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Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.
Dr Changer: I'm glad you liked it! :)
wood21: I'm glad you liked it! You'll have to wait and see if Ezekiel and Duncan will join Glenn and Gwen :)
Brendan: The guy that killed Cody was just a random member of the Governor's and Jose's militia. Harold learned how to shoot at one of the camps he attended before joining Total Drama. I'm glad you liked the chapter! :)
Jesus JD DeJesus: Characters from Revenge Of The Island, Pahkitew Island and Ridonculous Race will appear in this story. Several characters from those casts will appear in season 5 and from there more of them will start appearing in the story :)
The prison or rather what remained of it was a complete mess. The walkers which were led to the prison by the noise made their way through the destroyed fence and were practically swarming the entire place at this point. The tank out of which black smoke was coming out was surrounded by at least two dozens of them. Eva was one of those walkers.
Jose or rather what remained of him was laying in the exact same spot where he was left to die by Alejandro and Geoff, not a single breath leaving his lungs. The older Burrumuerto was barely recognizable anymore because most of his body was eaten by the undead.
The Governor was laying dead on the field with a bullet hole in his forehead, his lifeless eyes looking up at the sky. His body had bites all across it after the undead that made their way through the destoyed fence decided to feast on his flesh.
Michonne's expression was set in stone as she walked through the field, slowly making her way through it all by herself,. Her katana was held tightly in her grasp. A walker approached her from her left but she didn't even look at it as she swung katana and sliced it's head off. She was approached by another walker shorty after but she didn't had any trouble with it as she once again swung her katana and sliced it's head off.
She stopped walking and her expression twisted a bit when she was approached by someone. She recognized who this person was. It was Cody. He wasn't alive, though. He was a walker. The undead Cody turned his gaze towards Michonne and moved towards her. Michonne let out a sigh, saddened by the state she found Cody in. When Cody approached her, she rised her katana in the air and stabbed him through through his brain, killing him for good and putting him out of his misery.
She looked at Cody's lifeless corpse with a saddened look on her face before returning to what she was doing. She earned the attention of two walkers shorty after but she didn't kill them. She had another plans for the undead that started following her. She made her way to the wooden pikes and hopped over them, waiting for the walkers to approach them.
The walkers made their way to the wooden pikes a moments later and got trapped in them. Michonne cut the line wrapped around the fence and turned her attention back to the undead. She used their position to her advantage and cut their hands and jaws off. After taking care of it, she jumped over the fence and tied the rope against their fence before starting to make her way into the forest.
She stopped and glanced down when something on the ground caught her attention. It was Hershel's reanimated head. Hershel's head was moving it's jaw up and down, letting out some quiet growls while doing so. Michonne put her katana in his head, putting him out of his misery just like she did with Cody a few moments earlier.
She put her katana out of Hershel's head and turned around. She took a quick glance at DJ's unmoving lifeless corpse. He thankfully didn't change into a walker because he received a bullet to thead. She let out another saddened sigh. At least she won't have to put down another friend of hers down.
She turned her gaze away from DJ's corpse and looked at the forest ahead of her before making her way to it. She entered the forest and disappeared among the woods, leaving the prison behind.
Chef and Chris walked together through the forested road, without any real destination at this moment. Not many words were exchanged between them after they fleed the prison. They just kept walking for what felt like eternity for them. They would stop only if they found a place to stay for the night. They two men were completely exhausted after everything that happened today.
Chef crossed his arms as he walked behind Chris. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened today. He couldn't stop thinking about DJ and Hershel. Especially about the former. One moment he was talking with DJ and telling him that he was proud of him and the next time he saw the brickhouse when when the members of the Governor's and Jose's militia brought him, Hershel and Michonne out for everyone to see just minutes before Jose put a bullet in his head. The worst part about it was the fact that there was nothing he could do to save DJ from his demise
Chris looked over his shoulder at Chef and let out a sigh. He knew how Chef felt. He felt exactly the same about todays events. The worst part about it was the fact that they had no idea how many of their friends died during the battle and how many of their friends made it out alive. They could have been dead, or alive or worse, he had no idea and this was what made him
It was when another thought flew thorugh his mind. It was about the conversation he had with Carl, Daryl and Chef before all hell broke loose. It was about Carl's idea to let him and Chris take the shoot at the Governor and Jose when Rick was talking with them.
Chris placed his hand on his forehead the moment this conversation flew through his mind. Maybe if he agreed with Carl's idea to take the shoot at the Governor and Jose, then maybe things would have turned out differently? Maybe if agreed with Carl's idea then DJ and Hershel would still be alive and prison wouldn't be destroyed?
He was brought out of his thoughts when he removed his hand from his forehead because something ahead of him caught his attention. He held his hand up and spoke up to Chef, "Hey, Chef."
"What?" Chef asked as he walked behind him.
"I think I got something." Chris replied, stopping as Chef catched up to him. He pointed his hand foward and Chef looked ahead of them and noticed a house standing in front of them on the crossroads.
"Looks like we just found a place to stay for the night." Chef stated.
"Yeah." Chris said, "I don't know about you but I just want this day to be over."
Chef sighed, nodding in agreement, "Same here, pretty boy. Same here."
"I'll take care of the walkers." Chris declared as he took his rifle off of his shoulder. He aimed his rifle at the walkers surroundings the house and looked through the scope at them. He was about to pull the trigger but was stopped from doing so by Chef.
"Don't waste your ammo." He told him as he put his hand on Chris' rifle, "We already have not so much of it left. It's just a couple of walkers. We can handle them."
Chris nodded his head, knowing that Chef was right and lowered his rifle. He placed it back where it was just a few seconds earlier and reached for his knife, pulling out. He looked at Chef who already had his meat cleaver out and shared a quick look with his fellow host. Chef nodded his head at him and he nodded back. They pushed themselves into walk towards the house just a few seconds later.
They made their way to the house and the undead surrounding it quickly forgot about the building and turned their attention towards them. The walkers started moving towards the two men who didn't waste their time and immediately responded to it by killing the two nearest walkers. Chef and Chris remained where they stood and just let the walkers approach them.
