Chapter 1-

Hey guys! AsgardianGrizzly here! So, first off I just want to say that I actually had the idea for a Zombie Apocalypse AU a while ago, and I just never got around to it. I read LuqmanRoxas's version and it inspired me to write mine. ;) So, anyways, this story is going to be completely different than her/his. My story is more of a Walking Dead style story. I really hope you enjoy it.

Also, in this fiction the Glader Slang are every day swears, and everyone is a little bit older.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Walking Dead references, I do not own TMR characters.

Inspired by The Walking Dead.

Thomas woke up slowly. His head ached and the vague sound of scraping noise filled his car. He groaned and opened his eyes. A bloody scarred hand was reaching at him through his broken windshield. Thomas screamed and tried to move backwards, only to be stopped by his locked seatbelt. He looked around. The hand connected to a scarred arm with a huge chunk of flesh missing from its bicep.

The wrecked arm turned into a rugged torso with a business suit that was missing huge section of fabric. The living corpse had dimmed skin and hollowed out eyes that were milky gray. The scariest part was the huge chunk missing out of the dead man's head. That was most obviously a fatal wound, and yet the thing walked like it was alive and healthy.

Thomas turned and looked into his backseat. A backpack sat, full of what looked like canned food and a baseball bat leaned on the backpack.

What happened…Thomas thought silently. Last thing he remembered was…nothing? He could remember his family, his name, his last name, everything basic, but no events…unusual…Thomas felt fear knot up in his stomach. He looked at the key that had been abandoned in the ignition of his Toyota Corolla.

Grabbing it tightly, he turned the ignition and sighed in relief as the car started up with a long drawn out rev. Thomas slammed the gas and rammed the undead creature. He tried not to gag at the sound of its bones crunching under the wheels.

He continued driving down the abandoned road. A few cars could be seen along the way but most of them were either to broken to hold any passengers or swarmed with the—things…Thomas suddenly felt lucky.

He had been out cold for who knows how long and he was still alive! The corpses hadn't clawed their way in, he hadn't been swarmed, he'd lived. He'd survived. If he could make it to the city then he'd be safe. He could find his family, his friends, he could call the cops, get them to take the group to safety…who was he kidding? The cops were most likely dead. His friends were most likely dead. His family was most likely dead.

Oh shuck.

Teresa. Chuck. His girlfriend and his brother. What had happened to them? Were they still alive?

Thomas' thoughts were interrupted by the sight of skyscrapers on either side. He had reached the city. Thomas had grown up in Glade City, he went to school at Glade High. He and his best friend Aris used to hang out all the time. Thomas froze at the sound of the car sputtering. He looked at the gas meter. Empty. He sighed and grabbed his backpack and his baseball bat and exited the car.

A groan caught his attention and Thomas spun around to see an undead woman stumbling at him. She opened and closed her mouth, grinding her rotted teeth together. Her black hair was knotted and missing in some places and her milky eyes were bloodshot and dead set on Thomas.

Thomas lifted his baseball bat and smacked the woman in the side. She continued moving at him. He slammed again, this time going for a knee. The woman partially collapsed but continued limping at Thomas. He began to panic. Why wasn't she in pain? Why wasn't she collapsing?! He took another swing, hitting the thing dead on in the face. The creature collapsed in a pile of rotted corpse. It began to groan and Thomas yelped, smashing the thing's skull in multiple times. It stopped twitching.

Go for the head.

Alright then.

Thomas looked at the disgusting filth on his belt and decided it best to keep the bat away from anything he was going to eat or drink. He rested it on his shoulder and put the backpack over his other shoulder.

Then he began walking.

Thomas turned another corner. On the way he had found quite a few dead people, but they were unmoving, a lot of them had bullet wounds in their heads. A few moving corpses had tried to eat Thomas but he'd bashed their heads in with his bat rather easily.

That was until he turned that corner. The one corner out a million that he just had to turn! When he turned that corner he was suddenly standing roughly 10 feet from hundreds of the undead, cannibalistic, corpses.

Thomas gasped, catching the attention of quite a few of the things. He spun around and began sprinting for his life, clutching his baseball bat and backpack tightly as he ran. The horde couldn't run but they definitely stumbled over each other quickly.

Thomas screamed and turned another corner, he continued running as hard as he could, but one of them jumped at his heels.

Suddenly an arm shot out of a nearby alley and dragged Thomas in, slamming the gate behind him. Thomas screamed again, punching the supposed undead corpse in the face.

"Aw, Shuck, man!" the completely alive boy snapped, grabbing his—now bleeding—nose.

"Sorry!" Thomas threw his hands up in the air.

"It's fine, just—whatever, let's go," the boy was muscular, with black hair and olive skin. He began running down the alley and Thomas ran after him, moans and groans slamming against the gate behind him.

The boy made it to the end of the alley and came to a metal door in a building. He yanked the door open and shoved Thomas in, following swiftly. The teen—18, 19 ish—grabbed Thomas's arm and began tugging him up a staircase. Thomas was panting and the boy had barely broken a sweat. Did he ever get tired?! The two made it all the way to the roof and by that time more groans could be heard in the stairwell. The boy closed up the hatch, took a running start and jumped across from the current rooftop, to then next. A good long 4 ft gap between them.

Thomas swallowed hard.

The boy held out his hands, "Throw me your bag and your bat!"

"What!? No!" Thomas snapped, frustrated, "You're just going to run off and leave me here!"

"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead!" the boy shot back.

Thomas sighed and chucked his bag and his bat at the boy, who caught them easily.

"Take a running start!" the boy commanded and Thomas turned around, only to be stopped by a loud groaning. The undead things started shoving at the door and a loud creak signified they almost had it open.

Thomas shouted and ran at the ledge, leaping forwards. He collided harshly with the older boy and the boy regained his footing and helped Thomas up.

"Congratulations," the boy said, "My name is Minho. And I just saved your life."

Alright guys! There's my first chapter! Yay! So, I really hope you guys like the story, and I will continue to update soon enough! Let me know if you guys want to see anything happen and I'll do my best.

-AG