So, as a fan of HOTD, I figured it was only natural to make my own imprint on the show and manga. Enter Michael Weaver, my OC that I have had on paper for a long time. I've been meaning to write a story about him, but never had the time, till now. I am currently writing a second chapter so it should be up before too long.

Sit back, grab your bottle of jack, or cup of tea, or water or whatever you drink. Be sure to write a review if you so desire. and of course...Enjoy...

1

The wind blew ominously down deserted alley ways, making a weird whistling sound as it passed through the streets of Tokonosu. The sheer oppressive desolation hung heavy in the air. Not a soul in sight, a sound for miles.

Until the soft padding of feet approached.

Eight pairs of feet to be exact.

Slipping through the shadows of the abandoned city, the group flew down grey corridors and cleared streets as they moved through. Three men, four women, a child and a puppy dashed on, rushing for safety.

Silence, again. Nothing could be heard as the barrel of an AR-15 poked out into the sunlight and surveyed the street. Nothing moved.

"Clear. Move it up." Came a Southern American accent, rather strange for central Japan.

"I got it back here." Said a voice in English, though with a Japanese accent.

Michael Weaver got up and prowled into the sunlight, AR-15 at the ready, sweeping left and right.

"Come on out, Biters." Michael snickered, "I'll only bite back,"

He suddenly broke into a run, across the deserted freeway and into an alley on the other side. He swept and cleared the alley, ensuring there were none of them. For two painfully slow minutes, Weaver investigated the alley, until he was sure there was nothing.

He went to street and motioned for the others to come over.

Saya Takagi, followed by Shizuka Marikawa and Alice Maresato, bolted from cover and rushed to Weaver's position. Weaver held the opening and motioned for the next group to come over.

"Sure took your sweet time, Cowboy," Saya said in her usual grumpy voice.

"House service, sweetheart," came the snarky reply, "Had to make the beds, you know."

Takashi Komuro and Rei Miyamoto came next, dashing up to the alley. Takashi joined Weaver while Rei and Saya stared down the alley in the event more of them show up.

Next came Kohta Hirano and Saeko Busujima, followed by Zeke. The breath in Weaver's throat caught as he watched Saeko running towards him.

He smirked to himself.

All together, they continued on.

"Not a single one for the last two days," Weaver said finally, "Anyone else think there's something wrong?"

"Not at all, but I know what you mean," Rei said as she peeked around a corner.

After covering a good amount of distance, Alice began to sniffle.

"Oni-chan, I'm tired."

"We're all tired, sweetheart," Takashi replied, "hang tough, we'll find beds soon."

They turned a corner, only to find one of them.

Or rather, what was left of it. The arms, legs and head had been cut off, the head stuck on a pipe. Its stomach had been ripped open and blood and entrails were splattered everywhere.

Weaver stalked forward and poked the dead zombie, then began laughing.

"This one needs to be glued back together, it seems…"

"Yeah, maybe in hell," Takashi replied as he walked around the body, giving it a wide berth. Mrs. Shizuka held Alice in her arms and shielded her eyes from the grisly sight.

"Who would do this?" She asked in horror.

"No idea, but they know how to cut up a body." Weaver responded, then began to snicker, "as if that's a profession."

"Maybe if you're an autopsy doctor for the police," Kohta piped up.

"Perhaps," Weaver nodded.

A tingle on Saeko's neck caused her to turn suddenly.

"What is it, onee-san?" Alice asked.

"I don't know," she replied, "I felt like, we are being watched."

"Whoever did this may be hanging around," Takashi agreed, "Let's get out of here."

The group left the scene, but Saeko's hunch proved right. No one saw the ghostly figure that watched Saeko leave, then retreat down an alley way.

XXXXX

The door was nailed shut, but that didn't stop a solid boot from breaking it off its hinges. The tip of a Luger P08 poked in and Kohta Hirano scouted the hotel reception room. It was also deserted.

"Okay, gang, bring it in," he called out.

They shuffled inside, Takashi and Weaver bringing up the rear.

"Is that everyone?" Rei asked, "then let's start getting ready for bed."

"Hold on," Weaver called out, "I gotta nail this door back on."

Alice rubbed her eyes, and yawned. It was very late, close to midnight. They had spent the whole day moving across the city. They had chosen the small hotel as a rest stop for its seclusion. There were likely less of them out here.

"Oni-chan," Alice tugged on Kohta's pant leg, "I'm sleepy, and my feet hurt."

"I know, sweet pea, we'll find a bed for you."

Weaver got to work boarding on the door and covering up the windows while Kohta and Saya went to find beds for Mrs Shizuka and Alice. They typically slept together, as Mrs. Shizuka had unofficially become the girl's mother. Rei and Takashi went to search the rest of the hotel, making sure there were no more of them. Saeko was in the kitchen scavenging for food.

"Don't trust anything wrapped in paper or in the fridge," Weaver called out to her, banging in a nail with a brick, "It's bad by now."

"I know, Mikey."

Weaver smiled. Saeko was the only one he let get away with calling him "Mikey".

When he was satisfied with the barricade, Weaver got up and went to check on Alice. Mrs. Shizuka and her where on the second floor, and Saeko had gotten them some food. Alice sat in bed while Shizuka was in the bathroom.

"Hiya, pumpkin!" Weaver called jovially, "Wanna hear your bed time story?"

Alice's eyes lit up, a little.

"Yes, Oni-Chan! The one with the Rabbit and the Fox and the Bear and the baby made of mud!"

Weaver chuckled.

"Brer Rabbit 'n the Tar Baby? Good choice, kid. Make sure you're comfortable."