It was just a matter of time before the walkers were taken care of and all of them laid on the ground with the holes in their foreheads. Chef and Chris placed their blood covered melee weapon in their sheaths and started walking towards the entrance to the house, intending to use it as the place to stay for the night and fill up their batteries before they'll return to the road next day.
They never made it into the house, though. They stopped about a meter or two away from the entrance as the doors of the house were pushed open and through them came out a brown haired man in his mid 30's. His clothes were flithy. He looked like he hadn't washed them in a long time. There was one more thing they noticed about him. His skin was incredibly pale.
"Who are you?" The man demanded to know, cocking his shotgun, ready to use it at any moment, "What are you doing near my house?"
"I'm Chef. This is Chris. We don't mean any harm to you." Chef tried to calm the man down as he placed his holstered handgun, knowing that it would be faster for him to pull it out than his M16. He didn't want another conflict. He was already done with those for the day after everything that happened in the prison but wasn't afraid to use his handgun on this man if he tried any tricks on him or Chris.
Chris nodded his head at Chef's words, making sure to keep his hand on his holstered Glock, ready to pull it out and fire it at the stranger at any moment, "Me and my friend here were just passing by. We had no idea that someone is living in this house. We saw it surrounded by the walkers and thought it was abandoned."
The unknown man remained silent and kept his shotgun aimed at them and it was enough to cause a tense silence to fill the air. The stranger narrowed his eyes as if he was judging Chef and Chris as they exchanged looks with each other, ready to kill this man at any moment if he opened fire at them.
"...My name is Walter Copeland. Friends call me Walt." The stranger introduced himself in a much friendlier tone than before after a moment of eyeing Chef and Chris. A small smile grew on his lips as he lowered his shotgun, "You two look like you are after a pretty rough day. Would you like to come inside and share a drink with me?"
Rick and Carl were walking through the dirt road. Carl was leading them, staring ahead of himself with a cold look on his face. His father was falling behind because he was limping on his wounded leg.
"Carl, slow down." Rick told him but was ignored by his son. He repeated himself, only this time a bit louder, "Carl, stop!" This time Carl listened to him and stopped which allowed Rick to catch up to him, "We need to stay together. We got to find a place with food, supplies." He placed his hand on Carl's shoulder, "Hey. We're gonna be..."
His words died in his throat as Carl looked up at him with a cold look on his face. He started walking forward again as Rick watched him walk away for a second before following him, doing what he could to keep up with him but ultimately failing at doiing so and falling behind his son once again.
They continued to walk together for a while before they came across a BBQ shack, two abandoned cars and a few abandoned motorcycles standing on the parking lot in front of it. They made their way to the entrance and pulled out their pistols, wanting to make sure that this place was safe for them. Rick placed his free hand on the handle and pushed the door open.
"Wait outside, okay?" Rick said to Carl who held his pistol in ready, "Keep watch."
"You keep watch." Carl said to him in return, "You can barely stand. I'm not gonna let you go in there alone."
"Excuse me?" Rick asked him.
"We've done this before." Carl pointed out in response, "I'm gonna help you clear it. You should just let me do it myself."
Rick remained silent and stared at him for a few seconds before nodding his head, "Let's go."
They entered the BBQ shack. Rick walked over to the kitchen and checked if there were any walkers in it, finding none. He looked at his son and let him that the kitchen was clear as they made their way further into the BBQ shack. The entire place was in a complete mess. The chairs and tables were either knocked over or laying on top of each other, forming some sort of short wall in the middle of the room.
They turned their attention towards the short wall when they heard the snarling they were very familiar with at this point. They instantly knew what it was and their suspicions turned out to be correct when a walker stepped out of the shadows. It didn't approach them because it was blocked by the chairs and tables. Rick looked around the room and the only thing that caught his attention were a few bottles of hot sauce.
He pointed at the bottles, "That might be all that's left."
Carl pointed his pistol at the walker, "I can get it from here."
"No." Rick shook his head, holstering his Python, "It's weak. I'll draw it out. Stay back."
He pulled out an ax and approached the chairs and tables before knocking them over. The walker moved towards him as Rick swung his ax at it and stabbed it in the head, but unfortunely for him it didn't kill the undead and what made everything even worse, the ax stuck in the walker's head. Rick gritted his teeth, trying to pull the ax out of the walker's head as Carl finished the walker off with a shoot to it's head.
Rick looked at his son, "I said not to."
"You couldn't do it with the ax." Carl retorted.
"I had it." Rick took a deep breath, "Every bullet counts. What if you needed that one later? See what you can find. Then let's move on."
He and Carl split up around the BBQ shack. Luckilly for them coming into his place didnt' turn out to be a complete waste of their time because they found enough supplies to feed both of them.
It's been a while since Michonne left the destroyed prison behind her and began the journey through the forest with her two new walker pets. She made her way out of the woods and stepped into a muddy dirt road which was separating her from the rest of the forest. She took two steps on the road towards the woods in front of her before something down on it caught her attention.
She noticed some fresh footprints on the road. Someone or something must have been here not long before she found herself here. The dark skinned woman decided to ignore the footprints that she found just because she had no idea to who they belonged to and made her into the woods in front of her, continuing her journey through the forest.
Chris and Chef made sure to stay on guard as Walter led them into his home. There was one thin Chris and Chef had to agree about Walter's house. It was a complete mess. It looked like it hasn't been cleaned in months. If it wasn't for the supplies they spotted laying around it and the sleeping bag they spotted on the floor, they would have thought that this was completely abandoned.
It quickly made them think Walter moved into this place just a day or two ago. This theory became more real when they noticed an unmoving corpse of a woman on the floor after they were taken into the living room. It looked like she was killed not that long ago.
The two hosts of Total Drama made sure to keep their guard up as Walter turned around to look at them, a welcoming smile on his face. They had to make sure that he wasn't lurring them into a trap.
"Hello in my modest thresholds." He told them, his welcoming smile not leaving his face, "What do you think of my place?"
Chris refused to look at the body on the other side of the living room as he responded, doing his best to make it sound genuine, "It's nice."
