I don't own Total Drama and The Walking Dead. I only own my OC's.

Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.

Guest: I have something planned for Zeke, but will he survive? I can't promise that, it's The Walking Dead after all.


People from the camp were sitting around the camp fire. They were listening to Rick's story about what happened when he woke up from his coma.

"Disoriented." He began, "I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion. All those things but disoriented comes closest. Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short. I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever."

Carl looked up at his dad as he said, "Mom said you died."

"She had every reason to believe that. Don't you ever doubt that." Rick told his son.

"When things started to get really bad, they told me at the hospital that they were gonna medevac you and the other patients to Atlanta, and it never happened." Lori said.

"Well, I'm not suprised, after Atlanta fell." Rick stated.

"Yeah." Lori agreed with her husband.

"And from the look of that hospital, it got overrun." Rick stated.

"Yeah, looks don't deceive. I barely got them out, you know." Shane said.

"I can't tell how grateful I am to you, Shane. I can't begin to express it." Rick said to which Shane smiled.

"There go those words from failing short again. Paltry things." Dale said.

At the other fireplace, Ed throwed another log in the fire, which Shane didn't fail to notice, "Hey, Ed. You want to rethink that log?"

"It's cold, man." Ed replied.

"It is but we have rules. The cold don't change them. We should keep our fires low, just embers so we can't be seen from the distance, right?" Shane added.

"I said it's cold. You should mind your own business for once." Ed said back.

Shane finally had enough of Ed's behaviour. They got up from the ground and walked over to Ed's fire, "Hey Ed... are you sure you want to have this conversation, man?"

"Go on." Ed said as he looked at his wife, "Pull the damn thing out. Go on!"

"Christ." Shane said as Carol pulled the log out of the fire. He quickly stomped the flames out, much to Ed's irritation, as he glanced over at Carol and Sophia, "Hey, Carol, Sophia. How are you this evening?"

"We're fine." Carol said as Sophia nodded in agreement, "Sorry about the fire."

"No. No. No apology needed. Y'all have a good night, okay?" Shane told them.

"Thank you." Carol said in response.

"Appreciate the cooperation, Ed." Shane said, sarcastically to Ed as he walked back to the camp fire.

"Maybe we should finally talk about what we're going to tell younger Dixon about his brother?" Chris spoke up, finally bringing this topic up.

"We should just tell him what happened on that roof." Courtney stated.

"That's sound so great. We just walk over to him once he'll return from the hunt with Duncan and Izzy and tell him that you left him in a city filled with those things." Noah said, sarcasm was obvious in his voice, "This is surely going to end well."

"His brother was a danger to all of us." Courtney said, sending a look to Noah, "He beat up T-Dog just a moment before we handcuffed him."

"And then you left him to die. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to deal with angry Dixon." Noah stated.

"I'm with Noah on this one. I can't stand Merle just as much everyone else in this place does, but leaving someone to die on the roof just because we don't like him is just wrong." Bridgette said.

"Is this like we'd left Heather because we don't like her?" Lindsay asked Tyler, raising her brow at him.

''Excuse me, blondie? Are you comparing me to Dixon?" Heather said, looking and sounding offended that someone compared her to this redneck.

Seeing that the argument was about to start, T-Dog spoke up, to stop it from happening, "I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me.''

"I cuffed him." Rick pointed out, "That makes it mine."

''Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy." Glenn pointed out.

''I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him. I was scared and I ran. I'm not ashamed of it." T-Dog said.

"We were all scared, sugar." Leshawna pointed out.

"We all were trapped there with you, T-Dog. You don't need to blame yourself for it." Bridgette added.

"What's your point?" Andrea asked him.

T-Dog bit his lips as he started, '' I stopped long enough to chain that door. Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that... Not that chain, not that padlock. My point... Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us.''


Rick woke up the next morning from his slumber, looking around his tent to see his son and wife missing. He went outside, and started to talk around the camp, passing by a few campers, who offered him quick "Mornings" and "Hellos", to which he offered them quick greets in return as he stopped by Carol when he noticed her doing something with his clothes.

