(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)

Day Three.

Dominic carefully used a large piece of his bedframe and reached deep into a neighboring cell. He saw it had a plate that had a little bit of crackers and a small piece of bread... He needed all the food on that plate. He laid on the ground as he pushed the piece of bedframe into the cell, the walker outside of his desperately trying to grab his leg... But Dominic managed to push the second plate closer to him, and then finally managed to pull it into his cell...

He knew he was going to have to ration...

Dominic still didn't know what to do about the walker, though... He didn't know if he should try to kill it, or reason with it, or tie it down or something... Could they even be cured? Was the government doing anything to stop this, if they were even still around? What about the Center for Disease Control? Surely someone, somewhere has to be trying to cure all of this...

He didn't want to die in his cell...

Now it was his fourth day trapped in his cell... Four days spent thinking he was just a dead man walking. Dominic was trying not to become desperate. The government or the National Guard MIGHT still be able to stop this, but from the looks of everything outside he was beginning to assume that it was all destroyed. He figured the United States of America was destroyed by now... along with the rest of civilization, probably.

And that fucking walker outside the cell wouldn't stop growling...

"God, just shut the fuck up!" Dominic suddenly snapped at the walker.

That only made the walker's snarls louder. Dominic couldn't take it, as it was just a constant reminder that death was right over his shoulder, just patiently waiting for him to give up... Dominic picked up the piece of bedframe, a look of fury on his face as he went to the cell door. The walker snarled as its fingers were only inches away from Dominic's torso, but Dominic pushed away its hand and he started trying to stab the walker in the chest and stomach, doing it a lot so it would die...

But it wasn't dying... In fact, all it was doing was just making it angry. Dominic couldn't understand it... He stabbed it EVERYWHERE! Why wouldn't it die?! What was keeping this creature alive?!

And then in a moment of rage, Dominic threw the bedpost to the floor and went back to his bed, sitting down as he tried to calm down... He got the cell phone again and turned the recorder back on, aiming the camera at himself.

"Fuck... I- I don't know if I'm gonna get out of this. I'm trying not to lose hope, but it's hell outside. There's so many fucking walkers, and I don't know if I should try to attack the one in here. I don't know if there could be a cure, or a way to stop this. I'm worried if I kill it, then later I could find out this entire thing would blow over... I don't know if I'm ready to make that risk yet, but I know I have to hurry and think of something... I won't last forever in here." Dominic said to the camera.

Dominic saved the video and then turned off the cell phone, hoping to conserve the power for as long as he could... He's been in his cell for four whole days, and the bread on the plate was already halfway gone. He didn't know what else he could do at this point...

He laid down back in his bed and he started to think about his father, Alejandro, and he wondered if he was even alive anymore. His mother died several years previously, and he was thankful she didn't have to see all of these things happen... but what of his father? If he was alive, would he be missing his son? He wouldn't blame him if he didn't... He fell asleep with only one thought on his mind:

He was a disappointment in so many ways...

"Son... why are you doing this...?"

Dominic was only nine years old when he first got his hands on a gun... and also when he first got a bag full of cocaine. The streets of Miami were a tough place to live back then, and many bad people were all over the place... He assumed he was an OG, a gangsta, a hoodrat... But still, the titles didn't prepare Dominic for the look of shame he saw on his fathers face when he first got caught. Alejandro and his wife, Maria, both stared at their son after they went into his room to talk to him about his failing school grades...

A 9 millimeter Beretta 92 handgun was sitting next to him on his bed, and the bag of cocaine was open in front of him, and some was already liquefied with a lighter and spoon. Some was aso already filled up inside of a syringe, with Dominic having an intent to use it on himself... Maria's mother and father fell ill to these type of vices when they were in Cuba, and she and Alejandro fled the island country to make a better life for their son in America.

...but now she was worried it would be for nothing.

The sound of gunshots and distant explosions quickly woke Dominic up from his sleep. The nightmare he dreamed of was quickly pushed out of his mind as he looked outside his window. He couldn't tell what was happening outside, but he saw several men in military uniforms and a Humvee were in the streets, shooting at all of the walkers they could see out there.

Was this his rescue?!

Dominic had a look of bewilderment plastered on his face as he saw flares and bullets being shot all over the place by the military. One of the soldiers ran up to the window with another soldier, one holding a small red container.

"You! In the cell! Get back, we're gonna get you out!" the soldier with the red explosive container shouted.

Dominic was about to back away from the window, thinking he was about to finally get out... but then several walkers charged the two soldiers and tore them to shreds before they knew what was happening. Dominic watched with horror as the walkers ran towards every soldier they could find, dozens at a time eating each and every one of them... The Humvee was flipped over by the sheer force of the horde, the person manning the machine gun at the top quickly falling out and screaming as he was eaten alive...

He couldn't believe what he was seeing... His hopes were raised so high and then crushed by those damn walkers... His rage came back and mixed with his grief, his fists balling up as he angrily looked at the walker outside of his cell... So, with not a care in the world about the walker, Dominic grabbed the bedframe and aimed the sharpened end through the gaps in the bars, but this time he aimed for its head...

When he stabbed the head, the sharpened end went straight through like a knife through butter. It was that decayed enough for it to go through with ease... Dominic retracted the piece of bedframe, angrily watching the corpse fall down onto the ground next to the officer, who was also trying to claw at him. And without a doubt in his mind he stabbed the officer walker in the head, also pacifying him...

Dominic unsympathetically stared at the corpses, tossing the piece of bedframe onto the floor across the room... He stared at the bodies as he sat back down on his bunk, sighing as he finally started to calm down. The dark red blood pooled around the corpses bodies, some of it trailing into his cell...

He knew no help would come now...