Author's note: All characters and plotlines are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead (Just in Case)

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Chapter 1- The fight begins.

The scream triggered my eyes, they burst open. I then pushed myself out of bed, I noticed that my wife wasn't next to me but I had to run to the origin of the scream, my son, Jaxson. I entered his room where he was sat upright, head in his hands. I sat beside him, patted his back and he looked at me, with tears in his eyes. He was a nine year old boy who had a nightmare.

He had been having those more often recently; they are of his mother dying. I had already been to therapists but they always ask if he's under stress; I say no but they don't believe me. Jaxson wiped his eyes and wrapped his arms around me, I told him to get dressed, scuffled his flaxen hair and left.

When I went downstairs, I noticed a note on the refrigerator. 'Gone to the Supermarket, won't be long, love Carolynne xxx' I expected as much. Carolynne always got up earlier than I and she does things to occupy her mind, today was the grocery shopping. I began to make cereal as Jaxson came downstairs, he asked me could he go out the back garden, I agreed.

He's always had an active imagination. From the age of seven he's loved the back garden; he built a fort made out of leftover cardboard. After he'd finished playing, he comes in and tells me and Carolynne what adventures he'd been on. One day he'd be slaying dragons and the other he would be in a rock band, playing at Wembley.

I heard him yell from the garden but I ignored it, screams were normal when he was playing whether it'd be en guard or expelliarmus; but this time, it was just a yell. I assumed he was a frightened villager in a dragon attack so I just poured my milk when the door slammed open; the words rang in my ear.

"Dad there's a monster." He bellowed. I wanted to believe that it was just his imagination but I could tell by the look on his face that there was something out there, whatever it was. I scurried to the window; that's when I saw it.

It was a man, well, it looked like one but it had blood all over its mouth and it had ripped clothes. It looked like it hadn't showered for years. It looked… Dead. I made eye contact with it as it approached the door, when it saw me, its mouth opened to reveal a pit of rotten teeth.

It began smashing the door, trying to break it down, I pushed against it but it was so strong. The door swung open, hitting me against the wall; the monster approached me, mouth open when Jaxson screamed. It turned to look at him and ran towards him. It pulled Jaxson's hair and tried to what looked like, eat him.

I surveyed the room for something to hit it with when I saw a broom leaning against the fridge; I picked it up and swung it at the monster's head. It fell to the floor. Jaxson ran to me and wrapped his arms around me.

Still in shock, my first reaction was to switch the news on, Jaxson paced around the room as I stood right in front of the T.V, where I was met by a Breaking News story. I pulled Jaxson to sit on the couch beside me.

The newsreader, who normally had a child-like grin slapped on her face; was staring blankly into the camera, and even her thick layers of make-up could not hide how ghostly pale her face was. Her blue lips slowly separated to say…

"There is a virus that is plaguing the world; it is making the dead come back to life, rendering them dangerous and unintelligent. The human population is rapidly decreasing and we urge you to find safety immediately, and at all costs; don't leave your homes."

Me and Jaxson exchanged looks and we then both stared at the thing in the kitchen. Jaxson walked towards it.

"So this was a person?" I didn't know how to answer him; I stood beside him, and his bright, cerulean coloured eyes made me feel guilty for killing it. I nodded as Jaxson noticed the note on the fridge and screamed "Mom!"

I had forgotten about her, she was out in the newly plagued world. What if she was attacked by one of those things? Is she safe? I knew I had to go and get her, whatever it took.

"Is it safe out there?" Jaxson asked and again; I had no answers. Instead, I looked out if the front window into the street where I could never prepare myself for what I saw.

There stood my next door neighbour, Cassie. She was just rocking back and forth directly in front of the window. She was one of them. She had her work uniform on, she was probably just leaving. Jaxson walked behind me and gasped loudly, catching her attention.

The zombified version of Cassie began turning around, slowly. I pushed Jaxson onto the floor and knelt down beside him, he began to whimper so I placed my finger on his mouth.

I could no longer hear the excessive moaning of Cassie so I slowly began to rise, I had just peered my head into sight when something grabbed my hair, I saw that it was Cassie. I yanked her arms off my head and it took a chunk of hair with it.

I took Jaxson's hand and lead him out through the back door. The fences that separated us from the street of neighbours were broken down into pieces. Jaxson and I began walking in the path of the neighbouring gardens.

Jaxson tugged on my arm and looked up to me. "Where are we going dad?" He asked. I knelt down and put my arms on his shoulders.

"We're off to get your mother."