This War of Mine Apocalypse Season 4
Chapter 1 of Season 4 of my Walking Dead/This War of Mine crossover, enjoy.
As usual expect this to be the longest chapter in the story, due to it serving as the introduction and showing how things have changed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Walking Dead, This War of Mine or their characters.
Episode 1 – Part 1
Two years had passed since the group of survivors had first met on the outskirts of the city after the dead inexplicably started walking again. Two years of pain, suffering, horror but also of hope, growing love and of coming together as a family. Together they strove to work together until finally they accomplished their goal. They had successfully reached the capital city Pogoren and cleared it out of Walkers, setting up a community with walls and kept the people inside trained and prepared, gathering supplies and doing everything they could to try and ensure that at least some semblance of a normal life could return to them all. The dangers were still present, but they were aware of that and stayed alert, more people joined the community as time went on and now they held a strong and stable community in Pogoren under Niko's leadership, or more accurately, a democracy with Niko the elected leader.
Niko, now twenty-two was a young man of just above medium height with medium length dark red hair and hazel eyes; he had fair skin and a toned build; he also wore glasses and had a short beard. The weather was pleasantly warm as it was now the height of summer but it was a sign of improvement that they were able to have suitable clothes to cope with the changing weather and seasons, in Niko's case, a pair of ripped jeans, a white T-shirt and white sneakers.
Stepping out of his home in the community Niko smiled lightly as he noted his family nearby. The first was his wife, eighteen year old Arica, who was of medium height, still rather skinny but with definite notable curves, long dirty blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, icy blue eyes and rather pale with notable scars on her face. She was clad in a pair of black mini shorts, a dark red button up shirt, dark socks and dark sneakers.
Walking alongside her were two children, a girl of twelve, still somewhat short for age with fair skin, blonde hair in a ponytail and brown doe eyes, as well as being somewhat skinny, wearing a white skirt, red tank-top and sandals.
The other was a little boy of two with dark red hair and hazel eyes, a button nose and fair skinned, clad in blue shorts, a red T-shirt and white sneakers. It was Niko and Arica's adopted daughter Lydia and their son Jonas, who had been born nine months after their escape from the compound of the evil Pytor.
Meaning Arica had been pregnant throughout their efforts to find and secure their own community, something which had shocked and worried Niko when she finally told him. Brushing the thought aside however he smiled as he joined them.
"Morning." He greeted.
Arica grinned. "Morning."
Jonas reacted at once to his presence. "Daddy."
Niko hugged his son and was soon joined by his wife and daughter as they looked around the main square, noting the 'main' members of the community, the founders so to speak, their friends who had been with them since the beginning.
Another family of four just across the street from the emerged from their house together, looking forward to the day ahead. First was thirty year old Katia who stood just above medium height with deep brown eyes and curly brown hair down to her shoulders, full pretty lips, pale skin and a slender build. She wore a denim skirt, a dark blue tank-top and matching flats. Her new husband twenty-nine year old Marko by her side.
Marko had brown hair that had previously been shaved, he also had dark blue eyes, a skinny build with fair skin and a rugged stubble covered jaw, standing at roughly the same height as Katia. He wore light blue pants, a grey tank-top and blue sneakers. With them was their adopted children, seventeen year old Grozdan and eleven year old Kalina.
Both had olive toned skin, brown eyes and dark brown hair, short for Grozdan and long thick hair for Kalina and both slender and, in Grozdan's case, lanky. Following being bitten on his left hand, Grozdan had to have the hand amputated to save his life. Having settled down in their community another member of the community, Marin, was able to use his handyman skills to craft Grozdan a rudimentary prosthetic hand to fit on the stump left behind. They were dressed respectively in cargo shorts, a light green T-shirt with light blue sneakers and jeans with a white T-shirt and white sneakers.
As they recalled Marin they also spotted him, chatting with two other members of the community, Pavle and Britta, a newly formed couple. Marin was a forty-one year old man with long greying brown hair and a similar full beard, brown eyes behind small square glasses a regular build and fair skin, as well as being slightly taller and clad in jeans, a dark grey T-shirt and black sneakers.
Pavle was thirty-two with blonde short hair, blue eyes a chiselled jaw and an athletic build, he was reasonably tall and fair skinned and wearing cargo pants, a dark green T-shirt and dark blue sneakers. Britta meanwhile was thirty-one with long light brown hair, blue eyes and tall athletically toned build and wearing white jeans, a grey T-shirt and white sneakers. They were simply passing time, today was one of the rare days when, aside from a rotating guard shift at the wall for safety, they didn't have much to do.
