Note: This is how I am doing this. I will be putting flashbacks in the beginning of the chapter in a first person point of view, which will be Jax. It will cover how they got where they at. In the second part of the chapter, it will be in third person point of view. This is set up like this to do more of the crossover.

This is written after season 6 of SOA this will be in the flashbacks. The current story takes place between seasons 3 and 4 with TWD. This is when everyone comes together.

Jax's Journal

June ?

The guards moved over to me and uncuffed me. That was a big fucking mistake on their part. I grabbed one of the guards guns and I wrapped my arm around his neck and started to squeeze I demanded the other guards to release the other prisoners. I can feel my muscle tightening up and it started to burn. No one was going to use me as bait and so we made the guards our bait. We all split after we got out. It was the only way not to get trapped. The herd of the dead was coming upon the bus as we ran.

I kept on running till I couldn't run anymore and found myself on a quiet clearing. I seen a few abandon vehicles and I started to look for ones that had gas. I did come upon a rice burner a 2001 Suzuki Katana with gas. It was better then a car or a truck I guess. I got on, started it up and handing back to Charming. It was mostly clear on the way back with a few accidents and abandon cars. It did remind me of a graveyard. People buried with their cars..It was somber and all I can think about you boys, Gemma, and my brothers. What happened? In my heart I knew that the guys were o.k. We've faced a lot together and if anyone can survive this it was my brothers.

I headed for Gemma's house though it was against my wishes for her to have custody of you guys but, Tara didn't have family and mostly in the light of all of the dead raising . I am sure Gemma would not let you out of her sight. I just prayed that she did take care of you.

When I entered Gemma's neighborhood, it look as a bomb hit it. The houses looked abandoned and as I drove closer to Gemma's house things looked worst. There was a tank in the middle of the road so now I know where the damage came from. Hopefully Gemma's house escaped the bombing. I drove the bike between cars and I tried not to look inside them. It was too painful mostly if I see a kid. It would remind me of you.

As I approached Gemma's house I saw Wayne Unser's truck in the driveway then I parked behind it. It looked like it was parked there for awhile. I called out Gemma's name and silence. I stood there feeling kinda hopeless. Was my family gone? When I went into the kitchen I looked in the backyard. I saw the bodies covered respectfully. I went out to the backyard and kneeled in front of the first sheet and pulled it off slowly. Under it was Wayne with half of his face eaten off and a gunshot wound in the head. I know who was under the other sheet.

I lifted the sheet off the second body..It was your grandma, she suffered and that hurt. I felt like screaming but, that would be a bad idea. These Fuckers ripped Gemma to shreds. Her guts layed around her. I felt like I was going to vomit. Then as I stood up I saw the Dead...dead. Some of them had gunshots to the head, some with no heads and it was like a horror movie. I can do was stand in the middle of all this carnage. She was saved with the bullet in her forehead. Then I vomited...

I had to grieve for Gemma and Wayne some other time, this wasn't the time or place. You were gone so you have to be safe. So I started looking for clues around the house. I felt like giving up and I could feel as my heart would burst though my chest. I stood in the kitchen and closed my eyes. Then suddenly I heard a creak above me and I looked up. The attic...The attic..I took a deep breath and rushed to the attic and pulled down the stairs and started to climb.

I called your names...I heard my name...

Jones heard something or someone in the woods next to them. She unsnapped her holster and put her hand on her gun. She walked in the direction where she heard the noise.

The guys looked as alert as she was, they also drew their weapons.

"Hello", Jones called, "I can hear you...come out now. We aren't going to hurt you."

Then from the bushes a boy,who was around 13 years old stood in front of him with his gun drawn..

Jones lowered her weapon but, keep her hand on it to draw if the boy was going to shoot, "Hi there, I am Officer Helen Jones, I was with the Charming Police Department. You have my word none of us will hurt you."

The kid didn't put down his gun and he said nothing.

Jax then spoke, "Come on kid...if we wanted to hurt you. You would be hurt by now. Where did you come from? Are you alone?"

The kid looked at Jax, "You look like criminals too me."

Jax ran his fingers though his hair,"Come on, kid. We want to camp here for the night and move on. If you don't wanna talk, then go back where you came from. We don't want any trouble."

"Are you criminals?" he asked again.

"We were kid...but, that was a long time ago. We did things that we are not proud of." Jax talked to him in a lower voice as he tried to get rid of the kid or grab his gun.

Jax looked at the boy's hat, it was a sheriff's hat, "Nice hat kid."

"It's my dad's" the kid slipped..he wasn't alone.

Tig let out a big sigh...He was getting tired of the smart ass kid, "Jax grab the little suckers gun and tie him up...we can just move on."

The kid looked over to Tig...but, he didn't say anything but, he did look threatened.

"Shut up, Tig" Jax looked at the kid again, "Listen to me if you are out here alone and we only have a hour of daylight. Don't you need to go back to your camp? Wont your dad worry if you are not back? I would be."

The kid looked at him and relaxed, "I am Carl...but, I am not going to have you follow me to my camp so you can hurt us. "

Jax understood, "so can we go on our way then?"

Carl's young face soften a bit, "Would you like to join our camp?"

Jax let out a short laugh and he notice that Carl put his gun in his holster.

"No kid...we have to keep moving." Jax answered.

"I see the two little kids in that truck, "We have kids too..." Carl stated.

"Carl..it's dark. We can take you to your camp...It's harder to fight the Dead in the dark." Jax asked.

"Can I ride on a motorcycle?" Carl was acting more his age.

Jax looked at the others, "I guess we are taking Carl home."

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