Sorry about the lack of updates.

Disclaimer: I do not own WALL-E or Walking Dead. I only own Michelle.


"Look. Over there."

"What?"

"That."

"Is he still alive?"

"Maybe. He doesn't look like he turned. Yet."

"I think he'll pull through. He's still breathing."

Those were the first words I heard. I didn't recognize the voices. It was a male and a female. But I was confused. Breathing? Since when did I need to breathe? I'm a robot for crying out loud! I don't need to breathe! Do I?

"How did he lose consciousness? The only way for that to happen nowadays is from the sickness. But it doesn't look like he got bit." The male asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll check him out. The question I have is 'Why are his clothes so clean?' You'd think they'd have some sort of stain on them by now."

"Be careful, Michelle."

"Carl, I know what I'm doing."

I feel a hand touch me and start moving around. It almost felt nice, yet weird as well. I opened my eyes to see a blondish-brown haired girl, about 16. She wore a blue T-shirt and black sweatpants. She also wore blue and black sneakers. Her shirt had weird red stains on it. Behind her was a boy - around 14 - with messy dark brown hair, a camouflage T-shirt, jeans, heavy-duty boots, and a sheriffs' hat. Both of them had a handgun in their pocket. As soon as my eyes opened, the girl jumped back and grabbed her handgun. She pointed it at me and the boy did the same.

I held up my scrubbing brush - except it wasn't my scrubbing brush. I had hands. But not just any hands. Human hands. They were gloved with black rubber. I looked down at myself. I was human. I wore a white zip-sweatshirt with matching white sweatpants. The waistband was black. The sweatshirt had a black oval on each of my shoulder sides. I was also wearing black rainboots. I turned to the girl and boy, who were still pointing their guns at me. I held up my hands.

"Don't shoot. I mean you no harm." It was the first time I heard my new voice. It was deep. Well. Deeper.

"Who are you?" The girl demanded. Did I mention she looked absolutely beautiful?

"M-O."

"How'd you get this far? You look like you haven't killed a single walker, judging by your lack of weapons and incredibly clean clothing."

Walker? What's a walker? I just stared at her blankly. "What's a walker?" I asked.

"Biter? Shambler? Shuffler? Any of these sound familiar?" she asked.

"Nope."

"You've got to call them something."

I was starting to lose my patience. "Who's 'them'?!" I yelled.

"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?!" the boy hissed.

"Killed by what? We're the only ones out here," I retorted, looking around. Grass and trees were everywhere. I've never seen so many trees in my life. But there were no signs of humans or animals or anything.

"Just be quiet and listen." the girl instructed.

I just did what was told. At first, I heard nothing. But in the distance, I heard moaning in groaning. It was unlike anything I heard before. "What. Is. That?"

"The walkers. You're new to the apocalypse, aren't you?"

"I've already been through the apocalypse," I said, recalling the scene that greeted me when I first came off the Axiom.

"No, you haven't. This probably isn't the type of apocalypse you're thinking of," the female explained. As soon as she said that, something caught my eye. A person was limping towards us. It growled at us, which was weird. As it got closer, I realized something was wrong with it. It had gray skin and it was falling apart. A deep bite mark was on its right arm.

The girl, who had lowered her gun, quickly brought it back up and shot the person in the head. I gasped.

"Why'd you just do that? He obviously needed medical attention!"

"If you're implying that was a human being, then you are wrong. That was a walker. It used to be a person," she explained.

"Used to?" I echoed. Meanwhile, the moaning, groaning, and growling grew louder and I also heard fast shuffling. Something was coming towards us. Fast.

"Michelle? We should get going. Many of them are coming." The boy pointed out.

Michelle. That was a nice name. She turned to the boy. "Carl, I think we should take him with us."

"But you saw what Dad said when those other people showed up! I think he's gone crazy because Mom died."

"That was a while ago. Maybe he finally got his mind together."

"Well we need to get going soon," Carl said as he shot another walker that approached.

Michelle nodded and turned to me. "C'mon. We gotta go."

"Yeah. Um... I've never walked before."

"You've never what?!" Michelle and Carl gasped at the same time.

"It's a long story."

"Try. It's now or never." Michelle said as a walker approached her. She grabbed it and smashed its head against a tree. Blood spattered everywhere. I jumped.

I carefully hugged a near-by tree and slowly rose to my feet. At first, it was hard to balance, but once I got my footing, it was easy. I tentatively took a step forward and it wasn't that hard. I took a few more steps and realized it was pretty easy.

Michelle smashed another walker head against the same tree she used before. Blood soaked her shirt and the tree. A pile of bodies was at the base of the trunk. More were coming. A few were coming for me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't have time to think. Even though I had just learned to walk, I had to run. So I turned around and bolted. It was surprisingly easy. And once I started, I didn't want to stop. I knew there had to be a reason for Michelle and Carl to be killing them. Maybe they do something terrible? Whatever it was, I didn't want to stick around to find out.

Michelle and Carl must have seen me run, because the next thing I knew, they were right at my heels. When we got out of the forest (which only took a few seconds because we were right at the edge), Michelle grabbed a backpack that was leaning against a tree. She bolted ahead of me and I just decided to follow her. Carl caught up with her, leaving me in the back. Which might be better. They knew where they were heading. I think.

We were starting to lose the herd that formed, but it didn't look like they were willing to give up anytime soon. I was starting to get tired of running. I wanted to stop, but I felt like I had to keep going.

Soon I spotted a large building. Giant fences surrounded it. A small tower was placed in every fence corner. Figures were scattered around the buildings yard. More walkers? As we got closer I realized it wasn't just any old building.

It was a prison.