Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE. I do not own any characters from the WWE. I do not own any wrestlers, male or female from the WWE. I don't own the MMA either. I don't own any wrestlers in the MMA. I only own the plot. I own nada except the plot.

Summary: John Cena, CM Punk, AJ Lee, Dolph Ziggler, Mike Mizazin, Paige, Eve Torres, Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton and Alana Orton have all set out to try and face the world of the undead. What challenges lie in front of them? Who will they meet? Which new relationships shall blossom? Which ones shall crumble? Read to find out. My first fanfic. Warning: Slash down the line.

"Daddy! I'm scared and tired," whimpered Alana, Randy's 7 year old daughter. They were walking down the expressway which was filled with broken down cars and could see the deserted city of Chicago far in front of them. Their car had broken down some 4 hours ago and had been walking since that time, desperate to reach the windy city.

"I know baby. It's just….. We've got to find shelter soon. It's already dark and you know how important it is to find shelter, huh? You don't want what happened to Ron happen to us, right?" Randy responded, trying to console himself more than her. Ron Killings was their good friend who was killed by the 'undead' as some had called them.

"Uh huh." she said, still feeling very apprehensive.

Suddenly they heard the rustling of leaves coming from their right. Randy quickly put Alana behind him and took his gun out, his hands shaking, but his eyes steely and face determined to save his daughter from any harm.

As if on cue, two figures rose from behind the traffic barriers.

Filthy and shabby looking, both of the two had disfigured jaws and tattered clothes. One was bald and was missing an eye and a hand and the other was missing some of his teeth.

Alarmed, Randy started shooting. He fired three shots in the torso of one and another two in the leg and shoulder of the other. However, they still kept on moving. To top it off, two others revealed themselves from behind the barriers. These looked like they were females before their 'turn,' but any and all appeal that they would've had as women was lost. They were now green skinned, bloody- faced, bruised and battered, ugly looing mongrels.

Alana shrieked in horror as she saw the other two zombies rise. Randy quickly fired the rest of his shots. Nothing happened.

"Daddy, I'm scared." cried Alana, clinging on to her father.

"Don't worry sweety, daddy won't let anything happen to you." replied Randy, taking out a buck knife, ready to fight a hand to hand combat with all four of the bloodthirsty hooligans in front of them, adamant on getting his daughter to safety, even if he had to die for it to happen.

All of a sudden, they heard a car's honking. And then Randy and Alana saw headlights.

A car, no, an SUV, a Hummer no less, was throttling towards them at breakneck speed.

Randy picked his daughter up and dived on the other side of the road just before it hit three of the monsters, killing them, or rather, incapacitating them permanently.

The fourth started moving towards the car, and before it reached it, a figure rose out from the driver's side and fired a shot from his shotgun, blasting the attacker's head off.

"Bastard," He breathed.

The man had a deep throaty voice, and from what he could see in the dark, a heavy frame.

"You okay?" he called out, but before he could answer, seven other people came out of the Hummer.

"Are you alright?" a tall woman asked.

"Dandy" Randy breathed out.

"I'm sorry. My name's Eve Torres. Call me Eve." The kind- hearted woman said, sticking her hand out.

"I'm Randy, and this is my daughter Alana." Randy said, returning the handshake and gesturing towards Alana, who was still hiding behind Randy.

"Well hello there, Alana. My name's Phil, but I like to be called CM Punk, or Punk for short," said a guy coming forth from the group. He continued, putting a hand out, "Friends?"

Alana gazed at his arms for a moment before replying, "You have drawings on your arms like my Daddy, but yours are more colorful."

The rest of the group came forward and kneeled down so that they could all console a still shaken Alana, except the guy who had killed all the different stone-faced creatures, who casually leaned back on the Hummer.'

Thinking Alana was safe with the group, Randy walked to the man and held his hand out, "Thank you so much for saving me, I'm Randy, by the way,"

The man looked up and in the same deep voice, said, "It's fine, just put your stuff in the boot of the jeep so we can get going."

"I didn't get your name." Randy called out to the man who was already retreating to the driver's seat.

"John Cena" the man said, getting inside the truck.

Although puzzled by his anti- social behavior, Randy quickly got back to the group where he saw Alana, now giggling in the middle. It was her first real smile in weeks.

"Daddy, look! Dolph's hair is white! But it isn't like grandma's hair, it's a different white!" chirped Alana gleefully.

