Beginning of the End

A Walking Dead and Supernatural Crossover

Static from the radio kept her awake. She wanted to be sure…needed to be sure. She had cleared the yard just an hour ago, but her gut told her not yet, there's one more. And she couldn't miss one. Missing one could mean losing her home, and losing her life.

The passing herds were growing larger day by day. It made her wonder if they subconsciously tried finding one another, as if there was an inkling of their old selves left, or if a new instinct formed with a new species of freak. Wild animals traveled in packs. Mindless walkers could, too. It was just nature's cruel way.

Grass crunching caught her attention and she slowly turned her head towards the sound. Thirty yards from her deck where she sat and waited, a figure slowly lurched its way closer to her. She stood from her plastic lawn chair and grabbed her rifle. The falling sun cast shadows against the moving corpse, making it appear even uglier than its original appearance. She put the butt of the gun to her shoulder and took aim. Looking through her scope, she could see the badly decomposed features. What was once the face of a man was now rotted flesh, teeth and tongue bared to the world. Its cheeks and jaws were nearly gone. As it walked, it dragged its left foot behind it. She could hear it gurgling and groaning as it came closer. It knew she was there and it was hungry. Even if its jaw was nearly gone, it wouldn't stop until it tried to eat her alive.

She gripped the trigger almost lovingly, biding her time, allowing it to come closer and closer. Thirty yards became twenty, twenty became ten. When the smell hit her nose, she decided to put her rifle down and she pulled out a .45 from her pocket. Taking aim once more, she watched two blackened hands reach for her. BANG! As the walker fell, she stowed away her pistol and sighed deeply. The yard was officially clear. She turned away from the corpse and headed for the door to her two story home. Once inside, she locked the doorknob and deadbolt. Draping a heavy blanket over it to cover its window, she heaved another sigh, this one heavy and tiresome. Easily maneuvering through the dark, she made her way through her home until she reached the door to the stairs that led up to her bedroom. Quietly, she opened it and looked up the brightly lit stairs. She took a step up, shutting and locking the door behind her. She climbed up and began undressing herself, dropping her dirtied clothes on the floor as she crossed to her bed. Throwing the pistol on the pillow beside hers, she let her jeans fall to her feet and stepped out of them.

She walked to her bathroom and started the shower. She couldn't take the smell of walkers. It had been a long day of them and she'd rather wash it all away. She washed herself up and redressed in a long tshirt and sweatpants. Going back to her bed, she peeled the covers back and crawled underneath of them. She rolled onto her left side and reached over to her nightstand, finding the button to her radio/receiver. Turning it on, she rolled back over and closed her eyes, letting the static lull her to sleep.

Chapter One: Signs of Life

"Honey, wake up."

"Mom…What's wrong?"

"Just get out of bed and get cleaned up. Hurry."

"…"

"Eleanor!"

"I'm up!" Eleanor forced herself out of her bed and on her feet. She stretched, glancing out her bedroom window. The day already looked warm, the sun gleaming off the stopped cars in the road…She furrowed her brows, taking a closer look at the stopped vehicles that spanned as far as her eyes could see. "What the hell…?" She quickly grabbed some clothes and headed to her bathroom.

"Mom, what's going on?" Eleanor asked as she came out to the livingroom. Her mother met her eyes briefly before turning her attention back to the news.

"Elli, something's wrong."

Eleanor opened her eyes to the sounds of crackling from the receiver. She bolted upright, staring at it, hope dancing on her face. Through the crackling came a small voice, barely audible through the static. "—lo?—Can –he –ee?" She stumbled out of the bed and picked up the dusty mic, her voice hoarse.

"I can hear you. Where are you broadcasting from?" She spoke fast, excitedly. She waited impatiently, hoping the signal held.

"The dead—coming –HELP!" This alarmed her and she took in a shallow breath.

"Keep calm. Do you have weapons?" She asked while adjusting some dials to try clearing the waves.

"Our ammo's gome—coming through our barrier!"

"Where are you?" She asked again.

"Rankin—antique store—please help!" The voice begged. Eleanor ran a hand through her hair.

"Tell me your name."

"Seth."

"How old are you?"

"15."

"How many of you are there?"

"Six—six of us."

"And walkers…how many walkers?"

"Thirty or so…" Eleanor cursed. The odds of her getting to the area and them surviving were very grim.

"Seth, I need you and your family to barricade yourselves in with everything you can find. Try to make it safe. At least until I find you."

"—oor! The door is—king! –oming in!" Static overtook the connection and Eleanor moved fast. Dressing and grabbing her pistol, she headed down the stairs. She ran through her house and to the safe room. Opening up a safe, she pulled out another .45, an AR-15, and several boxes of ammo. Putting the .223s and .45s in a small satchel, she slung it and the larger weapon onto her back. She reached into the safe again and picked out her machete and butterfly knife. Once it was latched, she hurried out the door to her truck.

There were no walkers in her yard as she zoomed down the driveway and pulled out onto the road. It was a 20 minute drive to the store those people were trapped in. She'd be lucky if there was anything left of them when she got there. But she had to try…

The roads were mostly clear of bodies and vehicles. Here and there, a corpse of an animal or human would come into view, but she passed them unphased. When she was within 5 miles of her destination, walkers came into her view. She frowned. Damn it…am I the only one left cleaning this shit up?