"Morning." He greeted her.

"Morning." She greeted him back, "They're still a little damp. The sun'll have 'em dry in no time."

''You washed my clothes?" He asked her.

"Well, best we could. Scrubbing on a washboard ain't half as good as my old maytag back home." Carol explained.

''That's very kind. Thank you." He thanked her as he turned away from her, just a moment before spotting something out of corner of his eye. He saw Tyler and Glenn standing in front of the sport car they took yesterday from Atlanta, looking angrily at Jim, Morales, Dale, and Chef.

When he approached the duo, Glenn told him, "Look at 'em. Vultures."

"Yeah, go on, strip it clean." Tyler added.

''Generators need every drop of fuel they can get, soldier." Chef expained.

"Got no power without it. Sorry, guys." Dale added.

''Thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days." Glenn said.

"I could take Lindsay for a drive in this car. She'd love it." Tyler added, looking down.

Rick gave them both a quick pats on their shoulders, "Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday.''

Shane came, driving up into the camp in his jeep, before the owner of this vehicle declared, "Water's here y'all!"

"Oh, great. I'm thirsty!" Owen said, approaching the jeep, with intention of taking a sip, or two, or more of the water that Shane just brought.

"Just remember to boil it before you use it, big guy. You remember what happened last time." Shane reminded Owen.

Suddenly, the group heard screams of Carl and Sophia. Rick, Shane, Chef, Chris, Tyler, Harold, Alejandro, Dale, Glenn, Morales and Jim started running in their direction. As they were running, Carl, Sophia and Jacqui ran out to the rest of the camp. They stumbled upon the threat which was a walker eating a deer with arrows in it. The men started beating it down until Dale chopped it's head off with an axe.

"It's the first one we had here." Chris stated, taking a breath, still getting used to it, to which the group nodded their heads in agreement.

"You're right. They never come this far up the mountain." Dale agreed.

''They've been perfectly fine with staying in the city, what brought him here?" Tyler asked.

"They're running out of food in the city, that's what." Chef stated as they heard a few snaps and footsteps coming their way. They all had their weapons in ready, in case if it was another walker but it turned out to be Daryl Dixon, Duncan, and Izzy, all three of them coming back from his hunt.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Duncan shouted, angrily, as he glanced down at the deer. A bow was wrapped around his body.

"Son of a bitch! That's our deer!" The younger Dixon said as he started kicking the headless corpse to take out his anger, "Look at it! All gnawed on by this flithy, disease bearing, motherless poxy bastard!"

''You have no idea how long we've been following this guy!" Duncan added, as he started kicking the deer as well.

"I did told you to take care of him when we saw him." Izzy pointed out.

"Calm down, both of you." Dale said to Daryl and Duncan, "This isn't helping."

Duncan looked up at Dale, "What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "on golden pond"?"

'We've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison..." Daryl said as he pointed at the part of the deer that was bitten by the walker,, "What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"

"I wouldn't try that, soldier. Too much risk." Chef shook his head.

Daryl sighed, "That's a damn shame.''

"Each of us got a few squirrels." Izzy said, gesturing towards a pair of squirrels tied into her back.

"It's still better than nothing." Harold stated.

The chopped head of the walker opened it's eyes and started opening and closing it mouth.

"Oh my god." Amy said, standing behind with Andrea, Bridgette, Cody, Sierra, Lindsay said, as she looked away from the scenery, Andrea, Bridgette and Lindsay doing the same.

Cody was about to do the same, until he found himself getting embraced by Sierra, "Don't worry, Cody. He won't get you."

"Come on, people. What the hell?" Daryl said as he shoot a bolt into the walker head, killing it, before pulling the bolt out, "It's gonna be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?"

The group made they way back in the camp. Daryl, Izzy and Duncan was in the front of the group as Owen ran up to them, and embraced Izzy tigtly, clearly rejoiced to see her again, "Izzy! You're back."

