Disclaimer: Walking Dead is owned by Image Comics ans Robert Kirkman, and RWBY is owned and property of Rooster Teeth. I own nothing.

A/N: Again this is from the comic universe of walking dead, but a large portion of this chapter has a somewhat abridged version of the events of the comics for sow only watchers.

Critical eyes observed the newcomer with a cold and scrutinizing gaze. He was dressed in a strange and unusual fashion. A dark green suit and scarf contrasted with his white hair, and his cane gave him an almost elderly appearance as well as the impression of a classic movie wizard.

Save for his cane, this "Ozpin" did not appear to be armed with a weapon. Unless he splashed hot coffee in someone's face of course. There was certainly something off about this man, of that Rick was absolutely sure. He just didn't know what.

"How are you feeling?" Ozpin asked Rick, who sat up in the bed provided. Instead of answering right away, Rick took a minute to try and determine if Ozpin's tone of voice held a trace of any hidden meaning. The Governor had been all smiles when Rick first met him.

Ozpin picked up on his hesitation. "There's no trick," he told Rick. "You asked a question, and I answered. I think it's only fair if you do the same."

"…I'm fine. A bit disoriented, but I'm fine." Rick finally answered.

"I would hope so," Ozpin said. "You had been unconscious for nearly a day. I would consider it good fortune a team of hunters found you when they did. An unusual amount of Grimm were moving to where you were found."

Grimm? Rick wondered. That must be what they call walkers, wherever we are. The dead had many names ranging from roamers, lurkers, skulkers, and of course walkers. But grimm was a fitting name as any.

Rick looked at all the other occupants. Were these honestly all the people left? "Were there any others?" Rick asked. "From Alexandria? Were there any other people you found?" Dealing with a horde of that caliber must have been a nightmare to maneuver through.

"Alexandria?" Ozpin repeated with a glance cast to Jesus who still sat next to Rick's bed.

"We discussed this when I woke up," Jesus told him.

"Ah yes, I remember now. That is the name of your community, correct?"

Rick looked to Jesus. "You talked with him already?" Jesus was a good judge of character, and Rick would listen to his advice. If Jesus felt comfortable talking to a stranger like this man, it was at least a good sign that he meant no ill intentions.

"Briefly," Jesus curtly replied. "He explained a team of his retrieved us from that strange forest. But how we got there to begin with is a still a mystery to the both of us. He stopped by once again after he woke up." Rick followed Jesus' gaze to the form of Negan, who leaned against a wall still looking out the window. "Ozpin had some questions for him as well."

"What did he say?" Rick asked. If anyone knew how the two of them had somehow escaped that swarm, then Negan might be the key to that. Ozpin looked like he was trying to find the right words.

"Let's just say to your friend has a very colorful vocabulary," Ozpin settled on. Negan heard him, and without looking away from the window flipped him off. "I don't believe he was in a good mood."

"Friend is a strong word," Rick cautioned the use of the word. "But that does sound like him." Jesus offered him a hand and helped him out of the bed. His cane and Sherpa lined jacket were placed neatly on a trunk at the foot of the bed. "What did you ask about?"

"The same questions I asked your friend Jesus." Ozpin told him. "You consider him to be a friend do you not?"

Rick nodded. "And what questions were those?" He could tell Ozpin was playing it safe. He had a system like that at Alexandria when taking in new people. Where did you come from? What did you do before? How many have you killed (dead and not)?

"Just simply what they remembered before being found in the Forever Fall. Negan kept his short and profound, while Jesus was much more professional." Ozpin took a sip of his coffee. "Yet despite their different approaches to my questions, they still seemed to share some rather fascinating consistencies."

"Such as…?" Rick asked. Negan and Jesus had been in two different places during the assault on the horde. What consistencies was Ozpin referring to?

"The one's involving dead corpses that feast on the flesh of the living," Ozpin clarified. "It made it rather hard to believe."

Was this guy for real?! Just what kind of a sheltered life had he been living for the past four years? He had called them grimm before so he should know all about them and the infection. Did he just assume they were just sick people like Hershel had when Rick first met him?

