Note: Before anyone starts telling me that this should be in the (currently non-existent) Gravity Falls/Walking Dead crossover section, I must ask this: does that really matter right now? For one thing it won't get very popular in a section that doesn't even exist (at the time of writing this intro chapter), and I've also seen other stories that aren't in crossover sections that are CLEARLY crossovers, and those got popular pretty fast. So ignore the fact that this is a crossover and focus on the story of a man, two twins, and a girl in a hat.

Readers, I present to you: A New Day

A New Day - Introduction

Dipper silently trudged down the forest path along with the rest of the survivors. He gave off a solemn expression, much like everyone else. He couldn't believe everything that happened in that single day. He simply let his hatchet hit the ground and dragged it along by the handle, its blade making a small dirt trail as it went along. In fact, that was probably the only noise to be heard during that time of silence, the hatchet creating its crunching sounds as it was dragged along the dirt path that was covered with leaves. The only other noise he could hear was the sound of everyone walking.

And his breathing. His slow, painful breathing.

So many thoughts went through Dipper's mind as he walked. Earlier that day, he finally thought he could relax, get away from all of those walkers. The promise of dinner made him think of finally settling down after three months of all of this…what was the word…

Shit. Yep, that described it.

But then dinner came, and he ate meat. Not just any meat, human meat. Human. Meat. He had never felt so traumatized after consuming something only a cannibal would eat, and without even thinking about it. He just shoved meat in his mouth and swallowed it. At first it was good…but then…

A good friend prevented his sister, Mabel, from eating the meat, as well as a new friend they had met. But he sadly fell victim to that evil meal. Dipper knew how bad it was to eat human meat from prior knowledge. People could get sick just from eating one bite, maybe die, even. He was worried about what would happen to him as time progressed. He wouldn't want to die in the middle of the night and reanimate, just to eat his sister.

As they all continued the walk back to the motel, Dipper looked over at his sister. She looked to be in utter disgust, and he couldn't blame her. Not only had she almost eaten human meat, but she witnessed the horrors that followed dinner. Said horrors occurred in the meat locker, a place neither twin was soon to forget. Dipper didn't want to think about it, neither did Mabel, but they knew they couldn't just brush off today. It was just…awful.

Dipper then turned to look at his new friend, a girl by the name of Clementine. She wore a small white dress-shirt with yellow-grey striped under-sleeves, black pants, and white shoes. Her most distinctive feature was the blue hat on her head with a white front, a signature blue 'D' on the front of it. He wondered how she felt after all of this. She was four years younger than him and Mabel, so she clearly must've been more traumatized than they were. She was having such a good day, she was saved from the meat, and she (somehow) even managed to ignore the events of the meat locker. And yet, she must've felt like she still went through all of those horrors, like she was having a bad day, like she ate the meat, like she witnessed the events of the meat locker.

Or maybe worse, fell victim.

"Hey, Dipper, do you mind?" A voice sounded behind the twelve-year-old boy. He turned to face a taller man with a jade-green shirt on that had beige under-sleeves. The man also wore blue jeans and black shoes. He also had a mustache and a mullet, as well as a red and white baseball cap that had a lot of dirt stains on it.

"What is it, Kenny?" Dipper asked.

"It's just the noise." The man known as Kenny said, gesturing to the hatchet being dragged along the ground. "It's annoying, plus it could attract walkers."

"Oh, sorry."

Dipper hadn't even thought about walkers for the last hour or so, not even when he saw then topple over the fence to reach the dairy farm. He shuddered at the thought of the dairy farm as he put force into lifting his hatchet up into his palms, then over his shoulder, his ears adjusting to the new silence that followed. He took another quick look at Kenny, who was still limping along the trail. He took pity on the man.

I mean, he did take a gunshot to the gut earlier…

Dipper looked away from the man, looking down solemnly. Kenny still held the left side of his gut and hunched over as he did, trying to keep blood from pouring out. The bullet wasn't too deep, so it was easily removed. Meanwhile, Dipper continued to wonder what Kenny's family was thinking about the events of that day. Kenny had a wife and son, both of whom witnessed the man getting shot. His wife was horrified, and his son was as well, obviously.

By this point, Dipper felt his thoughts were becoming pointless. Sure, he took pity on everyone at the moment. A lot of loss and trauma came out of the dairy farm, sure, but his thoughts were slowly becoming what obviously just happened over the last hour or two, and he knew after a bit his mind would go blank. The apocalypse gave him a lot of time to think, and he didn't want to stop thinking now, or else he'd-

…wait, what am I even thinking about right now?

Dipper mentally shook himself out of his thoughts and decided to stare at the sky as he continued walking. It was empty, as usual, save for a few clouds, though like the sky, they were dark and hard to see. A few stars also littered the sky as well, but they seemed very dim as they loomed over the survivors. Dipper sighed and continued walking before feeling something in his groin area.

"Uh, could you guys give me a minute?" He asked the group. "I sorta kinda…have to go." The others looked at each other with confused looks on their faces before realizing what he meant.

"Uh, yeah. Go on." Kenny said. "Just hurry back, and yell if you need something."

Dipper walked off into a slightly deeper part of the woods, until he was somewhat far from the group. He looked around before standing in front of a tree and unzipping his pants. As he continued 'doing his business', he heard growling coming from somewhere nearby. He quickly finished what he was doing and turned to the source of the noise, seeing an undead humanoid crawling towards him, clawing at the dirt and bloody growls emitting from its maw. Dipper barely let out a gasp as he reached for his bloody hatchet. He grabbed it and lifted it into the air as the walker outstretched a hand to grab the boy.

Just like Ben said. The only way to kill them is to destroy the brain.

He brought the hatchet down on the walker's head, landing a nice chop to its brain. The outstretched hand went limp and fell to the ground along with the slightly lifted head of the walker when it was 'alive'. Dipper sighed and placed his foot on the walker's head and grabbed the handle of the hatchet with both of his hands. Then he immediately began to pull the weapon out. It took a bit of force, but once he did, he looked at the dirty blade. He could still see his reflection in the blade, as well as in the fresh walker blood on said blade. Whenever he looked at his reflection on the blade of his weapon, he saw himself, just a normal kid. When looking at his reflection in the blood, however, he saw a killer, but that's not what he wanted to see.

He wanted to see a survivor in that bloody reflection.

Dipper sighed and let the hatchet fall to the ground. He stood still for a moment to think, before grabbing the hatchet again and walking back towards the group. He looked at the sky again and found it to be filled with clouds, no stars to be seen. He sighed again and solemnly walked back to the group. Things weren't looking up.

And to think, all this…this…shit hit the fan only three months ago…

-(End Of Chapter)-