SO! Unfortunately I'm not gonna finish this fic...frankly I myself hate this kind of announcements, but what can you do? Anyway if anyone would like to continue this fic, with my permission (PM me, I would be happy to reply :) ), you can!

On to another topic. As i am abandoning this, I am also thinking of writing something new. As I'm a huge fan of tolkien & his works, I'm also a fan of many other famous authors and the works. And so I have an idea of a crossover between lotr & Percy Jackson & Oly. thing. Not an usual one, but more of a "Percy just wakes up in Arda sometime waaay before the hobbit and he obviously has no clue where he is and since he has quests all the time (he's immortal by the way-took the offer from dear ol' Zeus)he decides to settle within dwelling of men, but roam around arda before it gets obvious he isn't aging- & soooo on. Spoileeers. Anyway...(...help?)

I'm not a good writer, but I've got a lot of ideas roaming around my head...ugh.

Anyway fellow readers/writers thank you for liking/commenting & following my works, even when they didn't last for long. Thank you!

:)

From here on out-the last ch I've posted way back.

Shaka-laka-boom-girl over&out~

"Da'hell is that, Whitey?!"

Ignoring Merle, Allen focused his attention solely on his beloved golem. When he received it's remains from Kanda, he felt crushed. Tim was all he had left that connected him to his own world—besides Neah and the melody that is.

"As I said before, this is Tim, my golem, he's like a telecommunication device. He is technically a machine with a personality." Still holding Tim close to his body and stroking his golden wings, he stood up and walked to the edge of the roof. "Would you mind keeping Tim between us for now? We've got no time for explanations since we have more pressing issues to worry about than little Tim here."

Hearing hurried steps coming up the stairs, he quickly hid the golem inside his coat. Just as he tucked Tim's swirly tail under the coat, Jackqui, Andrea and Morales burst onto the roof and hurriedly looked over the roof's edge.

Frowning and following their example, he leaned over to have a look.

At first he didn't know what he was supposed to look at, but he soon got two walkers into his sight. That and the fact Rick and Glen aren't on the roof with them...'Don't tell me.. for real?'

''Hey, are those two walkers Rick and Glen?'' Still observing them, he directed the question to the breathless Andrea.

"Yeah, the crazy cop got that stupid idea into his head. But what do you know, it's actually working." Right as she said that, Allen heard a faint melody, a melody that reminded him of rain. Praying it wasn't so, he looked up into the sky but no matter how he willed it the gray cloudy sky produced little droplets of rain.

"Chill out, it's isn't rare for it to rain at this time of the year. It'll pass quick," T-Dog tried to reassure the boy.

"Yeah, but the rain will wash off the smell and the next thing they'll know, they'll be surrounded by those walkers. What do we do?" Worried, Jacqui further leaned over the roof and tried to think of something.

Allen cast a worried glance towards the distraught woman and bit his lip. He understood her worry as he himself knew that Rick and Glenn were in danger. But the thing is... Why exactly were they trying to do? For one, he knew they were trapped with no way out, so they must have gone out for something—but what?

Glancing at the two stumbling forms he followed their path, searching for something to catch his attention. A few hundred metres ahead of his new-found companions was a high fence surrounding a wast clearing of sorts. In it were some carriage-like transport devices.

Well, here's the thing. Once again Allen was faced with a gap in his general knowledge. He knew these things were used for transport, but where were the horses? He would have asked, but if he did they would probably think he was crazy or that he lived under a rock. You know what? Scratch that thought, he WAS a little cracked in the head having a wacko uncle ('Hey, I resent that!') in his head and all.

Sighing, he silently went to the stairway leading back to the store knowing that they won't be staying much longer. He thought it was a good idea to take a one last look for anything useful to take. Knowing that the food isle was empty of anything eatable, he turned to wander around. For obvious reasons he kept a tight grip on his backpack filled with supplies.

Gazing around, he found himself in front of a row full of isles with jewelry—but not just any kind. On the walls and other surfaces were expensive looking pendants and necklaces, resembling the shape of a cross. Smiling nostalgically he steeled his gaze forward 'Never stop...keep walking' and as he was entering a different part of the place, something caught his attention in the corner of his eye.
Turning back around he gazed at the thing that caught his attention.