"Just what the hell are you trying to pull here?!" Rick demanded. "Are you seriously trying to make me think you have no idea what is going on out in the world?"

Ozpin showed no visible reaction to Rick's outburst, except for another sip of coffee. "I said it was hard to believe. I never said I never believe it. There is quite a difference between the two."

"And now you see why I told you to find some Viagra and use that to go and fuck yourself," Negan voiced, still looking out the window. "Snarky fuck."

"I think you have some explaining to do," Rick told Ozpin. The man was making no sense. "You mean to tell me that we were all found in a forest, knocked out, and were saved from being eaten alive by the monsters you find difficult to believe, and yet have a name for those same monsters?"

"The Grimm are monsters alright, but I believe we are referring to two different monsters here," Ozpin calmly responded. "And I will gladly explain the situation so long as you are willing to do the same. An exchange of information if you would?"

Rick still remained hesitant. "If I had meant any ill will towards any of you I wouldn't have sent a team out to retrieve you. It is my sworn duty to ensure the safety of all human lives, it is not easy but I try to the best of my abilities."

As far as Rick could tell, he sounded sincere. But goddamn it, something just felt so out of place for some reason. "Do you trust him?" Rick asked Jesus.

"I trust him enough to know he won't try anything." Nodding in understanding, Rick gave Ozpin his answer, "You have a deal then."

The sound of two canes clanking on the tiled floor echoed throughout the hall. Ozpin had offered a more private setting for the two of them to converse in his office. The walk there should have been boring, but Rick actually found himself fascinated by the design of the place.

It was freshly polished. He tried to have the people of his community keep things as neat as possible, or whatever counted as neat in their shitty world, but this one hallway practically gleamed and sparkled from the electric lamps that lined the walls.

"You have electricity running here?" He knew it was a stupid question. He was actually fascinated by lamps. That must be the telltale sign that that luxury had been taken for granite.

"I would be concerned if we did not." Well that wasn't putting Rick any more on edge.

"I don't think you ever answered when I asked where we are right now?" Rick asked once again.

"Right now we are in a hallway." Nine answer. "But on a larger perspective we are inside my school, Beacon Academy."

"So, like a college then?" Rick asked for further clarification. Anything that could help him get a read on where this Beacon was, the better.

"A combat institute for those looking to protect humanity from the dangers that plague it," Ozpin said as they continued to walk. Their canes almost clanking in sync as they continued. "Although given what your other two companions have told me, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of it."

The sounds of laughing came from around a corner they rounded and Rick was greeted with the sight of two men. One had graying hair and a large bushy moustache and was rather portly. The second was tall, lanky, and skinny with wild-green hair? He heard of teens dying their hair to be cool or hip, but on a grown man it looked a bit ridiculous.

The two of them noticed their approach. "Oh-ho!" the portly one said as he paused his conversation with his companion. "A pleasure to see you Ozpin my old friend!"

"And you as well Peter," Ozpin greeted back. "And to you as well Dr. Oobleck."

"ThepleasureisallmineHeadmaster!" He talked so fast his words appeared to blur together.

"I was just in the middle of telling our dear doctor about the time Tai tricked Qrow into wearing a skirt!" Peter laughed. "A true classic if there ever was one."

"So it is, so it is."

"And who is this newcomer?" Peter asked taking sight of Rick.

"One of the ones recovered from the Forever Fall yesterday," Ozpin answered. "We were just going to my office to have a word."

"Of course! Of course!" Peter agreed. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance good sir, Professor Peter Port at your service!" He extended a hand. "And who might you be?" Rick saw that unlike most, Port had reached out with his left hand. Slowly Rick reached out and locked his grip.

"Rick Grimes."

"Oh-ho! A fine grip you have. I can tell you have a great deal of experience under your belt. From one seasoned soldier to another."

"Please don't mind Peter," Ozpin told a very uncomfortable looking Rick. "He tends to be a bit eccentric at times."