"I know you're lying. This place is a goddamn mess and I'm not going to deny it." Walter replied as he placed his shotgun aside. He reached down to his holster and pulled out his pistol before placing it as well, "You can keep your guns if you want to. I can see your hands on your holsters. You don't trust me and I can't blame you. Many people are cautious of the other people these days."
Chris and Chef exchanged looks with each other and came to an agreement without exchanging any words with each other. Chef took off his M16 and placed it aside and Chris did the same with his rifle. Walter was left completely gunless after he took off his weapons and it didn't seem like there was anyone else living there beside him. They decided to keep holsters and the pistols inside them on, though. Better safe than sorry, right?"
Walter nodded his head to himself, happy that his guests decided to put their trust in him. He made his way to the furniture and opened a drawer before pulling out a half emptied bottle of Rum and three small glasses. He showed the bottle off to his guests, "How long has it been since you had one of these?"
"Too long." Chris replied, "I can't even remember."
"Good thing I have it, then." Walter said, moving towards the table, "You two could use a drink after a rough day."
"How do you know we are after a rough day?" Chris questioned.
"Because I can see it." Walter replied, "You two look like you are after the worst day in your lives and don't try to deny it. I know this look. I've been seeing in a lot in my work before all of this."
He placed the bottle and the glasses on the table and sat down on one of the seats around it. Chef and Chris took their seats shorty after as Walter poured himself and them a glass of Rum. He placed the bottle aside and picked his glass up before lifting it up to his lips and drinking the liquor from the glass. He placed the now empty glass on the table and let out an exhale.
"That's a good one. I'm glad I saved it for the time I had some company to share it with." Walter smiled to himself, enjoying the taste of Rum. He looked at Chef and Chris who followed his example and emptied their glasses. He smiled at them as he grabbed the bottle again and asked, "Do you want another one? It should be enough for us to have one more drink"
Chris and Chef gave him a silent nods of their heads in response as Walter poured them another glass of Rum before pouring one to himself. He placed the bottle aside and looked at Chef and Chris who already had their glasses in the air. He threw the now empty bottle aside, causing to explode into sharp pieces which landed on the floor.
"Cheers." He said, smilling as he lifted up the glass and drank the liquor. He placed his now empty glass back on the table as Chris and Chef did the same.
Chef looked at Walter as he placed his empty glass on the table, "Walter."
"What is it?" Walter asked him.
"Why did you keep the walkers in front of your house?" Chef asked him what he wanted to ask, "I wouldn't let them anymore near the house if I were you."
"I was planning to take care of them later." Walter answered, "It's not like they were going to break into my home anytime soon."
Chef nodded his head as he realized that Walter didn't had to worry about the walkers knocking over the doors as much as he and his group back in the prison did, "Makes sense."
"To be honest those things don't scare me anymore. At least they're predictable." Walter stated, "Normal people is what scared me more nowadays."
Chef nodded his head in understanding. After what happened today with the Governor and Jose, he couldn't help but agree with what Walter just said to him and Chris.
"You can say that again." Chris voiced his thoughts and frowned as everything that happened today flew through his mind.
Noticing the way how Chef and Chris reacted to his words, Walter reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one of them out and placed it between his teeth, "You want one?"
"No." Chris declined his offer, "I don't smoke."
"Me too." Chef nodded, "It's a nasty habit."
"Smart." Walter said as he placed his hand on the lower part of his chest and gave it a quick rub, causing him to clench his teeth in pain which went unnoticed by Chris and Chef, "So are you going to tell me what happened to you and your group or your home?"
"What?" Chris asked him, "How do you know we're with a group?"
"Your clothes." Walter replied, "They're much cleaner than mine. I'm not an idiot. You either were with a larger group or had a home where you could wash it."
Chef exchanged a look with Chris who nodded his head at him, seeing no point in denying it or lying to Walter now because he already figured out that they were with a larger group on his own.
"We got split up from our group a few hours ago." Chef began his explanation, cutting the part about the prison and what happened to it off, "Some people attacked us and killed some of our own. We don't even have idea how many of our people made it out alive."
"Shit." Walter shook his head, "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope the bastards who did that got what they deserved."
Chef nodded his head, hoping that the Governor and Jose were killed by someone from their group, "Me too."
Walter got up from his seat and made his way to the other side of the room, earning confused looks from Chris and Chef. The former quickly voiced what was on his and Chef's mind, "What are you doing?"
Walter responded by showing off a map off to him. He made his way back to the table and unrolled it before placing it on the table, "I think I know a place or two where they could end up after you split up."
"Why are you helping us?" Chris questioned as he set his gaze down on Walter's map.
"Because you can still find your people." Walter replied as he wiped his sweaty forehead, "I've been on my own for a while now and unlike me you still have a chance to find the people you care about and be with them."
"Thank you." Chef said to Walter, grateful for what he was doing for the people he just met.
"No problem." Walter smiled at him as he pointed at one spot on the map, "There is a small town not too far from here. Maybe one of your friends took a shelter in this town."
"There's a town not too far from here?" Chris asked as he answered to his own question by looking at the spot Walter was pointing at.
"Yes." Walter nodded as he threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it with his boot, "This place here must have been a summerhouse for the people who owned it or something like that. Maybe they liked hunting in the woods. I don't know."
Chris looked around himself and noticed the head of a deer attached to the wall. He nodded his head to Walter's words, "Yeah. That must be it."
For the next few minutes Walter continued to point out more places on the map where Chef and Chris could find their people. Chef and Chris had to admit they were grateful for what he was doing. He just met them and decided to help them find their people right after he was told what happened to their old group. Perharps he experienced something similiar to them in the past and this was how he ended up alone.
Walter nodded his head once he was done with pointing out all the places where Chef's and Chris' people could be, "Okay. Those all the places I can think of. You might find your people there."
Chris offered him a grateful nod, "Thanks for the help."
"I just did what right." Walter smiled, "I hope you'll find your friends in one of the places I pointed out."
"I do too." Chef said, "Would you like to come with us?"
"What?" Walter asked, suprised by the offer.
"Would you like to come with us?" Chef repeated his offer, "I can see that you're a good man and I'm sure that our people would like you."
