Finally.

CROSSOVER TIEM.

A big shout-out to all of you people who read and reviewed my last fic, Only If For A Night. You made it the most liked fic I've written. THANK YOU.

I hope you like this one too~

So, without further ado, in commemoration of The Walking Dead's third season (WHICH WILL BE FANTASTIC BTW), I'm bringing you…THIS THINGY I WROTE. YAY.

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PROLOGUE: A House Divided

A fair haired boy leveled a pistol in front of him, following the creature in the window with deadly silence. He pulled the trigger. Nearly black blood splayed out where the window had been previously. The boy next to him nodded and sprinted forward, slashing at something violently with a machete-type knife. A few more walkers shambled into view, but Jack easily dispatched them. Ralph slid another mag into his gun and tentatively followed his comrade out into the open.

"Nice." He commented dryly. Jack smiled wickedly and whipped the blade haphazardly across his ratty black cloak.

"Stealth is over-rated." Jack shot back. But then, drawing the seriousness back into his voice, he asked, "So, what now? Do we wait for them to catch up or do we keep on going? I mean…I know what we talked about earlier…"

"I…haven't decided what to do. I was actually just thinking about going back. Just for a second, but still, it crossed my mind." Ralph frowned. He wondered how everyone else was faring.

"Up to you, Cap." Jack leaned against a tree patiently. This section of the woods had been swept many times over by the two, and had long been cleared albeit the tiny barn ahead of them. It was barely a barn. Maybe it was more suitable to be called a toolshed with windows.

But this area was the least of Ralph's worries. Back about five miles, a real fight was surging. He could hear the screams now…He shuddered. There was a lot of decisions to be made, and no time to make them. Jack looked up for a moment.

Ralph bowed his head to pray.

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"SIMON!" Roger shouted, "Get out of here! Get out now!" He clenched his teeth as a fresh wave of pain rushed his body. Blood poured from his shoulder and neck.

Simon, meanwhile, had no idea what to do.

His hands stumbled and shook over the wound.

"I can fix it!" He continued to insist, "I can! Just give me five more minutes…When Ralph gets here, we'll be fine! You'll see…Just hold on!"

Roger reached up with his good hand and grabbed Simon's arm. The smaller boy winced in pain. "Stop pretending! You're not a real medic! Ralph left us for bait, you idiot! I'm a dead man. Run, now! You can make it!"

Simon shook his head. "No!"

"GO!"

"No! I can't leave anyone else behind! I can't take it anymore!" Simon sobbed pitifully and Roger sighed. There was no winning with this one. Outside the doors of the small bathroom, walkers moaned and pressed in on all sides. They could smell and hear fleshly creatures on the other side of the door. The rest of the house was on fire. The only escape was the single, small window; and they were on the second floor. Simon refused to move, and the fall alone would probably cost Roger more blood than his body could bear to lose. How had it come to this!? Damn it all…

Roger decided, right then, that Simon had to leave.

"Hey, watch out for yourself, got it?" Roger said through gritted teeth. He hated this already. But if he had to go, it would be a hero's death, one worthy of him.

Simon turned his head a bit. "What?"

Before Simon had time to react, Roger had thrown him out the window.

"NO!"

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Other chapters will be longer.

MUCH LONGER

Just warning you.

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