"My apologies," Port said, somewhat humble. "Why don't we let the Headmaster be for now Bartholomew?"

"Thatwouldbeapreferrableoption." With that the two professors continued on their way down the hall. Rick watched their retreating forms with a bemused expression.

"The staff here might be unorthodox, but there are no other people I would rather have teaching the future generations of defenders." Ozpin's tone indicated that he was indeed close with both staff and student in this academy of his. "Shall we continue?"

Rick knew that if Ozpin was a Headmaster, his office would have to be impressive. He didn't expect to take an elevator straight to the top of a clock tower with gears spinning on the ceiling. But that was nothing compared to the view.

A three-sixty view of the academy. There was a courtyard leading up to the school from a cliff that had several strange airplanes landed. At least they looked like airplanes, just ones that he had never seen before in his life.

Just where the hell was Beacon? Were they even still in D.C anymore? It was unlikely. The scouts had mapped as much of the coast as they could, and they surly wouldn't have missed this. Is this what Negan had been looking at through the medical ward window?

"It truly is a sight isn't it?" Ozpin asked as he pulled up a chair for Rick to sit on. Rick sat-or rather fell back into the chair that was offered. His head was spinning with the possibilities of where exactly this place was, and just how they had gotten here. But that was why he agreed to meet with Ozpin like this anyway.

"This is… this is something else," Rick concluded. "Like something out of a bizarre Stephen King novel or something."

"Is that so? I always liked to think of it being more like a fairy tale." Ozpin offered him a cup of coffee, which Rick refused.

"How is a place like this possible?" Rick felt complied to ask. "How long did it take to get it the way it is?"

"With great time management and planning," Ozpin replied, not sarcastic, but not fully answering either. "As we agreed, an exchange of information. I will gladly answer all of your questions, but I only ask you first tell me about yourself, and how exactly you got to the point where we found you. If you remember at all that is."

"What exactly do you want to know about me?" Rick asked. He had lived his fare share of danger for the past four years.

"Both Negan and Jesus told me what they did before the 'outbreak.'" Ozpin told him. "Why not do the same. After all, the beginning is always the best place to start."

"It's bit of a long story."

"Perhaps the abridged version then?"

Rick sighed and took a breath. "I was a cop. I lived in Cynthia, Kentucky with my wife Lori, and son Carl. My best friend, Shane, and I got a call on our radio that a convict had escaped prison and was fleeing in a stolen car. We headed him off, drew our guns and a firefight ensued. I tried flanking him. I got shot.

"Next thing I remember, I was waking up a month later in an abandoned hospital. No one was there. Well, no one alive anyways. At the time I thought they were just sick people. The bodies were lined all outside, in the streets everywhere. I was alone. Alone with the thought of getting home and finding my family.

"Along the way I stopped to grab a bicycle, and that's when I knew something was really wrong. A woman was laying in the grass, missing the lower half of her body. And she was still trying to move." Ozpin looked concerned.

"She was still alive?"

"No. She had been decaying for a few weeks. She wasn't alive. She was a walker."

"A Walker?" Ozpin seemed confused at the term.

"Walker, lurker, they're all the same. They're all dead. I freaked out at the sight of her. I rode that bike as fast as I could back to my house. When I finally got back to my neighborhood, I got hit with a shovel."

"That must have hurt."

"It did. A boy named Duane, and his father Morgan were trying to stay alive in one of the houses. They thought I was one of them. When they realized I wasn't, they took me in and patched me up. The next day we went to the police station to stock up on guns. Morgan had told me that if my family was alive, then chances were they'd be in Atlanta." He didn't miss Ozpin's confused look at the mention of the city. "I headed off, but Morgan stayed behind to get use to teach his son how to shoot.

"After a few days of travel I made it to Atlanta, but the city was overrun with the dead. I would have died in those streets if it hadn't been for a man named Glenn." A sad melancholy smile tried to form on his face but he forced it away. "He saved my life. Got me out of there and back to my family."

"He sounds like a very brave man," Ozpin stated. "What was his occupation?"

"Delivering pizzas."

