A/N: Well hi there. To the readers that were reading the WWE Fan Fiction, I am scrapping it. I am also scrapping my Walking Dead fan fiction as well to restart a new one. I deeply apologize. I can't do two fics at once and I was doing the WWE one more than the Walking Dead one. I have so many ideas for a Walking Dead fan fic, so I will stick to that one and that one only. Sorry for that.

This fan fiction will only focus on one main character. Like in the television series, the main character was on a quest to find his family. This is similar to that. Enjoy, rate, favourite, review... do other things too! Like eat a cookie, drink some water, watch The Godfather. I don't know it's your life do what you want... i'll shut up now...

His eyes quickly opened, and immediately his brain had a stinging sensation. He lifted his head up a bit and held the sides of his skull with both hands, and scrunched his face. He had no idea what the hell happened. He eventually sat up against a counter in his cafe. His creased purple T-Shirt with a picture of a surfer on the front and long, black jeans had blood all over it. He almost felt sick. He tried not to think about it. He remembers his age, 27, his girlfriend's name, Bonnie, his name ... Pete.

All he remembers was cleaning up his cafe, and seeing someone stand outside, banging against the glass. A man. Pete thought he was a homeless man, and would have given him a slice of cheesecake or a chocolate milk because he was desperate. If it was anybody else he would have told them to go fuck themselves. He had opened the door to let him in, and he was a homeless man. But he wasn't hungry for a dessert ... he was hungry for Pete.

The man had pushed Pete back into the cafe. He remembers tripping over a chair, and that was it. The next thing he knows he awakes.

Pete was so confused as to what had happened. He used the counter to pull himself up, and he turned around. He quickly bobbed back down to the sillouhette of a man, facing away from Pete. It must have been the homeless man. He began to panic.

"You're awake."

Pete didn't respond, and stayed down. He heard slow and steady footsteps of the man, heading in his direction now. He closed his eyes and wished it was all a dream, and he was at home with his beautiful girlfriend. The footsteps had stopped, and Pete slowly opened his eyes. The man was standing next to him. Pete looked up. It was not the homeless man at all - no... not even close.

"Who are you?" Pete asked.

"Names don't matter, not anymore." He responded. He must have been in his fifties. He had a long overcoat on, and a hat you would wear out in the West. Was he a cowboy? No that's impossible. Nothing like that in Atlanta.

"Wh- what do you mean names don't matter?"

"Son, do you know who that man was who attacked you?"

Pete slowly shook his head back and forth. The man extended his hand, and Pete grabbed it and the man lifted him up. Pete followed the man into the store room of the cafe. Why was there a random man who had never even met in his cafe? He is intruding. Tresspassing. He could take him out right now or threaten to call the police, but something refrained him from doing that. He didn't know what. Maybe he had saved him from the man. As they stepped foot into the store room, Pete gasped in disgust. There was the homeless man, laid dead in a pool of blood.

"What the fuck?!" Pete yelled out.

"Leave him there. This will be the last time you will ever see your precious cafe. Such a shame too - you made excellent coffee." The man told Pete. Pete grabbed the man and pushed him against the wall angrilly.

"You killed this man?! You're a monster! I'm calling the cops!"

"Cops?!" The man let out a hard laugh. "There's no such thing anymore. No police, no firemen, no paramedics - absolutely nothing." He explained.

"What?!"

"You have no idea about the virus, do you?"

Pete stared into the man's eyes with confusion on his face. The man grabbed Pete's hands and pushed them towards Pete.

"Come on, let's go." The man said, as he headed towards the store room door.

"Where are we going?" Pete asked.

"Far, far away." The man headed out the door, before poking his head back into the room. "Oh and by the way, don't play the blame game. I did what I had to do. Besides ... he was already dead." The man then left. Pete on the other hand, remained stationery in the store room.

"Wait a second." Pete ran out of the room after him. "I am not going with you until you give me a reasonable explanation onto what the actual fuck is going on!"

"Such a mouth on you, son." The man replied.

Pete didn't care. The man sighed and sat down on one of the chairs. The man signaled to Pete to take a seat on the chair opposite him, and he did so.

"You were knocked out cold for a good five hours." The man started.

"Five hours?! Holy shit! My girlfriend must be worried sick as to where I am!"

"I don't think so. She probably stopped worrying when she turned."

"Turned?"

"Let me explain. This is going to be hard to believe, but as we speak right now ... the apocalypse is happening. No, not natural disaster's or God's wrath ... but the dead. The dead are walking the earth. Now I don't know how it started, but it all happened so fast before anyone could do anything about it. One turned into two, two turned into four, four to eight, eight to sixteen and so on - it just kept getting bigger until eventually, the dead overpopulated Atlanta."

"Wait, wait, wait... I'm still not following. You mean to tell me that America is dealing with ... zombies?"

"Precisely. And that is why we have to leave now. It would be better to leave when the sun rises, but we have no time."

The man stood up and headed to the door.

"One more thing..." Pete said, standing up also.

"What?" He asked.

"How did you know I was here? I mean, you saved my life. I could have... well... become one of them, right?"

"Yes, well. I was following that walker for a while. I wanted to kill him, see if he had anything on him. He didn't."

"Wait you killed him for fun?"

"Yeah, gets my hyped up."

"For what?"

"...death."

The man leaves the cafe, which leaves Pete in middle of the cafe thinking about what he has to leave behind. He has to leave everything behind, but there is one main thing he doesn't want to ever forget about - Bonnie. He wants to find her and see if she's okay. He ran after the man and called out to him - he was nowhere to be found. Pete looked around in the misty darkness of the night. He saw two lights flash on in the distance after the sound of a car engine. The lights headed towards him, before a blue ute was visible. It stopped next to Pete, and there was the man.

"Climb in, son."

"Wait, before we go wherever we are going I just need to ... to..."

The man sighs and shakes his head with a smile on his face.

"You wanna check if your girl is okay, am I right?"

"That would be nice."

"Okay, climb in."

Pete climbs into the car, and closes the door.

"Here you'll be needing this..." The man reached behind his chair and picked up a Python. Pete stared at the handgun and picked it up.

"I don't know how to use one of these." Pete told the man.

"I'll teach you." He replied.

"I don't know what to say - thank you for all this. I just-" Pete started, but was interuppted by a walker's head popping up at Pete's window. Pete screamed.

"Son, put your window down." The man said to him.

"Are you crazy?!" Pete yelled.

"Just do it!"

Pete hesistated, but quickly wound down the window. The walker tried climbing in, but the man shot the walker's head. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Pete's heart stopped rushing as he looked at the double-barrell shotgun the man held in his right hand. He threw it behind his seat, and Pete looked over his chair. He couldn't believe it. There was at least 30 different guns and weapons in the back. He looked at the man.

"Who are you?!" He asked.

The man threw on a smirk and with his rusty, but badass voice he replied: "Henry Rivers".

A/N: Haha you know what's funny? While thinking of a name for the man, I was going to put Chuck Norris instead of Henry Rivers, but I thought it would be too funny. xD I want this fan fic to be dead serious, so sorry to the ones who thought, "Oh man he definitely should have put Chuck Norris!"

Anyway, lol, thanks for reading. Plenty more to come.

Until next time, I'm Keelan Cetinich, say hi to your mum for me!