(A long time hasn't it? I'm sorry for both the sloppy writing of the second chapter and for the long wait. In all honesty I was hit with depression and in the process I just lost the mood to write anything The Loud House or Walking Dead related. I just wanted to go back to it but sadly I didn't have the passion. However I am glad people still talk about wanting more even though my second chapter is sloppy. I will rewrite it if I feel like it.)

(ALSO BIG NOTE: The two chapters were basically set in a first person to describe Lincoln's POV on the day the Walkers started to happen. The rest of the story, with some POVs happening in some chapters, will just be traditional storytelling. I do hope you enjoy and sorry for the long wait. The story will not be dead until either its finished or when I'm gone. Enjoy.)

Four years. Four years since the unknown epidemic had started. The dead started to walk among the soil of earth. Start to feast the the flesh of the living. Why? No answer. No call to explain. All that we know is this. You was bit and you would turn unless you cut off the limb that was bitten. Those sticked around to all of the others. Mostly it was told in Michigan as a rumor. Of course Michigan was hit hard but in Georgia and those states around by it felt like a warzone between the living and the dead. People killed the dead. People killed each other in chaotic panic and just fear itself. We don't know what happened to the other states. Washington? California? Rhode Island? No idea on the fate of those states. It could be still a hellhole but since they was far away they might had been prepared. Yet Michigan was far away yet we hit disaster with the walking dead. It wasn't prepared. We wasn't prepared.

Now. Now we are.

The sun of morning was rising up slowly by each passing minutes to show the light and push away the darkness. The darkness of the night of course as the true dark still lurks and walks with its skin grey and rotting away by each passing day. It just meant it was peaceful. The fear of night was coming to an end as finally the living won't live in terror. The sun's light hitted on the ground by the minutes with the rays hitting on a local state park with there being log cabins and a group of tents getting the sun on them.

The middle of the colorful tents had a white tall blonde woman sitting on a metal chair with in her hands and lap a black and silver steeled bolt action rifle. Her eyes almost seemed bloodshot red from the strength of having to stay away to keep watch. Someone had to to keep everyone safe and she was the one to do it. Her grip was strong but her body felt weak having to do nothing but keep herself awake. The bottles of water on the dirt told the story of pure struggle. The tired blonde wanted to rest and close her eyes but yet couldn't. She had a job. She sticked to it and was determined. Her eyes stayed glued to the wide gate of the state park and the trees being its background. Waiting.

The sound of a zipper being zipped made the blonde lose her focus as she stopped her looking and turned her body and head to the sound. The head of a short brown haired white female appeared out the opened tent. "Morning br-Oh man Lori, you don't so swell." She crawled out with her being in a slightly dirty but also slightly torn purple shirt with a white skull on the middle. The tears were on the bottom of the shirt which were small but seemed to be a rock star type. That was the look she was going for anyway. She slapped the knees of the dark blue pants to get the dirt off the knees with Lori looking back at the gate.

"Don't worry Luna. I got this." Lori said with a yawn having to be finish her sentence. "You know brah, you have been pulling double night watches lately. You barely could walk anymore." Luna was right. Lori had just been doing the nights to keep watch with barely any help from her own siblings. Again Lori spoke but not to agree with the rocker. "Luna. I'm fine ok?" She started to get up and had her arm stretch up til the the loud crunch of her aching bones could be heard.

"Besides, I'm more of a nocturnal gal. So literally I'm fine." She gave her young sister the rifle with her slow tired body moving towards a cabin. "Aw dude. I haven't heard you say 'literally' in a long time." A soft weak chuckle came from the blonde as she smiled with her feet on the dark oak wooden steps of a cabin. "I'm full of surprises is all I can see." Her words trailed off as she letted out another yawn with her hand reaching the handle of the door and turning it to push it open to drag her tired body in.

A ruffle in one of the tents had a small child come out with a messy bed head of brown hair and her fixing glasses. The glasses of the young child wear round to almost give off the fact she looks smart. In reality she actually. "It appears that Lori is still suffering from the unbalanced level of Somnolence. Her human body and mind can't handle the change of night being her time to be awake and day being her time to sleep, especially given since she started this about 21 days ago." Her lateral lisp was what stood out the most besides her smartness. Lisa was eight but yet had the intelligence of someone who would work for NASA.

Even though despite the fact of her Einstein like brain Lisa still had no idea of the cause of this epidemic. Her smart older scientist friends were gone off contact and she only knows of how when you're bit you turn into the dead. The smart girl walked out and went over to the side of a tent next to the one she was in with a light blue huge cooler aside of it. She opened the big white lid so that way she could open it to view the inside. The ice was melted but floating inside was ripe juicy apples that made her smile and reached down to the cold water and grab the apple to get it out.

She looked around it as Luna walked over and did the same as this was considered their morning snack for now. The smart brown haired girl took a bite of the apple with a loud crunch as she started to chew on the piece in her mouth. Before the rocker teen could do the same with hers a couple of footsteps and a slight poke on her thigh made her jump and turn as if her hand holding the rifle was going to bash the skull of a walker. It was instead from the hand of a teen Latino-American girl with a dark purple hoodie and black jean shorts and her black hair in a ponytail.

"Oh hey Ronnie Rotten." She smirked at the four years younger jokester teen who then gave the same smirk back as she reached for a cold water dripping apple. "How's you Moon?" She got a snorting laugh from Lisa who laughed because of her brain knowing what she meant by that. Luna just rolled her eyes. "I'm doing great. Though the food supply isn't." The laughing scientist started to calm down a bit as she coughed to act serious. "While the joke was funny Moon is right. We might have to go out into the forest and look for food." The teens agreed but Luna was about to ask what she said before as Lisa just shrugged it off like it was nothing and goes back into the tent as she ate her apple.