Walter clenched his teeth as he clutched his shirt in the same part where he rubbed it not that long ago, "I'm sorry but I have to decline your offer." He answered to Chef's offer, "I wish I could say yes but I can't."
Chef exchanged a confused look with Chris, "Why?"
"I have my reasons." Walter replied as he lifted up his shirt a bit, revealing a bite on his stomach, "Or rather one reason."
"You're bitten?" Chris' eyes snapped open as Chef let out a saddened sigh as he now realized why Walter was so pale.
Walter offered him a saddened nod of his head in response, "Yes."
"When were you bitten?" Chef wanted to know.
"About two hours before you two appeared in front of my home." Walter replied, "I was honestly ready to end myself in this place before I heard you two talking outside of my home."
"How did it happened?" Chef asked him another question as Chris remained silent, just listening to what Walter had to say to them.
"Caroline." Walter answered as Chef and Chris shared a look, not recalling hearing this name from him before, "She broke free. Ever since she changed into one of those things, I kept her tied up. I couldn't bring myself to end her. I was too weak to do it. How could I do it? She was all I had left in this world. She was my beloved Caroline, my dear wife, and now she was dead. I didn't want to be alone. Being left all alone was greatest fear for most of my life. At least I had someone to talk to when she was tied up to the wall."
"What?" Chef pointed at the corpse on the other side of the place, "That's your wife?"
Walter nodded in confirmation, "Yes."
"You kept your wife tied to the wall?" Chris wanted to be sure if he didn't misheard it, "As a walker?"
"Yes." Walter confirmed it, "I'm not proud of it. In fact, you have no idea how ashamed I feel right now. I know that leaving her as a walker was so selfish of me. I was so relieved when I saw you two and saw that you didn't have evil intentions. I was happy that I won't be all alone in my final moments."
A realization popped into Chris' mind, "This why you invited us in? You wanted spend your final moments with someone."
"Yes. I invited you because I just wanted to have someone to talk to in my final moments." Walter explained his reasons why he didn't end himself, and decided to invite Chef and Chris into his place instead, "Caroline was gone, for good this time and I was bitten. I thought I'll spend my final moments with no one but myself but I'm happy I was wrong."
He walked over to the place where he left his pistol when he led Chris and Chef into this room and picked it up. He stared at it for a few moments before letting out a deep breath. He lifted it up and aimed it at his head, ready to pull the trigger at any second. It was time for him to do it. He knew he didn't have much time left.
"I hope you'll find your friends. I really do." Walter said, tears building in his eyes, keeping his pistol aimed at his head, "I hope you won't end up all alone like I did. I hope you won't have to talk to the walkers of your loved ones to not lose your mind."
"Don't worry we won't." Chris assured Walter, giving the dying man a bittersweet smile, "I'm sure of that."
Chef let out a sigh, knowing that there was nothing he could do to help Walter. He should at least say his goodbye to him, "We won't forget your help, soldier. Thank you for it."
Walter gave them one last smile and pulled the trigger. The pistol fired and the bullet hit him right in the brain, killing him. Chef and Chris watched how Walter's lifeless body landed on the floor, his blood slowly painting it.
Chef and Chris turned their eyes away from Walter's body and exhanged a look with each other, knowing what they should do next. They took his and Caroline's body outside where they dug two quick graves for them. The graves were placed next to the house. A proper burial was the least they could do for them.
Chris turned his gaze away from the graves of Walter and Caroline and turned it towards Chef, "Hey, Chef."
"What?" Chef questioned, keeping his eyes on the graves.
"I can't stop thinking about what Walter said to us in his final moments. Do you think we'll end up like him?" Chris explained before asking his own question, "All alone, with everyone that we care about dead and our last wish is going to be to have someone to talk to in our final moments?"
"I don't know." Chef replied, "And I don't want to know to be honest."
"Yeah." Chris nodded his head in a saddened manner, agreeing with him, "Me too."
The sun was slowly starting to disappear from the horizon. and Rick and Carl knew they had to find some shelter for the night. They walked past the train tracks and entered the neighbourhood which consisted of a few houses. Carl walked in the front of the group of two as Rick walked behind him, carrying the bag with the supplies they found in the BBQ shack.
"Hey." He called out to his son, making him stop. He catched up to him and looked at the house next to them, "That one's as good as any."
Carl nodded his head in response. They walked over to the house and pulled out their guns, readying themselves to enter it and check it if there were any walkers inside. Rick kicked the door open and entered the house, followed by Carl. They split up around the house and started checking if it was safe for them to stay in it for the night.
Rick made his way through the living room and looked at the doorway to see his son making his way to the staircase, "Carl."
"I got it." Carl replied, not turning to look at his father, "All the doors down here are open."
"Just stop." Rick said..
Carl lowered his pistol and turned around to look at Rick. He started slamming his clenchef fist against the wall and cried out, "Hey, asshole! Hey, shitface!"
"Watch your mouth." Rick told him.
"Are you kidding me?" Carl looked at Rick as if he was stupid, "If there's one of them down there, they would have come out."
He walked out of Rick's view and started making his way up the stairs as Rick stared at the place where he son used to stand a moment ago for a few seconds before making his way into the kitchen. He lowered his Python as he entered it and closed the opened door to the fridge. He started checking the drawers in the kitchen, opening them one by one as Carl made his way to the second floor of the house.
Carl entered one of the rooms on the second floor and was greeted by the view of the sports posters and gaming system. This must have been the kids's room before this house was abandoned by it's previous owners. A small smile formed on his lips as he eyed the room, but it quickly faded away from his mouth. He knocked the video games which were standing on top of the gaming console before yanking out a cable from the TV.
He walked out of the room and made his way to the front door of the house. He used the cables from the kids table to secure the front door by tying it around the door knob as Rick started pushing the knocked over sofa towards the door. Carl turned to look at his dad and said, "I tied the door shut."
"We don't need to take any chances." Rick responded, pushing the sofa towards the front door.
"You don't think it'll hold?" Carl questioned, "It's a strong knot. Clove hitch. Shane taught me. Remember him?"
"Yeah, I remember him. I remember him every day..." Rick replied after a moment, his expression twisting into an angered one at the mention of his best friend, "There something else you want to say to me?"