Rick continued on with his story. "My family was part of a group just outside the city. There was Dale, Andrea, Amy, Jim, Carol and her daughter Sophia, Allen and his wife Donna, and their two twins Ben and Billy. Lastly there was my partner Shane. That was how it started.

"One night walkers attacked our camp. Jim and Amy got bit."

"Bit?" Ozpin asked. "What happens if someone is bitten?"

"You get a fever, a fever so hot it kills you. Then, you come back as one of them. As a walker. Andrea shot Amy before that could happen. Jim wanted to be left in peace and die on his own."

"You had to move, didn't you?"

"That's what I said, but Shane was adamant we stay where we were. He kept saying the army would come in any day and we would be saved. We got into a fight over it. I followed after him, but he pulled a gun on me. He started going off saying it was all my fault, and I knew he wasn't talking about the attack. He and Lori… when they thought I was dead-they…"

"I see," Ozpin said. "It was jealousy." Rick was grateful he left it at that.

"Shane was going to kill me, but Carl had been following us. He got Shane before Shane could get me."

"Oh my. How… old was he? Back then?"

"Just around nine." Carl was forced to grow up in that world. It molded him into who he was today.

"After that we moved on. We packed up into Dale's RV and just drove. One night Lori told me she was pregnant. I knew it wasn't mine, but I kept quiet about it. Then one day Donna was bitten as well. We picked up three new additions to our group. Tyreese and his daughter and her boyfriend. Tyreese became by best friend. It helped that he used to play NFL." Again another blank look from Ozpin.

"One day Tyreese and I took Carl out hunting. He got shot by a farm hand named Otis. I was ready to kill Otis for what he had done, but Tyreese told me my son was still alive. Otis led us back to a farm belonging to a man named Hershel. He used to be a vet and helped treat my son.

"Once the whole group was gathered, Hershel introduced us to his family. He had…" Rick had to pause to remember how many children the farmer had, "two sons and four daughters. I probably sound horrible, but I don't recall all of their names, except for Maggie. Her and Glenn hit it off pretty quick.

"Young love?"Ozpin guessed.

"I don't think they saw it as love, but that is what it grew into. They later married."

"At the farm?"

"No. Things got a bit out of hand. Hershel had already lost one son, and he refused to think of them as actually being dead. He was keeping his barn filled with them. His son included. We had to kill all the infected I the barn, but Hershel lost another son and a daughter in the struggle.

"We moved on again until we came across a prison. It was built to keep things in and out. It was perfect at the time. When we cleared it out we found four cell mates holed up in the cafeteria. They seemed like decent enough guys at first, but one of them decapitated the last of Hershel's daughters. I beat that man within an inch of his life, but Maggie was the one to end it."

Rick lost track of time as he recounted their story of the prison, From the arrival of Michonne, to Allen being bitten and dying, to Carol's suicide attempt after feeling alone (Comic Carol is waaaayyyyy different from show Carol), and their discovery of Woodbury.

"We had been chasing a downed helicopter and it led to a town called Woodbury." May that down be burnt down for all he cared. "It had self made walls and seemed friendly enough to Michonne, Glenn, and I. We were the three who went looking for the chopper.

"A man calling himself the Governor greeted us, and agreed to take us to the pilot. Instead he took us to watch a fight between two men surrounded by walkers. He claimed it was to keep people distracted from the real danger."

"That sounds like it would do the exact opposite," Ozpin remarked.

"Not to him," Rick told the Headmaster. "When we demanded to see the pilot, he took us to a private room and jumped us with two of his men. He demanded to know where we were from so he could take what we had for himself. I lied and said we were on our own. He didn't like that." Rick held up his prosthetic claw. "He cut off my hand."

"What of the others?" Ozpin asked. "Glenn and Michonne?"

"He put them is adjoining rooms in a storage house. He made Glenn listen as he… violated her." Rick's hand clenched into a fist at the man. "May he burn in hell."

"How did he die?"