Which was why, at that moment, they also saw the people who had just finished their shift at the wall making their way back to their homes. The first of the four was a woman of twenty-two with medium length black hair, dark brown eyes with a few moles dotting her face, she was also slender and fair skinned, clad in pink shorts, a white tank-top and pink flats, her name was Zlata.
The other woman was thirty-seven year old Emilia, a professional looking fair skinned woman of above medium height with long messy brown hair and brown eyes behind a pair of glasses and a slender build, who was clad in khaki shorts, a grey T-shirt and grey flats.
The other two coming off their guard shift were both male, a tall twenty-nine year old man with long brown hair and intense green eyes, an athletic build and scars on his forehead, fair skinned and had a look of danger around him, even clad in cargo pants, a white T-shirt and white sneakers, the other was tall with thick brown hair and a matching beard, brown eyes and fair skin, wearing glasses, grey pants, a red T-shirt and red sneakers. It was Roman and Bruno respectively.
After talking a little they began to go their separate ways, Zlata was heading to pick up her adopted son, Sergei, soon spotting him chatting with Iskra, under the watchful eye of Cveta, one of the first two teachers in the newly opened school, and Christo, Iskra's father. Sergei and Iskra were both thirteen, Sergei being tall for age with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a lanky build, wearing denim knee length shorts, a white T-shirt and white ankle socks with white sneakers.
Iskra meanwhile was shorter with pale skin, a round face and medium length black hair, blue eyes and rather skinny, although starting to develop as a girl, she wore jeans, a white T-shirt and matching sneakers. Christo was a tall pale skinned man in his mid-thirties, square faced with a regular build, short blonde hair, dark grey eyes and wearing glasses, white pants, a dark blue T-shirt and dark shoes.
He smiled lightly as he watched over his daughter, always the doting father. Cveta nodded to Zlata, seeing her approach, and smiled. Cveta was a middle-aged plump woman with short brown hair, brown eyes, of medium height and wearing glasses, she was pale and had a gentle air around her. She was wearing white pants, a grey blouse, white socks and matching sneakers.
Soon they began to go their separate ways, yet all planned to meet up later to talk and consider what they'd do for the upcoming week.
For the last of the founders this peaceful day was joyful for a variety of reasons. Smiling as she finished clearing away the breakfast dishes, Mara smiled. Mara was a young woman, twenty-six, of average height with pale skin and a slender build.
She had changed in the past two years, her long brunette hair had a more lustrous sheen to it and her green eyes shone with warmth, she wore denim shorts, a white tank-top and brown boots. Two years on from the death of Eli, her abusive boyfriend and she had a whole new lease on life.
Her motherly vibes came from raising both her adopted sons, Misha and Ivano. She smiled at the thought of the boys, of her happy things were lately, although Ivano was still having an awkward time adjusting, still calling her Mara while Misha had started calling her mom, but she was fine with that. She looked out the window to the front garden where her boys were playing.
Misha was twelve now, a little taller than he had been, his brown hair was slightly longer and his brown doe eyes still so innocent, he was still skinny but less worryingly so, he wore jeans, a white shirt and blue sneakers and although he didn't wear it as often now, he still had his dark blue hunting hat. Ivano was a pale boy of eleven, average height for his age with brown eyes, copper coloured hair and freckles, wearing a pair of red shorts, a light blue T-shirt and light blue sneakers.
Watching her boys, her heart swelled with love. They were laughing and playing, it was like nothing was wrong in the world anymore. She decided to head outside and see how they were getting on She carried a pitcher of water and some cups outside with her as well in case they were thirsty. Outside the boys were playing ball together, cheering and laughing.
Mara smiled. It was great to see them so happy after all that happened. Ivano had just recently stopped sucking his thumb and she took that as a huge sign of progress. He had been in a bad place since his grandfather Henrik died, but he seemed to be recovering. The boys then spotted her and both smiled.
Misha spoke first, cheerfully. "Hey mom."
"Hey Guys." She replied before asking. "Thirsty?"
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Ivano said at once.
She smiled and poured the water into the cups handing them to the boys and filling one for herself before they drank.
Ivano let out a satisfied sigh. "Sure needed that, it's warm today."
"Of course. Anything for my boys." Mara said with a wink.
Both boys smiled, Misha hugging her, Ivano hesitated briefly before joining in. Mara hugged them back, giving each a kiss. They had suffered so much, took so much effort to rebuild; now they had a chance to live a somewhat decent life after so much stress; they just had to be ready to fight to protect it, no matter what.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