"I am!" Alice said happily. She loved hearing Weaver's stories. She knew traditional Japanese stories such as Bunbukku and Momotaro, so hearing American folk legends truly piqued her interest.

Weaver hopped into the bed and settled down next to Alice, an arm draped over her so he could tickle her unawares.

"Brer Rabbit was hopping down the dirt road next to great corn fields, outside of Montgomery, Alabama. But down the road a-ways, who should be setting up a trap to catch him, but old Brer-Fox and his friend, Brer-Bear…"

Alice squealed in delight as Weaver told her the old American Legend, culminating in Brer- Rabbit outsmarting his adversaries to escape. Outside the room however, another listener enjoyed his tale. Saeko smiled and tried to hide her mirth as Weaver recounted his myth. Like Alice, she loved to listen to American Stories as well.

"Good night, Alice," Weaver said gently, tucking an already sleeping Alice into bed as Mrs. Shizuka came out of the bathroom.

"Oh, dear, I missed the bed time story didn't I?" she pouted

Weaver laughed gently and walked out, closing the door behind him. He walked down the now empty hallway to his room.

XXXXX

Saeko awoke at about three in the morning, hearing something creek on the ground floor.

"Shit," she whispered to herself, grabbing her maurata-tou and swiftly, silently, headed down stairs.

She found Weaver, munching on pork rinds, watching the door. Upon hearing her footsteps he turned around.

"Weaver," Saeko said, her voice and face lined with concern, "is everything alright?"

Weaver motioned to the door.

"We got company."

Saeko prowled forward and looked out the peep hole. At least ten of Them where outside, lurching and growling.

"Will the barricade hold?" she asked softly.

"Should." Weaver said, then patted his AR-15, "But I'm not taking chances."

"But you barely slept at all last night, or the night before that."

As if on que, Weaver yawned. "I'm fine," he said, sounding tired.

Saeko raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Really I am," Weaver said waving her off.

"Please, Weaver," Saeko held out her hand, "Go get some sleep. I'll stay watch tonight."

Weaver shook his head.

"The barricade is my responsibility. I made it, I'll watch it."

Saeko stared at Weaver, then walked over to him and sat down next to him.

"Fine," she said, "Then I'll watch it with you."

Weaver stared at her, taken aback by her stubborness, but smiled and shook his head in mirth.

"I appreciate the thought," he thanked her, "It does get awful lonesome down here. On the other hand, they're great listeners."

"Another thing," Weaver added, this time in broken Japanese, "You can speak Japanese if you want. Don't let the minority keep you from doing otherwise."

Saeko smiled at Weaver's joke, placing her katana across her lap.

"Brushing up on your Japanese, I see," she responded in her native tongue.

"Yeah. It's like learning English on a calculator, though. Damn hard."

For about thirty minutes they made small talk, until the sound of the howling wind required them to stay quite so they could listen to the zombies outside.

A tingling on her neck made Saeko turn towards Weaver. Weaver was looking at her with tired eyes, but gentle and somehow full of energy.

"Anata wa totemo utsukushīdesu," he said after several long seconds.

Saeko blushed furiously. She had been taken completely off guard by his compliment.

"A-are you feeling alright?"

"I remember everything you said to me in the shrine, and ever since then I become more and more attracted to you." Weaver said simply, not really answering the question.

"Maybe you should lie down-"

"I've come to a decision, Busujima Saeko," Weaver said, taking her hand. She did not fight him, but searched his eyes for some meaning.

"W-Weaver."

Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed the young woman full on the lips.

Saeko sat, wide eyed, as Weaver finished the kiss and leaned back.

"Do you like my decision?"

Saeko sat absolutely still, not sure if Weaver actually meant what he had said and done, or if he was in a tired stupor. She turned to Weaver again, who gave her a smile. God, why was that face so adorable?

Then slowly, quietly, she rose from the seat and walked to the door. Checking the peep hole, she saw that they were all gone.

Heart pounding in her throat, she turned back to Weaver, who eased out of his own chair. With a small smile, Saeko reached out and took Weaver's hand. Leading him up the stairs and to her room.

"Sit," she ordered, gently. Weaver complied, setting himself on the bed, watching her with his piercing green eyes.

Saeko straddled him and kissed him deeply. With a soft moan they eased back on to the bed.

It wasn't long before they were doing more than kissing…

XXXXX

Outside, an armor plated Jeep pulled up and idled outside the hotel. The unseen driver pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

A ring.

Another.

"What is it?" came a voice. A very irritated voice. He was probably woken up.

"I've confirmed contact, boss. She's here. With the American. Could be fucking each other for all I know. But they are here."

Silence.

"Sir, I understand the two of you have…history…"

"You have no idea…" the voice now sounded very pleased, almost sultry, "And if the American is here, that's two birds with one stone. Contact my associate. He will be most pleased that his target is here."

"Yes Sir. Shall I move in?"

"No." The reply was solid as stone, not to be questioned, "They are both trained to kill and they are VERY good at it. Wait until we have the advantage…until we have…leverage."

"I understand, sir."

"Four years," The voice breathed, "after four years…vengeance is at hand…"

A/N Weaver said "You look so beautiful."

There ya go. Chapter 1. Uno. Prima. The start of a legend. The next chapters I do plan to make longer, I just wanted to get Chapter 1 out. I literally wrote until my mind said "Dude, chapter one is over." I want to apologize for the Takashi/Saeko fans, sorry dudes. This is Takashi/Rei.

Love it? Hate it? I WANNA HEAR IT! don't spare my feelings, tell how I did and your first impressions. Second chapter, coming before long...