Here came the hard part. "We managed to escape Woodbury, headed back to the prison. Otis had died in the time we were gone, and Lori was close to giving birth. Carol eventually killed herself (Waaaayyy different than show Carol), and then the Governor attacked. He organized his people into a small militia and attacked in force.

"He was incapable if fighting himself due to injuries Michonne had given him during her escape (he lost and eye, an arm, and his manhood). We put up a good fight, but Tyreese was taken prisoner, when we didn't meet the Governor's demands he cut off Tyreese's head." Ozpin actually looked a shade of green to match his scarf.

"Then the last surviving inmate was shot and killed, Hershel's last son was killed, the Governor shot Hershel himself. We all made an escape, but Lori and our newborn were both gunned down."Rick hung his head. The pain would always be there.

Rick continued telling Ozpin about his story of survival. Everything up to their first encounter with the Whisperers, the survivors who skinned corpses to wear as a second skin to avoid detection from the dead. "Their leader was a woman named Alpha," Rick told him. "She had this philosophy that humans were basically animals and should not behave like civilized people. Instead it was survival of the fittest, and the strong should prey on the weak, even if one of the victims was her own daughter."

"Hmm. Interesting." Ozpin stated.

"What is?" Rick asked.

"I have an informant, a dusty old crow actually, that has ties to a tribe of bandits. From what I hear the leader seems to share a bit of this 'Alpha's' philosophy. How was she dealt with?"

"It was Negan actually," Rick had to admit. He might despise the man, but he had actually helped out in his own sick twisted way. "He was released from his cell and went after Alpha. He did to her what she did to our people." Ironic justice for Ezekiel and Rosita. "Then her second in command, Beta, took charge and attacked Hilltop and Alexandria. Dwight and the militia were able to eliminate much of the threat. They failed to take out the mega herd they had stored for us. And that was around the time Negan and I were trapped before waking up here."

Ozpin was silent for a minute, before filling up his coffee. "Well even an abridged version seems to have taken quite a bit of time."

"Yeah," Rick absentmindedly agreed.

"But from everything you've just told me, it matches up with what the other two had said before. Either you're all incredibly insane, or have come from a truly horrifying place." He sipped. "Sadly I am forced to believe the latter. Mr. Grimes, I'm sure you've noticed by now, but you are-,"

"-No longer on earth," Rick finished for him.

Ozpin seemed a mix between pleased and concern that he had come to that conclusion. "You seem rather calm with that thought. I would have expected you to be denying it at the top of your lungs and to call me crazy. How did you know?"

"When I told my story, you had no idea, half the stuff I was talking about. Even if you've been living a secluded life, you would know about the outbreak, about the major cities, and everything else. Negan and Jesus figured it out as well." The image of Negan just staring out that window came to his mind.

"I believe they have as well," Ozpin agreed. "This is Remnant Mr. Grimes."

"Remnant," Rick repeated. As he said it, it felt like a sense of acceptance washed over him. Like a thought that had been burning in the back of his mind was finally being realized. No more walkers.

"So, the walkers, they-they don't exist here?" Rick's tone was on the verge of joy and disbelief. After all this time of wondering if there was a way to escape the virus, they had found it. So many people had died along the way, but now…

"No, Mr. Grimes," Ozpin confirmed his suspicion. "There are not. But there are the Grimm. And I believe I owe you some answers now as well."

A/N: That's the second chapter, like I said above I only wanted to leave a partial abridged description of the comics if you only watch the show. As you probably noticed some characters are drastically different, and others don't even exist. But I also wanted to leave a question for all of you. If some of the character from the walking dead were offered positions in this new world, what do you think they would be?

Would Rick become a cop once more after he has his injuries healed, or more of campus security?

Would Jesus become somewhat of a hand to hand combat instructor?

Would Michonne offer anyone skills with how to use a sword? Or Andrea on how to snipe?

And of course, Negan. Would he even be offered a job or position? Would his actions from the old world condemn him once again, or would Ozpin and others see the use of having someone like him around? He was a coach and has experience working with kids so...Because writing for Negan is honestly so much fun. Thank you for reading.