Author's Note: This is a crossover story, so events will be different than they are in the show.

As for what this is crossed over with....

Well you'll see.


Prologue.

It's been three years since the first outbreak of the virus that turned people into flesh eating monster's ravaged the United States, shutting down the government and other essential services in a matter of days.

Spreading like wildfire, the virus claimed the lives of countless men, women, and children all across the nation. Each casualty, self inflicted or otherwise, only helping to increase the number of infected roaming the nation.

There were some, be it through extensive preparation or plain old dumb luck, who managed to survive the initial outbreak of the virus however.

These people suddenly found themselves thrust into a cold world devoid of mercy, compassion, and the comforts they once enjoyed. A world where stranger's were stabbing each other in the back over cans of food while the dead stalked the streets, fields, and back roads of the nation, slowly consuming everything they came across.

Most died.

Some struck out on their own and wandered the land, killing any infected they came across.

Other's banded together in groups, both large and small, and journeyed through the gutted ruins of former cities and towns seeking safety, while holding onto the faint hope that one day, a new world would emerge from the ruined husk of the old....


Chapter One: Welcome To Summerville.

Mia peered through the crosshairs of her high powered rifles scope as she watched the battered and beaten form of the group's black Ford van pull up to the town's outermost gate. Already she could see four well armed men and women running towards the gate, two of them pulled it open and waved the vehicle inside as the other two took up defensives positions directly to the front left and right of the van from which they could lay down covering fire.

It was a good thing too, for as soon as the van entered into the towns outer limits a sizeable group of Walkers shambled into view from out of the surrounding woods and started making a beeline for the now closing gate. Pulling the bolt on her rifle back, placing a bullet inside the chamber, and gently pushing the bolt forward again, Mia lined up her crosshairs with one of the approaching Walkers heads. Taking a breath, she pulled the trigger and watched with a small yet satisfied smile on her face as the flesh eating bastard went down in a spray of bloody gore.

Lowering her rifle, Mia watched from her perch in the towns old clock tower as the chain link gate was finally closed and secured, the remaining Walkers getting gunned down as they approached. Placing her rifle on the ground, she leaned the barrel against the waist high stone barrier seperating her from a one story drop to the streets below, unclipped the walkie talkie from her belt, and held it up to her face.

Pressing the button, she spoke into it.

"How'd the hunt go?"