Izzy laughed, as she hugged her boyfriend back, "It's good to see you too, big guy!"

Duncan walked through the camp, DJ and Gwen offering him quick greets, until he came across Courtney who offered him a quick hug.

"Merle! Merle!" Daryl started calling for his brother, looking around the camp, "Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew'em up!"

''Daryl, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane said to the younger Dixon who turned to him in response.

"About what?" He asked him.

''About Merle. There was a... There was a problem in Atlanta." Shane answered.

"He's dead?" Daryl assumed, as the whole camp started to gather around him.

''We're not sure." Shane replied.

''He either is or he ain't!" Daryl shouted..

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Rick said, approaching Daryl.

Daryl turned to him, "Who are you?"

''Rick Grimes." Rick introduced himself to him.

"Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" Daryl asked him.

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there." Rick explained.

"Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!" Daryl asked, wanting to be sure if he didn't misheard it.

Rick confirmed it with a nod of his head, "Yeah."

Daryl stared at Rick for a moment, like his mind was trying to process this information, before he leaped forward with intention of attacking Rick, but Shane was able to come up behind him and put him in a chokehold, making Daryl shout, "You'd best let me go!"

''Nah,I think it's better if I don't." Shane stated.

"Choke hold's illegal." Daryl stated.

"You can file a complaint. Come on, man. We'll keep this up all day." Shane told him.

T-Dog who just walked into the camp, carrying a few pieces of wood in his hands saw what was happening with Daryl, as Rick kneeled down, looking straight at the younger Dixon, "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that? Do you think we can manage that?''

It took Daryl a few moments to finally reply, "Mmm. Yeah."

Shane let go off Daryl as Rick told him, "W hat I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others."

''It's not Rick's fault." T-Dog said as Daryl looked up at the black skinned man, "I had the key. I dropped it."

''You couldn't pick it up?" Daryl wanted to know.

"Well, I dropped it in a drain." T-Dog answered.

Daryl stood up from the ground, his eyes not leaving T-Dog, "If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't.''

''Well, maybe this will. Look, I chained the door to the roof... So the geeks couldn't get at him... With a padlock." T-Dog explained.

''It's gotta count for something." Rick stated.

"Hell with all y'all! Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him.'' Daryl said, looking like he was about to cry.

"He'll show you. Isn't that right?" Lori said, looking over at her husband.

"I'm going back." Rick said. Lori shook her head and went into the RV while everyone else went back to their business.


A few moments later Rick came out of his tent, dressed in his sheriff's uniform ready to head out to Atlanta.

"So, that's it, huh?" He heard Shane ask him, "You're just gonna walk off? Just to hell with everybody else?"

"I'm not saying to hell with anybody. Not you, Shane, not Lori, least of all." Rick said back.

"Tell her that." Shane told his best friend, referring to Lori.

"She knows." Rick said.

"Well, look, I... I don't, okay, Rick? So could you just... Could you throw me a bone here, man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douche bag like Merle Dixon?" Shane asked.

''Hey,choose your words more carefully.'' Daryl told Shane, walking over.

''No, I did. Douche bag's what I meant. Merle Dixon...The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst." Shane said.

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me. I can't let a man die of thirst... me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being." Rick said back.

''So you and Daryl,that's your big plan?" Lori asked her husband as he turned before turning his attention to Glenn.

"Oh, come on." Glenn said, knowing that Rick wanted him to come with him.

"You know the way, you've been there before in and out, no problem." Rick pointed out.

"Great. Now you're gonna risk you and Glenn?" Shane asked.

"Glenn, and me. I'm going to." T-Dog said.

"I think I should go to. I've been in a part of many runs to Atlanta after it fell. I've grown to know this city really well." Chef said.

"If our favourite Chef is going then I think I'll be more than happy to go too." Duncan said, Chef letting out an annoyed sigh at how the juvie called him.

"I appreciate your help." Rick said.

"That's six." Dale stated.

