Whoah so I didn't expected the prologue to have any review, thank you everybody! ^^

I had finished this chapter a while ago and only needed to clean it up a bit, next ones will take more time, and finals are coming but yeah, here it is. People who asked about Tim and Jason, yes they are fine (by now :'D)

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A whole week had passed since the outbreak, and nobody had dared to leave the Manor yet. They hadn't seen any zombies around, but the phones didn't worked and TV signal was intermittent. The news broadcast said that the Army hadn't managed to stabilize the situation yet, but the infection seemed to be way less spread at the south of the country. Because of this, tons of people had left the cities and traveled south, and the chaos had reached all the main roads. Another more reason to avoid leaving the mansion for as long as they could.

But Dick really wanted to take a look around the city. After all, he was a police officer, his duty was to protect the city, and even if the Army had told them all to go away he should check on his apartment. And the neighbors. And the nearby shops. And.

Yes, he really should go. It wouldn't take too long.

Anyways, it was dangerous to go and he knew Bruce wouldn't approve, so without telling anybody Dick got into his car -still in the place where he left it a week ago- and left for the city.

As the car approached the buildings, he started seeing the effects of the havoc; some vehicles were parked in the middle of the streets without any order, and the only one or two people wandering in the streets ran away as the car got closer. Dick had no intention of reaching the center of the city, after what he had seen there last time he was there. There were no zombies around and he wanted to keep it that way, so he drove toward his old flat and decided that he could retrieve some of his belongings and leave. The state of the city was creeping him out more than he'd like to admit.

Reaching the apartment block, relief washes over him after finding it pretty much intact. No signs of fight anywhere around, it was possible that most of the neighbors were safe. Seeing as he entered that there was nothing but silence inside, they must had left the city.

Climbing the stairs without any light was more difficult than he anticipated; the Manor still had electricity but they had their own generator that Alfred would take care of, but obviously that wasn't the situation in most of the city. The darkness itself wasn't too scary, it contributed to the sense of emptiness of the whole building, and Dick was completely sure that he was alone. But as he reached the second floor he stumbled with something. Something human shaped.

"AAAAAAAAAAH"

After a moment of panic, Dick could see a short figure crawling away from him. The figure didn't looked like a zombie at all. Too jumpy and scared and now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen any zombie scream.

"Who in the world are you and what are you doing here?"

This made the figure look up, and Dick realized that it was a teenager, a pretty scrawny one by the way, with dark hair and blue eyes -and Dick knew that he had seen the boy somewhere before, but his heart was still racing and he wasn't in the mood to think too much about anything not related to his immediate safety.

"My name is Tim Drake, sir", and after hearing that boy Dick realized; the Drakes were one of those good, wealthy families that Bruce knew, and he had seen their young heir in more than one Christmas party. But how had Tim ended up in front on his flat and by his own, that was something completely beyond him.

The boy looked pretty scared, and Dick bent down and smiled to him. "Hey Tim, I'm Dick, Bruce Wayne's son, don't you remember me?" Tim squinted his eyes and seemed to recognize him, because he relaxed and stopped shivering. Well, he still shivered, but a lot less that he had been. The boy's week had been clearly worse that Dick's.

"So Tim, care to tell me how did you arrived here?"

An hour later, the two of them were sitting in Dick's living room, and Tim had opened to him pretty fast, obviously missing a normal conversation. Tim's parents were abroad when the initial outbreak happened, and he had been unable to communicate with them since then; there was enough food in his house for some days, but as the week was ending he found himself without enough supplies and decided to go exploring. Fortunately, he had decided to go on his bike, because his neighborhood was not as peaceful as Dick's at the moment, and he found some groups of zombies in the way there.

At that point Tim stopped talking for a moment, and Dick realized how terrifying must had been for the boy; after spending a whole week hiding in his house, the first thing he had seen in the streets were those creatures. Tim was still staring at the floor and Dick took a decision.

"Ok Tim, I've just realized that it's getting late, and I want to hear your story but my family must be worried" he started saying, and Tim looked at him like he had said I have killed your whole family and you are next. "Don't give me that look! I was saying that you should keep telling me all that in the car in the way home."

Dick had thought that those blue eyes couldn't look more puppy like. He was wrong.

"Can I go with you, too?"

"Of course! In fact, I wouldn't let you here alone even if you asked"

"But..."

"No buts, let me pick some stuff and we are leaving."

With that, Tim even smiled a bit. Dick was sure he had taken the right decision, and in less than ten minutes both were heading back to the Manor.

Alfred hadn't been too busy all that week, not getting out from the Manor and all that, but even so he realized that he hadn't been paying the garden any attention at all. And since there was no immediate threat of zombies attacking, maybe he'd take a look at the roses. Zombie apocalypse or not, the weather had been excellent but some watering was in order.

That way, he was outside at the moment when Dick and Tim arrived at the Manor; being at the back of the building they didn't noticed each other. While the two boys rushed indoors, Alfred keeped taking care of the garden. It was quite sunny, and everything was calm around him, so he relaxed and approached some bushes. His hearing had gotten progressively worse with the years, but suddenly he noticed the distinct sound of several bodies, moving somewhere behind him.

Turning around, his heart stopped for a moment at the sight of the creatures that surrounded him. The decaying meat was a hideous sight, and they were way closer that the sound had made it seem. If it wasn't for the breeze, the smell would have given them away way sooner. Alfred understood Dick's panicked state when he arrived to the Manor right after the outbreak: the rotting corpses that were closing on him at that moment wasn't something he'd be ever able to forget. Though he didn't had a lot of time left. Surely Bruce would be able to take care after himself and his sons.

The butler sighed. He shouldn't had went outside that morning. The flowers were going to get ruined anyways.

I repeat what I said before: this is my first fic, my English is terrible, I only wanted to practice writing, and I'm deeply sorry about this. I love everybody who reads this ;v;