(I DO NOT own The Walking Dead, Code Lyoko, or any names/brands that might appear in the story. Any references to any person living or dead is merely a coincidence, and should NOT be taken as intentional. All of that being said, I hope you enjoy the story! :D)

Dominic didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he COULD do. A man ate another man right in front of him! What was the cannibal on?! Cocaine?! Dominic was panicking beyond any doubt as he tried desperately to bend the bars on his window, panting with fear as he saw the cannibal noticed him.

"COME ON! COME ON! PLEASE!" Dominic fearfully exclaimed to the window.

The cannibal growled, snarling as he hobbled over to Dominic's cell door and reached an arm through it, not getting anywhere even close to the man inside. Dominic slid down against the wall, wide eyed and unable to control his breathing as he saw the cannibal snarling and trying to reach him...

And that's when Dominic noticed... the arm was barely hanging onto the cannibal. It was literally just bone and a small layer of muscle. He struggled not to scream as he saw the mouth of the cannibal had a large and open wound on it, and Dominic could tell at least half the blood on the cannibal's clothes had to be from him...

...What was keeping him alive? That's the part Dominic couldn't figure out. This cannibal, this THING looked like it went through a shredder. He climbed back onto his bunk and he looked back outside of the window... He was horrified to see dozens more of the creatures, slowly hobbling or limping their way all over the street. All of them had greying skin and many wounds...

He knew none of them were human, they couldn't be. They couldn't be human with how they were eating and attacking random people... Dominic sat down on his bunk, taking deep and shuddering breaths as he struggled to calm down. He knew panicking would make it all worse and possibly draw in more of the creatures. But he couldn't shake himself from the face he was trapped. He was locked in a cell, inside of a building with was surrounded by cannibal creatures...

He knew he was fucked.

Dominic grabbed his plate that still had some food on it, and he put it close to the bed. He put the unopened can of Coca-Cola there as well, and he reached into a neighboring cell after he saw a fallen cell phone, quickly getting it into his cell and putting it next to the plate and soda. Dominic knew he could survive for at least a little while if he conserved his supplies, and it didn't panic.

He then looked at the phone after he turned it on, feeling a little hopeful after he saw the battery was still pretty high. Unfortunately, however, he couldn't get a signal. Not even one bar. But he could tell it was probably because of everything that was happening outside... He digressed and he turned on the camera, switching it so he could use the camera on the face of the phone. He then turned on the video recorder, intending to make note of his dilemma.

"Hello... My name is Dominic Mendoza. Today is April 28th, 2014... I don't know what's happening, but some weird goddamn shit outside got me trapped in my fucking jail cell. I don't see a way out and this recording is just for the record, just in case I don't make it..." Dominic said to the camera.

He stopped where he was after he heard the creature out of his cell growl a little louder. Dominic shook his head, sighing before he looked back at the camera.

"If anyone finds this, please... PLEASE get the fuck out of here. It's not safe. There's shitloads of man-eating bastards outside that want you dead. And there's another one right in front of my cell, but thankfully the fucker can't reach far enough to get me. I'll stop recording for now, but I'll make more recordings if I feel like it..." Dominic finished.

He saved the recording and he turned off the phone so he could save the power. He set it back down and he sat down back on his bunk, rubbing the side of his head as he sighed...

It was literally the end of the fucking world... and he was trapped in a cell like a rat.

The creature kept snarling as Dominic diverted his attention to the brick wall behind him, raising an eyebrow as he noticed several names were carved into it, all being former prisoners who were in that cell before him...

Dave- Five Days.

King Krack.

Mike wuz hear 4 Days.

Israel- I'M King of the world!

Tomas- Go FUck yourselves.

Jerry the Motherfuckin' OG! Two weeks stay!

Franklin.

Cash Moneyz!

Landon- I will be out in a day!

Harper: Landon no. A week tops.

Dominic read each of the names and the messages that were carved. He thought most of them were pretty stupid, but he just digressed and turned his attention back to the creature. The creature snarled some more but Dominic was starting to get a little used to it. It couldn't hurt him as long as he stayed a good distance away from the door.

"You can't hurt me, I know that... Just stay back and we'll be fine." Dominic told it.

The creature snarled as Dominic kept thinking of what he could and should do. He looked in the other cell that he was neighboring, seeing there was a small crucifix sitting within a good reaching distance. He managed to get it and he took a look at it before he set it down next to the cell phone.

He looked at a wall clock across the room and he saw it was only three P.M. But he felt so exhausted from the events that happened within the last few hours, so he laid down on his bunk and decided to rest his eyes...

Dominic just wanted all of this to be over... He was still holding out hope that maybe the National Guard would come and save him. Or maybe the Army, or something. The rest of the country just simply couldn't have just fallen so easily, right? Right...?

Right...?

Many months ago...

"Dominic... Listen to me."

Dominic dazedly looked at his father, Alejandro, wobbling as he held a crack pipe in one hand and a set of car keys in the other. His father, Alejandro, had a deep frown on his face has he stared at his intoxicated son. He couldn't count how many times he had to stop his son from doing shit like this. He never got into any trouble like his son did, back when he lived in Cuba. Alejandro walked up to Dominic, crossing his arms as he glared at him.

"Son... the drugs are a curse on you and your soul. They bring nothing but trouble. Dominic, por favor (please), just please stop this before you bring more shame onto the Mendoza name. At least do it for your mother, may god rest her soul, since she didn't want you like this." Alejandro pleaded.

But Dominic wouldn't hear any of it. He simply laughed and went straight to his car, somehow managing to get into the driver's seat. Alejandro simply watched with a frown and a feeling of shame for his son as he watched him back out of the driveway, speeding away at a very high speed...

Dominic woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, a nightmare being what he dreamed of last night... He didn't want to dwell on it. He sat up in his bed and looked out the window, seeing it was sometime just after dawn. The creature was still outside of his cell, still trying to reach him and still snarling...

What the hell could give something the will to do that...?

He stared at the creature for what seemed like hours. The creature kept trying to reach him for every single minute of it... It was proof to Dominic that this thing wasn't human. It couldn't be...

But what was it to be called? He wondered to himself... He looked out of the window, seeing the dozens of the other creatures still roaming around outside, still walking to find their next meal which might never come...

That's when he knew exactly what to call them. He whispered their new designation to himself, still studying the ones outside as he did...

"Walkers..."

Walkers... All they did was walk; walk until they could find their next meal. Which might be him if he didn't stay quiet... Dominic knew that maybe, MAYBE the National Guard or someone else could save him, but he also knew something else...

It was gonna be a while...