Carl remained silent as he stepped out of his father's way. He put his hands on the sofa and helped him to push it towards the door. They placed it against the door and flipped it right-side-up.
"This'll have to do for the night." Rick stated as he sat down on the sofa, with Carl taking his seat shorty after.
When Chef opened his eyes, he was met with nothing but darkness around him. He pushed himself into walk, wanting to find a way out of this place but didn't walk for long. In fact he only took a small step forward because he heard how the ground under him splashed like a water. He glanced down and saw that the ground he was walking on was made out of water, or something similiar to that. He quickly confirmed the theory he just came up with when he crouched down and touched it.
He got up from his crouching position and was about to push himself into walk again, but stopped himself from doing so when something ahead of him caught his attention. He caught his breath and shook his head, his eyes widening in shock when Beth, Sadie, Lindsay, Owen, Tyler, Katie, Justin, Sierra, Courtney, and DJ appeared in front of him.
"Wh-What?" Chef whispered to himself as he took a step backwards, terrfied by the view of all the contestants that have died.
"Why did you let us die, Chef?" Lindsay spoke up to him, sounding and looking like she was about to cry as her appearance changed. Her skin became much paller and a massive hole appeared in her stomach, revealing her insides.
"You were supposed to protect us!" Owen added, his voice was so shaky. It was just seconds before Chef was forced to watch how Owen torn apart by the undead at Hershel's farm along with Patricia.
"You promised us that back in our camp in Atlanta!" Sierra added her part as well just a second before a large cut appeared on her neck, with blood pouring out of it.
Lindsay broke into tears as she put her hands to cover her sobbing eyes, "Was it all a lie?"
"Please, tell us." Owen said, "Did you lie to us, Chef?"
Chef took the second step backwards which was followed by another and another one. Each step he took away from the dead contestants was faster than the previous one. Chef just wanted to get away from the people that have died since the dead started walking. His legs gave up and he fell on the ground, splashing the blac water around him as DJ, Courtney and Tyler teleported themselves to him.
"Where are you going, Chef? Why are you running?" Tyler asked him as several holes appeared in his body, his insides were visible to Chef. Chef remained silent and only stared at the jock in horror, "Are you running away from your failures?"
DJ's gunshot wound appeared on his forehead, blood leaking out of it. The brickhouse pointed at his bleeding wound and shouted, "Do you see it? Do you what Jose has done to me! You saw how he put his gun on the back of my head and yet you told Carl and Chris to not fire at them! You could have saved me and Hershel and yet your actions caused us to die!"
"I did everything I could..." Chef was interrupted by Courtney.
"Everything you could?" The CIT scoffed as the stab wound from Jose appeared on her stomach, "You killed me the moment you left me and Andrea behind on the farm!"
"How about we show him something?" Tyler offered.
Courtney and DJ nodded their heads in agreement as Tyler snapped his fingers. He, Courtney and DJ disappeared from Chef's view and it was followed by Owen, Sierra, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Sadie and Justin disappearing as well. Chef was once again left in nothing but darkness but it didn't last for long. The next thing he saw was horrifying and almost caused him to break into sobs.
Bridgette and Leshawna were shown laying next to each other, clutching their bleeding stomachs as they slowly bleed out to death.
Duncan was shown with bruises all across his body, after he was brutally beaten to death by a group of unknown people.
Izzy, Ezekiel and Noah were shown in pieces, aftey they were torn apart by a massive group of the undead.
Geoff was shown falling down on his knees after some darkened figure stabbed him in the back, letting out a painful grunt while doing so.
Gwen was shown leaning against the glassy wall, staring at the unknown person in front of her, screaming her lungs out as she was being devoured by the walkers.
Harold was shown staring at something ahead of him before a bullet flied through his forehead after it hit the back of his head.
A darkened figure was shown holding Alejandro's and Heather's decapited heads.
Trent was shown leaning against the wall, dead after the infection which was caused by a walker bite spread across his entire body and killed him.
Chris was shown laying in a bed, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"See?" Courtney asked Chef who was shaking at his point after witnessing how all of these people died as she, DJ and Tyler appeared behind him, "It is just a matter of time before they all will end up dead and you won't be able to stop those deaths from happening."
"In the end, you'll be left all alone!" Tyler shouted, "You'll be left all alone in this world. Just like that man you encountered. What was his name? Walter?"
DJ placed his hand on Chef's shoulder and rubbed it as if to comfort the shaking man, "Don't be scared, Chef. This is what you wanted to taught me in Action, right? To not be scared. This is exactly how it's going to be and the only thing you can do about it is to prepare yourself for it."
Chef couldn't take it anymore. He woke up from his slumber with a loud gasp leaving his lungs the moment his shot open. He turned his gaze to his right and saw Chris who was still sleeping on the other side of the room, his chest rising up and down. Chef placed his hands on his face, letting out a few deep breaths into them, trying to steady his heavy breathing.
It took him a moment to steady his breathing. He shook his head right after he did so. He couldn't remember the last time when he had a nightmare. He didn't have one when he joined Total Drama crew. He didn't have one when the world turned to the worse and became what it is today. He didn't even have one when he was forced to claim his first victim to save one of his fellow soldiers back in the army. He really couldn't remember when he had a dream that was so bad that it made him wake up from his slumber.
His mind returned to the people he saw in his nightmare. He knew there was nothing he could to save most of them from dying but he couldn't help but guilty. They were all young people that had their entire lives ahead of them and yet all of them had to met their terrible ends after the world became whatever it is today.
He once again shook his head and let out another deep breath, losing the count of how many of those he let out since he awoke from his nightmare. He knew that thinking about the dead people and how they died was not going to make him feel better or bring all of them back to life. The only thing that could make him feel better about them were the good memories he had with them, like the ones when Owen enjoyed his food, even though it was completely uneatable.
He felt a small smile growing on his lips when he thought about DJ and the time when he was trying to make him into a tougher person during TDA which only resulted in DJ feeling guilty and voting himself off. Chef knew that he shouldn't have forced DJ into being a tough guy like him. DJ had to become one by himself and this was exactly what DJ did. The brickhouse was ready to risk his life to make sure his sick friends stayed alive until the group returned with the medication the group needed to save them.