The man with the white hair stepped forward along with the entire group.

"Okay, so, I'm Dolph and you've met Eve and Punk, that's AJ," a small girl with long black hair stepped forward, "Mike," a man with spikes and medium built stepped forward, "Paige," a tall woman with alabaster skin steeped forward, "and lastly, Cody." A tall, thin man with a lean built stepped forward.

"I don't mean to be rude, but why the bloody hell were you wandering in the middle of the road at this time after dusk?" Paige said in a thick British accent.

"It wasn't by choice. Our car broke down and we had to find shelter in someplace. I wanted to reach Chicago so that we could find a place to sleep and maybe food and water." Randy replied.

"So you've been walking on this road for hours?" AJ asked, in a curious childlike tone.

"And this little one hasn't had anything to eat, has she?" said Eve, kneeling down in front of Alana, putting a hand under the chin so she looked at her.

Alana gingerly shook her head. Eve then spoke, "Alright, we'll fix you something to eat once we get you guys settled in the car, if you can call it that."

"So, wait a minute, a handgun and a buck knife was all you had, and you made it until here? That's amazing, man," complimented Mike, who was standing behind AJ.

"Yeah, actually I thought the sub-machine gun that was in my car along with its ammo, would be too heavy for me to carry, seeing that I had to carry Alana on my back when she was tired." Yet, even as he said it, he felt stupid looking down on his heavily built frame.

He continued, mumbling "And then, as we reached here, the zombies attacked us."

"Bastards…" Paige mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"That's what we call them. It's a more fitting name, you see." AJ spoke.

"And we're all skilled at blowing their minds, literally, of course," Punk spoke with a smug look on his face.

"Let's get these guys settled in the Hummer, shall we?" Cody said, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Even with ammo, he didn't want to just stand in the middle of nowhere.

"Ok, just the one bag, Randy?" Dolph asked.

"Yeah, umm… Dolph" Randy replied.

The gang suddenly heard honking from the car.

"Oooh, John-boy is getting agitated. Fine, let's get you settled, AJ, you take the backseat alongwith Cody, Randy and Alana. Eve, Paige, Mike, take the middle. I'll ride with the lion out fron…" Punk was interrupted by the honking of the car again. "Jeez! Come on in, before he attracts half the zombies in the area!" Phil said with a smile.

It was then Randy noticed that there had been no talk about the man except the previous comment. Everyone was standing outside, except John who was, presumably, sitting alone in the car.

Everybody had welcomed him to the group, except him.

Everybody had made conversation with him, except him.

Everyone attempted to be friendly, a trait very hard to be seen in these times of distress, except him.

Everybody had talked to Alana, taking pity that a girl her age was going through such a phase, except him.

Everybody was really as open as a book, except him.

But mostly, nobody here really intrigued Randy, except him.

Shrugging, he let it go and followed the rest of his group to the car.

After putting Randy's bag in the back, the nine quickly settled in the car and soon were speeding down the expressway. Alana was already asleep with her head on her father's shoulder after having half a packet of gummy bears offered to her by AJ. Randy felt bad for the poor child who had walked such a long way on an empty stomach, the first time, she'd done so. Soon AJ, Cody, Eve, Paige, Mike and Dolph all fell asleep, and Randy was amazed at how much space all of them had to sleep as all ten of them appeared to be pretty comfortable. Punk was sitting in the front row talking in hushed tones to the driver so as to not wake the others up. It looked more like a one sided conversation as the other only responded with a nod or a single phrase.

He found it weird how every seemed to listen to him without him actually saying anything. All he'd come across to him, was as a proud and arrogant asshole who liked to order everyone's asses around him. That being said, he was also thankful to him for saving his, and more importantly, his daughters life. He tiredly watched John with half lidded eyes, who didn't appear to be tired one bit.

"Get some sleep," Punk said, his voice resonated to the back of the silent Hummer, "Save energy for tomorrow."

Randy appeared to be fine with that, "Yeah, tell me if he needs to switch, maybe I can take the wheel after a while."

Neither John nor Punk responded, not so much as to nod their heads. Randy, too tired to function, didn't pay too much attention and closed his eyes, thinking back to how it all started. That one fateful night after which, nothing was ever same again. And before long, he too, was fast asleep.

Please Review, all your thoughts and constructive criticisms are appreciated! And as this is my first fanfic, I really need to know if it's good enough or not!