The very large antique store came into view and she felt sweat run down the sides of her face. A herd of dead surrounded the door, which began breaking under their decaying fists. She pulled into the parking lot and rolled down her window. AR pointed out the window, she made sure her 30 round magazine was locked into place.

"Hey!" She shouted, taking aim. A few of the walkers turned around and stared at her. She smiled. "Sleep time." She began pulling the trigger. One by one, they went down as they averted their attention to her. As the last one fell, she got out of her truck, switching out the empty magazine for a full one. She kept the gun at chest height, watching her surroundings as she approached the door. She shook her head. A hole went through the door, just big enough to fit a few walkers.

Ducking through the opening, Eleanor cautiously made her way down the aisles. It had been a long time since she had been there, but it had remained mostly the same. Most of the items that made up the store's contents were gone, the things left shattered on the floor. Flipping a small switch on top of the AR, Eleanor lit her flashlight, the low beam at its dimmest setting.

Step by step, she made her way into the maze of booths, darkness nipping at her eye sight. She sniffed the air, the familiar scent of rotting flesh grabbing her attention.

The sound of whimpering caught her by surprise and she whipped around, her gun and beam of light falling on what looked to be a six or seven year old little girl. She was crouched down with her back to her and she took in a breath. The smell of blood was mild. She rested her hand on her machete. "Little girl?"

The whimpering stopped and her head lifted. A gurgling moan escaped her and she turned around, half of her face already eaten away. Eleanor frowned. "I'm sorry." The girl lunged at her, but Eleanor was faster. The little girl's head rolled past her and the body fell with a thud. Quickly, she searched the body for anything useful. Finding a pack of bubblegum, she stowed it in her pocket and began to move.

The girl's head and body hitting the floor made too much noise. As fast as her legs allowed, Eleanor climbed up onto a large armoire and held her breath. Not long after she hid herself, more gurgling filled her ears and she watched three walkers come towards her. Figuring she had nothing to lose, she pulled out her .45 and took aim. Her movement caught their eyes and they raised their arms towards her. Without a second to waste, she shot them all in the head.

Ears ringing, she remained where she was. If there were anymore, she wouldn't be able to hear them. Heart hammering, she looked around. Nothing moved. No walkers came. Jumping down, she searched the bodies, confiscating a knife, two cereal bars, a bottle of water, and a bottle of aspirin. The corpses were as fresh as the little girl and she knew they were part of the family. "You must be the parents and another child. I'm sorry."

"HELP!" A young man's voice screamed out and she sprinted through the store. She found the front of the store where the counter and cash register were. Behind the now dilapidated counter, she saw who she guessed was Seth struggling to hold back a walker, who had already bitten deeply into his arm.

"Twins…" She muttered, taking aim and shooting a round into the walker's skull. Body falling to the ground, the teen cradled his freely bleeding forearm, pain wracking his face. Eleanor took off her unbuttoned flannel, hurrying to his side. She wrapped his arm and instructed him to apply pressure while his eyes stared at his identical brother. "Are you Seth?"

"Y-yeah." His voice was shaky and his face pale. She looked into his green eyes.

"I could amputate your arm, but there's a chance you'll bleed to death." He shook his head.

"No. It's too late for me. My little sister…she bit my shoulder." Flashing her light upward, she found the wound on his left shoulder, the blood already dark and showing signs of infection. "You're the one who was on the receiver." He said.

The store was completely silent. Dust was heavily stirred in the air and what sunshine that leaked through was dulled by the dirt and darkness. Eleanor frowned. "I'm sorry." She said, referring to everything. He managed a small smile as a tear fell down his face. He was a good looking boy; average size, short black hair, and bright eyes. But the fever already blotched his once tan skin and his breathing was ragged.

"We were going to die regardless if you made it in time. My brother—" He nodded down at the bleeding corpse of his twin. "—He was bitten when we were running from that crowd of walkers. He tried to get us to leave him, but we wanted to stay together 'til it was over."

"Your fever's progressing rapidly." She spouted. He nodded.

"Logan's had, too. We thought he had just fallen asleep. I found the receiver behind this counter when he started moving. When the crowd of dead found us, he had already killed my sister and bit my mom's throat."

"Tell me…do you know of anyone else that's alive in this area?" He shook his head, a moan escaping his cracked lips. He struggled to take a breath.

"I promised my brother I would stay with him."

"You kept your promise."

"Its only fair we die the same way since we were born the same way."

"I'll stay with all of you until it's over." She promised. He gave another smiled and slid down to the floor, grabbing his dead brother's hand.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Eleanor."

"Thank you, Eleanor." Seth closed his eyes and she waited until his breathing ceased. When she checked his neck and found no pulse, she stood and drew out her .45. Taking quick aim, she gave him one last, sad smile.

"Rest now."

The gunshot rang out and she swiftly turned and left the store, heading back out to her truck. Climbing in, she revved up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for home.

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Next chapter will be called Surprise! It will be the introduction of a beloved character from Supernatural. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter to my story. Please leave me a review and let me know what you thought. Please, no haters. If you didn't like it, just move on ;) Thanks!