Words couldn't describe how Chef was proud of him.
Words couldn't describe how Chef was proud of everyone from his group.
They all worked together as one group to keep each other alive, even though a lot of them hated each other before all of started. Duncan and Harold or Gwen and Heather were ready to leave each other in the forest to get eaten by the bears before all of this started, and yet they all now worked together as a family.
Chef's smile remained on his lips as he closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon. He and Chris had a long day ahead of them and he wanted to be ready for it. He and Chris were going to find every person from their group that survived the Governor's and Jose's attack on their home because all of these people were their family and they were not going to give up on them.
He didn't care how long it would take. They were going to find them.
He was sure of that.
Michonne was standing in front of her sink with a kitche knife in her hand, cutting some food for the sandwiches she was preparing as she was in the middle of the conversation with her boyfriend Mike and his best friend Terry about a movie they recently saw.
"Listen, I'm just being honest." She began, "I thought it was a bit pedestrian."
Terry laughed, "Pedestrian?
"As in lame." Michonne explained what she meant by that, "And played."
"Played?" Terry couldn't believe his ears, "Where have you seen anything like it before? Tell me that."
"I've never seen a gorilla drive a car before, but if you put it in a museum, I'm not gonna call it art." Michonne pointed out.
Terry turned to look at Mike who was watching the exchange of the words between them with an amused smile on his face, "Mike, would you please talk some sense into your lover?"
Michonne shook her head in disbelief when she heard how Terry called her, "Oh, my God. You did not just call me that."
"I agree with my lover." Mike agreed with Michonne, "I mean, the whole thing was..."
Michonne cut him off, "Very lame."
Mike nodded his head in agreement before finishing what he was saying, "And very played."
"No, no, don't do that. Don't do that." Terry shook his head. She shifted his gaze between Michonne and Mike and continued, "Don't start finishing each other's sentences, man. It's just gross."
"I was going to say that the whole thing was like a monument to someone trying too damned hard to be different." Mike explained himself to Terry as Michonne placed the knife aside and picked up her katana.
"Hallelujah." She said, cleaning her katana with a white cloth, "Listen, I'm glad I saw it even though I did not love it." She placed her katana aside and turned her gaze towards a few year old boy who ran out of the room next to the kitchen. She crouched down as he ran into her arms. She lifted him up, now holding him in her arms, "Hope we're not boring you, peanut."
"I don't think that we should stay at the camp." Terry declared as Michonne approached him and Mike with the boy in her arms.
"No." Mike shook his head, "I'm not taking my son out there. I don't know if this place will work out, but I know it won't if we go out there. Does it even matter anymore? Are we just kidding ourselves?"
Michonne took a breath before responding, "Okay. All right, I see what this is."
"Really? What is this, Michonne?" Terry asked Michonne with a shake of his head, "I mean, you've gotten good with a sword. You know how valuable that is now? You know what that makes you?"
"For what?" Mike asked his friend in return, his voice becoming more shaky with each passing second, "What are we going for? Where's the happy ending here? This isn't life. This isn't anything close, okay? Not for me, not for us. And for our son. What's the answer here?"
"Well, what is the damn question, Mike?" Terry wanted his friend to go straight to the point.
Mike looked up at Michonne, "Why?"
"Okay. That's good." She laughed, "Now I have a question. Who's gonna open the wine?"
Her eyes snapped open when the scenery around her changed. The room she was in became much more darkened as the lights stopped working and when she looked out of the window, she noticed that the city was in ruins. She looked at Mike and Terry who looked at her with completely blank expressions on their faces, ignoring the fact that their arms were missing.
Michonne looked to her right and noticed that the boy she was holding a moment ago completely disappeared. She shook her head and started crying out "No" in terror over and over again.
Michonne let out a gasp as she woke up from her slumber because of the nightmare she had. She sat straight up on the driver's seat of the car she took the shelter in the night before and let out one deep breath after another.
Carl rubbed his face with his hands as he woke up from his slumber. He got up from the matress and walked over to the bag of supplies he and his dad found yesterday. He took out a bad of corn flakes and made his way into the kitchen to prepare himself something to eat. He poured the flakes into the bowl and dug into his breakfast.
Once he was done with his breakfast, and his bowl was empty. He walked out of the kitchen and went back into the living room to see his dad still asleep, "Dad?" He approached him and lightly kicked his shoe to wake him up, "Dad?" He got himself on his knees and started shaking his dad, but Rick's eyes remained closed.
He continued to shake him for several more seconds before he looked up at the front door after something slammed against it. He made his way to the backdoor and exited the house, with his pistol in ready. He quietly made his way to the front of the house and saw two walkers slamming themselves against the front door of the house.
"Hey you!" He called out to the walkers, earning their attention as they turned around to look at him, "Fresh meat right here. Come and get it."
The walkers started making their way towards Carl who took one step backwards after another, intending to led them away from the house to the place where he'd kill them. After a few moment of leading them away from the house, Carl was forced to turn away from the walkers because he heard something next to him. His eyes snapped open in suprise when the third walker appeared out of nowhere and lunged for him.
Carl grabbed the walker and pushed it away from him, only to cause himself to stumble backwards and collaps on the ground. He started crawling away from the walkers as he lifted his pistol up and aimed it at them. He fired and killed the first walker which fell on top of him. Carl quickly aimed his pistol at the second walker as it approached him and fired. The bullet hit the walker in the brain and killed it instantly, but it only caused more problems for Carl as he was now pinned against the ground by two bodies.
He aimed his pistol at the third walker and fired it three times. The first bullet hit the walker in the chest, the second hit it in the shoulder and the third one hit it in the head which finished it off. Carl let out a relieved sigh as he pushed the three bodies off of him. He got himself back on his feet and put his hat back on his head before making his way back to the house.
