Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead.

AN: Yeah, just a little something that came to me.

Little Prologue

The American Government had several secrets. Aliens, Roswell, Area 51, Hoover Dam, Fort Knox was just the tip of the iceberg. They did plenty of genetic experiments. They created superhumans, metahumans, mutants, and hybrids. The things that go bump in the night... All true. Witches were a bloodline thing, which the government sought to control but could not. Vampires and the different species of were's were spread far and wide but the government did get their own to slice and dice. If you happened to be born gifted, they would take you from your family. You'd be another face on a missing child's billboard. They wanted to be God. They wished to be in control and be able to make the other nations bow to their will. It was a race to be the ultimate country. And in that race, they created their own doom. Do not try to usurp God's authority for he will subtly lead you to your own destruction.

Atlanta, Georgia

"Man, it is so hot." Isis said as she and her sister watched the dead below in a feeding frenzy.

"That poor horse." Bastet said with a sigh.

"Yes, poor creature." Isis agreed.

The two sisters watched the chaos below. The dead were frenzied by the fresh meat and of the idiotic cop stuck in the tank. He would be lucky if he was able to get out. Maybe they would help him, maybe they would not. Who knew? They watched as the dead moved away from the tank and the man jumped out and ran for a nearby alley way. He was met by a young man. They followed their path and saw the two go to another building and were yanked in by other people.

"Lucky bastards, aren't they?" Bastet said when the door slammed.

"For sure." Isis said and then they heard gun shots followed by a crude hillbilly voice.

The two decided to investigate. The man was on the top of the shopping building the men had just entered. He was a bit dirty but then again, the dead were walking the earth, it wasn't exactly the best time to take a shower every day. Hygiene was a must in any situation, but it would be sparse at best in these conditions. They watched from a ledge on the opposite building as he continued to rain fire power down upon the walkers and cursed like it was his lifeblood.

"He's an entertaining sort of fellow, isn't he? Bastet asked Isis.

"Indeed. A little too crude for my liking but entertaining nonetheless." Isis grinned.

"He... He is handsome in a rough way, yes?" she asked of Isis.

"In a way, yes." Isis agreed with her sister.

They continued to watch the entertaining man. They could tell by his stance and his weapons training that he was military trained but with the attitude he held, the man had never been more than a serviceman. Probably a lot of trouble for them as well. That thought made them grin. They were not fans of anything to do with the government. After being raised in a government lab and experimented on after being kidnapped from their parents for having abilities. It had been a long sorrowful life for them and then the "Outbreak" happened. Which it was not. It was the government's latest biological weapon. They decided to see how it would work on the populace. Population control. They are the ones who created things such as Ebola, West Nile Virus, Swine Flu, etc.

Isis and Bastet were immune to these sicknesses and pretty much anything unless they were wounded. If wounded they could get infections, could lose limb or life but that was it. Since they were experimented on in the labs that helped create the virus that caused the "outbreak" they had prolonged exposure to all sorts of diseases and as such they built up an immunity to the diseases. There was a cure to this "outbreak", but it was all but lost when the labs were over run. The only part of the cure left was within both Isis and Bastet. It was this reason that they were weary of people with the outbreak. They were fearful that it anyone found out and found out their weaknesses they would be strapped down to a table and hacked apart.

The girls watched as many people poured out onto the roof top and away from the amassing hoard of undead. There was a scuffle and many racial choice words thrown around. But the cop overpowered the hillbilly military man, hand cuffing him to a water line. That was not good. Bastet and Isis watched as they all left him on the roof. Leaving him to exposure to the elements and the possibility of being eaten by the undead. They hoped the people came back for him. Then the black man dropped the key! This was a cruel way to die.

After a couple hours passed it became apparent that they were not coming back for him. It was not right. Quietly the girls slithered down from where they had been hidden and quiet as cats they scampered across the roof and near Merle. The heat was beginning to get to him. He was mumbling a bit incoherently. Bastet walked around and stood in front of him.

"Well, well, well, Ole Merle's gettin' a visit from a pretty Angel." The man, Merle, said.

"I'm no Angel but I can get you out of here." Bastet said.

"Well set your sweet ass to doing it." he said crudely.

Bastet pursed her lips at that. He was attractive but crude. It was just her luck too. Isis came round with a pair of bolt cutters and handed them over to her sister. Isis rolled her eyes when he made a crude observance of her as well. When they got him undone, he jumped to his feet and grabbed his gun. It was time to get out of there. It would be better to jump to the next building's roof and go out the back entrance of that building. There was the box truck they slept in from time to time. It had gas in it so they could drive away and get out of Atlanta. Bastet signed for him to follow them, and they took a running leap over to the next building, it was not far. Merle may have been older, but he was still in pretty good shape and easily kept up with them as they ran the route they knew down to the truck.

Once at the truck Merle jumped in the driver's seat and the girls brooked no argument there. He knew where he was going, and they were just going along for the ride. Bastet hopped in beside him and Isis sat by the window. Without pause Merle turned the key, turning over the ignition and sped out of Atlanta like hell was on his ass. He was angry. They could tell, there was an angry aura radiating off him. Neither girl spoke while he quietly stewed over being abandoned by his fellow survivors.

It was just becoming twilight when they pulled up to a camp. There were several other vehicles at the area. Before they even got out of the truck, they saw many men rushing forward, guns in hand. Merle grumbled and grabbed his gun and left the truck. There was a long shouting match and then he returned to the truck and waved them out. Bastet came out on Merle's side and Isis used her own door. The girls came around and were watched by the group.

"Girls got me outta there." Merle grumbled.

"Thank you." a man said to them, "I'm Daryl. Merle's brother."

"You're welcome. We weren't going to see him die." Bastet said and shuffled a bit closer to Merle.

"Are y'all ok?" A woman with long dark hair asked them, she had a young boy at her hip.

"Yeah, it's been hard, but we managed." Isis answered her.

"You're more than welcome to stay." a man with a fishing hat said, "Plenty of room in the RV."

Both girls looked at each other and then Bastet looked at Merle. He nodded at her and she looked back at Isis. Isis then nodded at the group. They were going to stay with them for a while.

AN: I always thought it was shitty that Merle was left on top of the building and that he lost his hand and Daryl lost a brother later on. But I do know that it was so Daryl could grow into himself. I will still incorporate that into this fiction.