"Hehe. Hey have you seen Lincoln by the way?" Ronnie asked with her taking a bite of the cold juicy apple. "He's in the cabin I think." the fifteen year old nodded and starts to walk over to a log cabin that's labeled eleven on the top. "Thanks Moon." The sound of a muffled snorting laugh was heard with Luna just letting out a chuckle as well with the teen heading over to the cabin Lincoln was in. Her feet got up to the three steps before she was right at the door and opened it slightly to peak her head in. On the bed was a white skinned and snow white hair on the bed and on the warm covers as he slightly moves in his sleep.

[Lincoln's POV/Dream]
I could hear them. The sounds of terror and fear. They just wouldn't stop even when the cars windows were up. I just can't forget it all. The fear of everyones face and the speed of passing faces will forever be stuck in my head. Ugh. The city was full of chaos. Yet we had to drag them out. Bobby and Ronnie. Why was my whole mind set on focus of saving her? Was my young childish brain still fixated at her or was my emotions just broken to the point I had to have had one or none?

It didn't matter. We was at the apartment as we stopped at dead halt. I just remembered that me and Lori and even Clyde went out even when mom yelled at the two of us not to follow. Her words were nothing but dust to the wind as Lori lead the way. The doors were kicked open by her and I could hear groans. The groans of them inside of the apartment. Lori was not so scared when it came to her love. I could tell by her eyes and movement as she ran to one at the stairs and mere seconds raised the golf club and swung it before me and Clyde could blink. She ran as we followed to protect her and save the two. We kept going up the stairs and just rushed. Clyde and I tripped a few times before getting back up as our speed couldn't be matched to Lori's.

We could see her push and hit any of the groaning dead people that dared stopped her. One of them had their head almost split open in half because of her determination. We was so close. We heard the bashing of skulls and grunts of humanity against the moans of the deceased. Lori gasped with us looking with her. Bobby and Ronnie was fighting off the walkers. Bobby held a frying pan as his while Ronnie had a plank of wood as her own. Lori and Bobby both shouted their names to each other as Lori runs in to their aid.

Her rush of adrenaline had betrayed her as she falls from tripping over a dead walker with a hard thud as one alive half torn walker crawls to her as Bobby kicked its head and stomped on it with a loud crack. Before we could even cheer another grabbed him and pinned him to the wall as he held its neck and avoiding its biting jaw. I heard Ronnie scream for him but yet was busy fighting off that kept trying to get her. I remembered Bobby yelling at Lori to say Ronnie as she quickly got up and uppercutted one with the club.

There. There I saw it. The frying pan that I could use to save Bobby. I reached and grabbed it. It was heavy even as I held it with two hands. It was enough to save him. Before I could even run I heard Clyde scream. A walker pinning him as he punched and pushed her chest to get off. They both screamed for me. The world felt slow and felt like time paused. Like with dad dead. It was happening again. Was this some sick sign to show I was going to lose someone here? Again? I couldn't. I couldn't let both of them die. I had to save them. I had to say my best friend and someone who was like a brother to me. I couldn't it happen. I made my choice.

I still have regrets that I couldn't save him. That I have the blood of my choice in my hands. Why did it had to be him. Why not me. I'm sorry I failed you and I will forever keep the promise. I will never let it be broken. Just forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me! FORGIVE ME!
[End of Lincoln's POV/Dream]

The faint push had made the dreaming sweating boy get up and grab a hold of the arms of Ronnie Anne. It made both of them gasp with Lincoln having to expose his chest and pant as he looked at her. She didn't wanna look down at his chest which showed his slim stomach and yet still no chest hair despite being her same age. "Oh shit. You ok?" his grip letted her go as he nods with her to quickly apologize. "No no it's ok. Just had a rough night." He moved his legs out of the blanket as he took and breath and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. Ronnie sat down only for her to look down and see his tighty whities. "Nice pair lame-o" She laugh with Lincoln freaking out and having to cover himself in the blanket while giving her a stare with a blush on his cheeks.

"Well I wasn't expecting you to be waking me up." He felt an arm punch to which she always ways known of giving to him. He just ignored the pain but rubbed his arm. "Sorry Lincoln. Just your sisters kept me up with their talking. By the way we are going to scavenge for food." Lincoln nodded and stretched his arms from waking up. "Thanks for the info Ronnie Anna." he scratched his head and hair as she looked at him still. He noticed as she seemed curious but also nervous. "What? Look if it's about the underwear I'll have you know that boxers are too much big an-" She rolled her eyes as she putted her finger on his lips. "I don't care about that. What I do care about is Lori."

They both had a feeling about Lori. She was good and fine and acted like what a leader should be but lately her leadership seems to be taking a hold of herself. "I feel you. She needs to sleep and take a chill pill. We can't let her kill herself from pushing too hard." "That's true but also I'm worried because, well-" She stopped as she seemed nervous about it. Lincoln wanted to know but didn't want to push it. Ronnie Anne was his friend and didn't want her to be in trouble but also didn't want to always bother her. He doesn't know why but yet he didn't care.

"She was talking about heading to Royal Woods and, well, also was talking about heading to the city for supplies." That wasn't a rare task. Lori always does whenever they was in need of ammo and water and even gas. Yet something seemed to bother her. "Yeah? What about it?" Ronnie just stared at the floor as Lincoln just didn't know what to do. He has never seen her act like this before before all his body could do is place his hand on her arm as she looked at him.

"Please don't break my arm." His plead and his joke was enough to make her have a small huff of laughter before she sighed again. "I want to go back to where it all began." His head cocked in confusion before she looked at him and straight up what it was that made his neck hairs stand up straight and almost go pale.

"I want to go back to the Casagrande Apartment."