Daryl huffed, cleaning his arrows, "My day just gets better and better,don't it?''

''You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?" T-Dog asked him.

"Why you?" Daryl asked him.

"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language." T-Dog said in response

"It's just six. You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. You saw that walker, we all did. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we've got. We need them here to protect the camp." Shane said.

"It seems to me what you really need here, are more guns." Rick pointed out.

"Right, the guns." Glenn said in realization.

"Wait. What guns?" Shane asked.

"Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen of handguns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left. The bag fell out of the Humvee after I and Dan went to safe people who were on the roof. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up." Rick replied.

"Ammo?" Shane asked.

"700 rounds." Rick replied.

"If you're going to get some guns, then I think you should take me too." Harold said, as everyone looked over at him, "I've been attending many camps where they taught us how to use guns. I may be useful."

"Are you serious right now, Doris?" Duncan asked him, looking like he was about to laugh, conviced that Harold was not serious about joining them.

Harold glared at Duncan, clenching his fists, "Yes, I am." He turned over to Rick, "Let me come with you. I'm good at shooting, I may be useful once we'll get those guns."

Rick nodded his head at him, "That makes us seven."

"Thank you. I promise you won't regret taking me with you." Harold said, offering Rick a grateful smile.

"You went through hell to find us. You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?" Lori asked her husband.

"Dad, I don't want you to go." Carl said.

"To hell with the gun?" Lori asked as Rick walked closer to her.

"I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy, Lori, If they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the herd If I don't warn them." He said to his wife.

"What's stopping you?" Lori asked.

"The walkie-talkie, the one I had in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect, when they got closer." Rick replied.

"These are our walkies?" Shane asked.

"Yeah." Rick replied.

"So use the C.B." Andrea stated, 'What's wrong with that?"

''The CB's fine. It's the walkies that suck to crap... Date back to the '70s, don't match any other bandwidth... Not even the scanners in our cars." Shane explained.

"I need that bag." Rick said to Lori who has no choice but to let him go. He nodded as Rick walked up to his son and kneeled down in front of him, "Okay?" He asked as Carl nodded again.

A few moments later, Rick, Chef, Duncan, Glenn, T-Dog, Harold and Daryl got themselves ready for their mission in Atlanta and left the camp in the truck.


Owen, Izzy, Noah and Ezekiel were all sitting on a small beach before the lake, trying to catch some fishes for the dinner. Owen has been know to know how to catch a fish since the first season of Total Drama, and suprisingly Ezekiel also knew how to do it as well, saying that his dad taught him that when he lived on the farm. Izzy was there with them because she just went back from hunting and wanted to spend some time with Owen, and as for Noah, he didn't really had an experience with catching fish, so he just tagged along with them.

They weren't the only ones who were spending their time by the talke at this moment.

Lindsay, Bridgette, Andrea, Amy, Jacqui and Carol were washing clothes in the lake. Shane was teaching Carl how to catch frogs, Tyler was leaning against the tree as he watched the surroudings from the spot he had been assigned by Shane, in order to prevent situation they had with the walker in the forest. Ed was also present, but unlike any of them, he just was leaning against his truck and smoking cigarrete.

Ezekiel glanced over at Lori who approached Shane who was splashing some water at Carl and made them stop what they were doing. She then said something to Carl, making him leave, and started talking with Shane about something that quickly escalated into an argument.

"What happened between between these two, eh?" He asked Owen, Izzy and Noah, this was the first time when he saw these two argue about something.

"What do you mean, Zeke?" Owen asked as he turned in the direction of Shane and Lori to see them arguing about something, "Oh, what are they arguing about?"

"It's probably because Lori's husband turned out to be alive and these two were getting together." Noah said, not taking his eyes off his book.

"What are you talking about?" Izzy asked, turning to Noah.

"Neither of you saw the way they were looking at each other? It was obvious something was going on between them." Noah pointed out, all three of them shook their heads in response.

