? Or rather, what you don't do? Shooting like a lunatic!" A male African man said while standing next to an African woman. We all stopped at the front room and I saw what I feared. Dozens of walkers were smacking the first front doors set, moaning and groaning against the glass. One was smacking the glass door with a brick.
"Shit." I muttered.
"All geeks in the area heard you two." The black woman answered.
"Yep," the woman called Andrea said pessimistically. "You two just rang the dinner bell. Get the picture now Rick, kid?"
"The kid has a name Blondie, it's Chris Winchester." I responded through gritted teeth, she was really annoying me.
"I'm T-dog, that's Jacqui, and that's Morales and Andrea." The big black African man said while pointing to everyone individually.
"You know, you should teach your kid some manners!" Blondie scolded Rick.
I chuckled. "He's not my father Blondie. My parents are rotting somewhere."
"My name is Andrea KID!" she snapped.
"Whatever you say Blondie…" I said while sighing.
"Hey T-dog, try that CB. Try to flag the others." Morales said.
"Got no signal, I'll try my luck on the roof." He responded before gunshots were heard.
"Oh no." I heard Jacqui mutter.
"Was that Dixon?" Blondie complained.
"Wait?" I started, causing them to look at me. "You mean Dixon as in Merle and Daryl Dixon?"
This was chapter one, chapter two is coming!
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