He entered it through the backdoor and moved to the living room to see that his dad was still asleep, "I killed three walkers. They were at the door. They were gonna get in, but I lured them away. I killed them. I saved you. I saved you. I didn't forget while you had us playing farmer. I still know how to survive. Lucky for us. I don't need you anymore. I don't need you to protect me anymore. I can take care of myself. You probably can't even protect me anyways. You couldn't protect Judith. You couldn't protect Hershel or DJ or Glenn or Maggie. Michonne, Daryl, Chef, Chris or Mom. You just wanted to plant vegetables. You just wanted to hide. He knew where we were and you didn't care! You just hid behind those fences and waited for god knows why. They're all gone now. Because of you! They counted on you! You were their leader! But now you're nothing."
He wiped the tears which formed in his eyes as he spoke those words and moved towards the kitchen. He send his sleeping father one last look, "...I'd be fine if you died."
After grabbing everything he needed, he left the house shorty after, intending to go on the supply run all by himself. He made his way to the nearest house and opened it with a crowbar he found in the house he and his dad took the shelter in last night. He walked through the house and entered the kitchen, wanting to check it first for the obvious reasons.
He looked around himself and felt a smile forming on his lips once he saw how many supplies were in the kitchen. He started putting everything in his bag and his smile widened when he noticed a large can of pudding. He grabbed the can and eyed it, knowing that his next meal was going to be. After making sure that the kitchen was cleared out, Carl headed to the other rooms in the house, leaving the bag there, intending to return for it once he'll be done with the rest of the house.
He walked over to the stair case and made his way to the second floor of the house. He checked the nearest room which from the looks of it must have been the parents room. There was nothing valuable in there so he moved to the other rooms on the second floor. The second room he checked had nothing valuable too, but the third one he checked intrigued him because it's door was locked.
He opened it with the crowbar and his eyes snapped open when a walker lunged for him. He quickly did the first thing that came into his mind which was slamming the door shut, but it was no use as the walker easily came out of the room. Carl fell on the floor and fired his pistol at the undead, missing two times. The third one hit the walker and made it fall on the floor but unfortunely for Carl, didn't kill it.
Carl tried to fire his pistol again but it ran out of the ammo as the walker crawled over to him. He gritted his teeth as he tried to kick the undead away from him, but it only brought him more trouble because grabbed him by his boot. He kicked the walker one more time, sending it away from him a bit which gave him some extra time.
He crawled into one of the rooms he checked a few moments earlier and got himself back on his feet. He quickly ran up to the windows and grabbed it. He tried to get it open as the walker entered the room. Carl knew he had to do something about the approaching undead. He grabbed the lamp which was next to him and hit the walker in the head with it.
It send the walker to the floor but unfortunely for Carl he was brought to the ground along with it when he tried to make his way to the exit from the room. The walker grabbed him by the leg as Carl started panicking when the walker had it's mouth inches away from his leg. Luckilly for him, he managed to get out of it's grasp and all the walker got from him was his shoe.
He ran out of the room and locked the door before the walker could make it's way back to him. He let out a relieved sigh, knowing that it was a close one and looked down, noticing a white chalk which was knocked over on the floor during his fight with the walker. He picked it up and started writing on the door. It took him a moment to write down what he wanted to say.
"WALKER INSIDE. GOT MY SHOE. DIDN'T GET ME."
He let out a short chuckle at his own idea as he turned away from the door and made his way back to the kitchen where he left with bag with supplies he found in the kitchen. He picked it up and slouched it over his shoulder before walking out of the house.
The rest of his time outside of his and his dad's current shelter, Carl spend eating the pudding that he found in the kitchen, enjoying his finding, not intending to stop eating it until the entire can will be empty.
Michonne walked among the group of walkers she came across every not long after she woke up from her nightmare. It wasn't particulary large to call it a herd, but it also wasn't particulary small. She kept her pet walkers close to herself, making sure that the walkers around her were going to think that she was one of them. She turned to her left and her eyes widened when she noticed something.
A walker that looked very similiar to her was walking next to her. She looked at it in horror as if she was being confronted with an image of herself, as a reanimated corpse and took a step away from it. She unsheathed her katana and sliced the walker's head off, not wanting to look at anymore, "No!"
Her scream earned the attention of all other walkers around her. They started walking towards her as Michonne started waving her katana around, getting rid of every walker that approached her. It was only a matter of time before every walker from the group, including Michonne's pets laid on the ground, dead. Michonne let out one deep breath after another as she looked up at the sky.
It was when she shifted her attention to her right as she heard a familiar voice call out for her, "Michonne?"
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Chef and Chris looking at her with concerned looks, "Chef? Chris?"
A smile formed on Chris' lips as he was happy to see that someone else from the prison made it out alive, coming closer to Michonne, "You have no idea how good it is to see you."
"Are you okay?" Chef asked, concerned for her.
"I'm okay." Michonne said, catching a breath, "Is someone else with you?"
"No." Chef replied before asking his own question, "What about you?"
"Same here." Michonne answered, "I'm on my own but I think I found something that can lead us to someone."
Chris and Chef shared a look as Michonne led them out of the forest and took them to the muddy dirt road she passed by yesterday and pointed at the tracks on the road she noticed when she passed it.
Chef crouched down and checked the footprints Michonne that just showed him and Chris, "I'd say we should give them a shot. What does the map say?"
Chris unrolled the map he had taken from Walter's house and quickly found the area they were in, "According to it, this path should led us to that BBQ shack that Walter told us to check while searching for our people. It should also take us to the town he mentioned to us."
Michonne shifted her gaze between them, "Walter?"
"A guy we met not long after we fleed from the prison." Chris explained, "A shame he didn't come with us."
Michonne considered asking Chef and Chris more about this Walter guy they mentioned to her and why he didn't come with them but ultimately decided not to. From the looks on their faces, she quickly came to a conclusion that something must have happened to him not long after they met him.
"Let's go." Chef said, breaking himself into walk, "We don't have all day."
Chris nodded his head and followed his fellow host, Michonne doing the same shorty after. The group of three procceded to follow the footprints, hoping that they will lead them to someone from their group.
The sound of someone groaning woke Carl up from his slumber. He turned his gaze towards the source of the noise and saw his dad who was moving, letting out quiet groans while doing so. He let out a terrified gasp as he realized that his dad has changed into a walker. He quickly searched through the stuff around him and found Rick's Python.