Noah let out an "Oh" in response as he proceeded to read his book, until Ezekiel noticed one of the lines pull tight, "We got one, eh!"

The women were still washing the clothes in the lakes, as Andrea out of boredom tried to start a conversation with them, "I miss my gun and knife."

"I miss my coffee maker with built filter and grinder." Jacqui said.

"I miss surfing." Bridgette said.

"I miss texting." Amy said.

"I miss shopping. So many beautiful clothes and lip grosses are going to waste right now." Lindsay said, shaking her head.

"I miss my vibrator." Andrea said, causing every woman to look at her. They all gave her a funny look and smiled, some of them trying to themselves from laughing.

"Me too." Carol said. This time, the women couldn't resist. They bursted into laughter, which caused Ed to walk up to them.

"What's so funny.?" Ed asked.

"Nothing. We were just exchanging stories." Andrea replied.

"Is there a problem?" Amy asked.

"Nothing that concerns you." Ed replied, "This is work, not a comedy club."

Andrea let out a long sigh as she glared at Ed, which Bridgette didn't fail to notice, "Andrea. Don't."

"You know what, Ed? You don't like seeing your laudry being done, why don't do it yourself?"

"It's ain't my job." Ed said, throwing his cigarette on the ground.

"Then what is your job? Laying on your ass and smoking cigarettes?" Andrea asked.

"It sure as hell ain't listening to an uppity smart bitches." Ed replied, before turning his attention to Carol, "C'mon, let's go."

"She ain't going nowhere." Andrea said back as Carol took a small step forward, only to be stopped by her and Andrea.

"It ain't for you to decide." Ed said, glaring at her.

"She comes with you and what happens then?" Bridgette asked, "She comes back with new bruises?"

"Yes, Ed. We all see them." Jacqui added.

"Hey Ed!" Tyler's voice sounded in their ears as all of them turned in his direction, "What are you doing here? Maybe you should leave them alone and let them work?"

"It ain't your business." Ed told him, turning his glare to Tyler.

"I guess it is, Shane told me to keep an eye at any possible trouble around this place, and you seem to be causing trouble, so I came." Tyler pointed out, crossing his arms.

"What are you, Shane's lap dog or something like that?" Ed asked him.

"At least I'm doing something for this camp. I'm going on supply runs, risking my life to have some food which then goes to your belly, even though you were doing nothing for all the time we spent in this camp." Tyler said.

Ed gritted his teeth in anger, it seemed like Tyler had crossed the line. He swung his fist at him, knocking the teenager down on the ground.

"Tyler!" Lindsay shouted, hurrying towards her boyfriend's side.

"You seem like a sportish type, but the truth is far away from that." Ed said, before grabbing Carol's arm. As the other women started to resist, he slapped his wife in the cheek, before Shane grabbed him from behind. The women started to cheer Carol up as Shane began to beat Ed in order to teach him a lesson. Tyler who looked up from the ground at what Shane was doing to Ed didn't feel any pity for him. Ed had his coming for a long time, and someone finally had to teach him a lesson.

After several punches, Shane decided that Ed had enough if it. Shane punched him one last time, before saying to him, "You put your hands on your wife, or daughter, or anybody else in this camp I will not stop understand. Do you hear me?"

"Yes..." Ed said weakly.

"Well, I hope you did." Shane said, before leaving Ed alone. Carol ran up to her husband and started apologizing him as Shane started to return to the camp.


Rick, Glenn, Daryl, T-Dog, Chef, Duncan and Harold had arrived in Atlanta and were making their way up the stairs into the roof where they left Merle. T-Dog cut the chain that was preventing walkers from getting to Merle, opening the door, as the group rushed into the roof.

"Merle!" Daryl called over to his brother, but much to his horror Merle was not here, "No! Merle! No!"

On the ground, was laying a hacksaw and Merle's hand.


I can't wait to write Merle in season 3, he's one of my favourites characters in this entire show that was killed off way to soon, and for writing the relation between Duncan and Harold as it is going to drastically change over the course of the story.

Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.