Right there laying innocently on the display was a silver rose cross—just like the one he used to wear on his exorcist uniform. It was hanging on a thin but sturdy chain necklace which was too made out of silver. For several moments Allen simply stood there, gazing at it. Silently and sombrely with a gentle expression on his face he stepped closer to it.

Caressing the pendant he gripped it in his left hand and pressed it to his chest.

'Lenalee, Kanda, Lavi, Krory, Miranda, Timothy, Jerry, Johnny, Reever, Lofa, Bak-san, Komui, Master...everyone...even the Noah...Who would have thought I would miss even them attacking and asking me to join them?
'But I swear that somehow, someday I will find my way back.'
Closing his eyes he pleaded silently 'Please, I need to come back to them.

'Well this explains it'
If you wonder what was Allen milling about now, let me refresh your memory. Back when they were trapped in that mall, Rick and Glenn were walking trough a street full of zombies towards a fenced area, both of them cowered in walker guts. Back then he was asking himself, what they were doing yes?

Well, they were after the parked 'vehicles', or to be more precise, a 'truck'. After he took the pendant that now hung around his neck, he heard a loud wailing and a thundering of feet. Apparently they, at that time needed to go, since the policeman and Glenn made it to whatever they needed.

Since he was already downstairs and all packed, he just followed *coughwasdraggedcough* Jackqui to the back garage where Rick got them with the truck.
This is how he found himself an hour or so—hey don't blame him! How was he supposed to know the time without a watch and windows to see the sun!?—in the truck leaning his head back and simply breathing and mostly staying silent. The reason for this was, that when they were leaving the place the mean guy—Merle—was left on the roof by T-dog.
Turns out he wasn't the only one who was a little clumsy when it really wasn't needed, since T-dog dropped the key which continued to fall down the drain.

Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment to clear his head for a bit. Noticing that nobody was willing to break the silence he sighed again. "So, Mr. Grimes, right?"

Rick turned a bit to look at him. "Yeah, but Rick's just fine. Mr. Grimes makes me sound old, I'm not that old yet," he replied chuckling a little.

Allen bit his lip and decided to ask a difficult question. He knew from experience as an exorcist that this can turn on a good or a bad way—so he just decided to risk it. "Well I was meaning to ask you before, but we were obviously preoccupied. Before, you acted like a parent, so do you have a family you are searching for?"

Rick took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, my wife Lory and my son Carl. You reminded me of my son before. I just hope I find them—that they are all right." He gave a smile full of hope towards him.

Allen smiled back and wished that the man would find his family. He himself missed his friends/enemies and so did Neah. "I really hope you find them alive and well. You really deserve it."

After that short exchange the atmosphere turned more pleasant than before so he counted that as a success. Leaning his head forward and on someone's shoulder—he was too exhausted to notice, today had too much excitement for him—he closed his eyes and lost the battle to stay awake and simply fell asleep. Don't ask him how, but even with his good hearing he managed to sleep right trough the wailing of Glenn's car. Figures.

Allen awoke to Morales slightly shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him. Since he didn't hear the sound of the low rumbling of the engine, he presumed they arrived to their destination. "Come muchacho, we've arrived."

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stretched out and patted Tim's head that was slightly poking out of his coat. Silently berating him he put him deeper into the inner pocket of he coat. Sliding out of the truck he followed Morales, he was greeted with the overjoyed faces of the campers that were waiting for their loved ones.

Andrea was hugging a young blonde—obviously her younger sister—Amy and Morales was being hugged by his wife and two children. Behind him, he observed as Rick dragged his hand down his face and took a deep breath.

The man clapped him on the shoulder and walked past him into the view of the rest of the group. And then...

"DAD!"

Allen simply smiled.

And here it is~ About my question above this chapter-most of you said 'NO' to OC and about the other dgm character the answer was a 'maybe'- meaning thatis decided. And before I go, I would give a special thank you to KhaalidaNyx, who helped me with re-reading and grammar&stuff.

Thank you for voting&reading&following&stuff~