He aimed the Python at his dad, letting out a deep terrified breath. His dad reached out for him before falling off the sofa. Carl was breathing heavily in and out. He flinched when the sound of his dad landing on the floor rang through his ears. Tears appeared in his eyes as he started crying. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill his dad even if it was a walker.
It was when he realized that what he said to him earlier was not true. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to be left all by himself and it was exactly what happened. He continued crying as his dad's hand was inches away from his leg. He lowered the Python when Rick's hand landed on his shoe. His mom was dead. His sister was dead. His friends were dead. His home was destroyed and now his dad was dead. He had nothing left in this world.
He gave up. He didn't want to live if he was going to be all by himself. He shook his head, "I can't. I was wrong. Just do it."
"...Carl." Rick said weakly to his son as Carl looked down at his dad, realizing that he was not dead after all, "Don't go outside. Stay safe."
It was the last thing he said to his before he fell over, laying on his back, unconscious. Carl crawled over to his dad and placed his head on his knees, whimpering out a tearful, "I'm scared.."
Chris, Chef and Michonne made their way to the BBQ shack that the former mentioned to them when they started following the footprints. They entered it and saw a single body of a walker on the floor. They split up around the place, starting to search through it. Perharps someone from their group was or still is taking a shelter in this place.
Michonne checked her part of the shack and saw there wasn't anyone in there. She was about to make her way outside, to wait for Chef and Chris in there but stopped herself from doing so when looked down and noticed a piece of paper with "Please do what I could - Joe Jr" written on it laying on the floor.
She crouched down and leaned against the wall, speaking up to herself in a tearful manner, "...Mike. I miss you. I missed you even when I was with you. Back at the camp. It wasn't you who did it. You were wrong. Because I'm still here. And you could be, too. And he could be. I know the answer. I know why."
She had no idea that Chef and Chris happened to be walking towards the exit from the shack when she started speaking and heard everything she said to herself. They shared a look with each other, coming to a mutual agreement. They decided to pretend that they didn't heard it and stay silent about it.
Michonne looked up and saw Chef and Chris watching her. She let out a sigh, realizing that they must have heard her, "Did you heard everything?"
Chris exchanged another look with Chef, realizing that their plan to stay silent about it was not going to work, before replying to her question, not seeing a point in lying to her, "Yes."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Chef offered, even though he already knew the answer.
"No." Michonne shook her head. The answer to her problems that she mentioned when she was speaking to Mike was that she won't be shutting herself away from the other people anymore, but she was not going to share this information with Chris and Chef. At least not now, "Let's just go."
Chef and Chris nodded, understanding why she didn't want to talk about it. The group of three exited the BBQ shack and walked away, continuing their search for their people.
It's been a while since Rick woke up from his long slumber. He and Carl were sitting next to each other, leaning against the sofa they used to block the door. They were talking about everything that happened when he was asleep. Carl didn't had much to tell him. It was mostly about how he went out on a supply run by himself and found some supplies in one of the houses.
"You shouldn't have risked it, going out there like that." Rick told his son, "It's dangerous."
"I was careful." Carl assured his dad.
Rick nodded his head to that, "It's good that you found more food."
"I found even more." Carl said, "But I ate it."
"What was it?" Rick questioned.
"112 ounces of pudding." Carl replied. He and his dad laughed a little at his response.
"I know." Rick began, "We'll never get things back to the way they used to be."
Carl looked at him in confusion, "What?"
"I only clung to that for you. For Judith. Now she's gone." Rick answered, "And you, you're a man, Carl. You're a man. I'm sorry."
Carl shook his head, "You don't need to be."
At the same time, Michonne, Chef and Chris were making their way through the neighbourhood as they continued their search for the people that left the footprints in the mud. It was when the spotted an opened can of pudding on the road and looked at the house in front of them. The group of three held their weapons in ready as they slowly made their way up the porch stairs.
Michonne who walked in the front of the group of three walked over to the front door of the house but didn't knock on them. She looked through the window and saw Rick and Carl sitting next to each other, enjoying their breakfast, causing her to drop her sword back into her sheath.
"What?" Chris asked as he approached Michonne who started crying in joy, "What is it?"
Michonne couldn't stop smilling as she responded to his question, "Just take a look."
Chris and Chef did as they were told and looked through the window, seeing the same thing as Michonne did. Chris lowered his rifle and felt how a huge smile grew on his lips when he noticed two familiar people in the house.
Chef couldn't stop smilling as he asked Michonne, "You're gonna knock?"
Michonne wiped her tears off her cheeks and knocked on the doors, earning Rick's and Carl's attention. The former got up from the floor and made his way to the door, holding his Python in ready. He looked through the peephole and noticed three familiar people standing in front of the door. He started laughing as he slumped back onto the sofa, confusing Carl who was standing behind him with his pistol in ready.
"What?" His son asked, confused by his reaction.
Rick looked up at his son with a smile on his lips, "It's for you."
If you're wondering why Cody and Eva haven't appeared in Chef's nightmare along with the other dead TD characters, it's because he has no idea that they died during the Governor's and Jose's attack.
The Clementine comic came out recently and the only thing I can say about it is "What the hell is this?". Why was Clem miserable in the school out of the sudden even though she was shown to be happy in the last episode of season 4? She wouldn't never act the way she did in that comic. She would never abandon AJ (Her entire arc since the finale of season 2 was about protecting AJ, the same way Lee protected her). For me, this comic is not canon and Clementine's story ended in season 4.
One more thing I want to talk is the trailer for the final season of the show and I have say this trailer got me really excited for the final season of the show. I can't wait what they're going to do with Maggie and Negan, what they're going to do with the reapers, and what are they're going to do with Commonwealth (I wonder who is going to get Dwight's and Rick's comic book deaths). I still hope we'll get to see Rick and Morgan in this season. It would be awesome to see the two people that the show started with in it's final season.
I have a few ideas which TD character will make an appereance during this arc (If we'll ever get to it) and which ones are going to be villainous (Like Sebastian) and which ones are going to be more positive (Like Mercer). One of them would definitely appear with Lance in the commercial at the end of the trailer. :)
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.
