Hello all, this is my first attempt at a cross over type situation. I might bring in some of the characters from the walking dead, however they will not be here for long. This is more of the Twilight characters in the Walking Dead World. Basically all the same events and zombies, but this is how the vampire world would handle things. I hope you enjoy this.

This starts 3 years ago when Isabella was 13 years old and still living with her mom and Phil, although they are living in Florida, not Arizona. And the character you will meet Brice Parker is 17 Years-old. Brice is not in the Twilight world, purely made up in my head.

I don't own Twilight or The Walking Dead, so ya not rich there. –Sad face-

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

August

Renee stuck her head in her daughter's room a slight break as she ran through the house, "Isabella are you almost done packing your bag? Don't forget your hair brush, ties, and tooth brush. Like Phil said, pack like you're going on a long camping trip."

The small girl nodded putting her earbud back in as she turned up the music on her iPod. Bouncing her head as she finished putting all 6 pairs of her jeans, 7 t-shirts, and 7 long sleeve shirts, looking in her drawer she also grabbed a few pairs of her leggings and 3 of her skirts she could wear over them.

Stuffing in 15 pairs of socks and underwear and her only other bra with the exception of the one she was currently wearing. It is not like she had much in that department, but she was 13 and her mom insisted she wear them.

Looking around her room before getting into her Pajama drawer she pulled out 3 pairs of sweat pants and 3 thermal long sleeve shirts rolling them tightly as she shoved them in the bag as well. Finally she tucked in another pair of sneakers and her toiletry bag before zipping the bag shut.

Looking down at her bed at the outfit she decided to wear; she shrugged, "I guess it is good enough for the end of the world…"

Pulling on her dark charcoal grey legging and then her flowing dark purple cotton skirt that went to her mid-thigh that her mom and step dad forbid her to wear without the previously mentioned leggings.

Grabbing her long sleeve grey t-shirt and layering it with a light grey short sleeved t-shirt with a picture of a flower on the front. Sitting on her bed she grabbed her long black socks pulling them up over her leggings, and then pushing her feet into her mid-calf black military style boots Phil had gotten for her. They were cute she guessed, but she wished they hadn't come with the words, they will be good if you need to run, they will give you extra support as well. They weren't a gift for fashion. They were for survival and support.

Pulling on her black hooded jacket as she walked over to her side table next to her bed; it might have been Florida but it was winter and cold… and wet.

Sitting down pulling the picture out of the frame; it was the last picture of her and her dad from the summer before when she was visiting him in Washington. They had gone to the fishing on the nearby reservation that they always went too, it had been a really fun weekend.

Grabbing the other picture as well of her mom and Phil when they had gone on their honeymoon two years ago. Pushing the pictures into the side compartment of her duffel before zipping that shut as well.

Standing up putting the duffel over her head so the strap went across her body as she walked out to the living room. Her jaw dropped seeing the hurricane of a mess that her mother had made in her process of 'packing'. There were open boxes everywhere, picture frames empty on the couches and piles of pictures in shoe boxes.

"Ya…. Just like camping." She mumbled before stepping over the obstacles covering the living room floor, moving some crumpled up newspapers off the couch so she could sit down.

She turned her attention to her mother briefly, "Mom, I thought you said we weren't packing everything? Just essentials? We are coming back right?"

Her mom looked up at her as if she had been startled, "Oh yes. I just. I need to get some other things. Phil will be back soon dear he needed to pick up some of the extra gas cans from the office that he kept and we will get on the road." Her attention already back on the box at her fingertips.

She didn't even bother asking why they needed them since there were gas stations everywhere.

She had overheard her mom and Phil on the phone with her dad Charlie two nights ago, apparently where he lived the 'sickness' hadn't taken hold yet. Plus since he was not in a big town there was a good chance it wouldn't go that far, so they were planning on driving to stay with her dad in Forks until everything blew over. She had no doubt it was going to be very awkward for her mom, dad, and Phil, but she couldn't be happier about getting to visit him again.

The t.v. to her left caught her attention when there was a loud explosion and people screaming on the television. The scene was from Atlanta in Georgia, people were rioting in the street and running around like crazy. Isabella tucked her legs to her chest nervous about what was going on, she hoped Phil would get back soon so they could leave.

Looking closely at the live feed videos on the news; she couldn't help but notice that some of the people looked bloody and very badly injured, but they were still walking around aimlessly. It caused chills to run up her spine, it reminded her of the old zombie movies that still gave her nightmares from time to time.

Finally the door opened loudly and Phil stood there in the entrance, "We need to go. NOW!"

Isabella jumped up as her mother stumbled over the box she had previously been digging through. Phil looked behind him briefly before running in the house and trying to slam the door behind him, but someone was trying to push the door open as he leaned against it as hard as he could.

Isabella backed up until her back hit the wall of the far side of the living room. Hands. Bloody Hands, were trying to push the door open and it looked like more than one person too. She was shaking so hard she didn't even realize that tears were running down her cheeks.

Phil kept pressure on the door, but it looked like he was slowly losing the battle as an arm slipped in grabbing at the collar of his shirt. Finally a head, a pale dead looking head, the person's eyes were white as if they belonged to a corpse. "Renee! Get Isabella and get…Get out the back to the car! NOW!"

Her mom frantically looked between Phil and Isabella before grabbing a knife from the counter and sliding it to Phil on the floor before turning and running towards her daughter, "Meet us at the car Phil! I will pull it around front!".

He just nodded grimly looking at them, "I love you both! Renee grab the map! Take it with you!" He was straining hard to keep the door closed.

Isabella was crying and shaking so hard she couldn't focus on anything when her mother grabbed her arm as they both stumbled towards the back door and out into the heavy rain fall. Once there they heard a loud crack followed by Phil screaming in pain. Renee started to panic realizing she forgot the keys to the car on the counter in the kitchen in her rush to get out.

Taking her daughters face in her hands as she tried comforting her, "Sweetie, I need you to be brave for me okay? I need to get the keys, I am going to get my spare set right inside the back door. Wait right here by the car for me."

Isabella shook her head frantically, "No, don't leave me mom. You can't!" Tears flowing heavily from her eyes as her freezing hands gripped her mother's arms.

Renee grabbed the crumpled up map shoving it into her daughters pocket while she hugged her and pulled back kissing her forehead. "I love you Isabella, you will get to your dad's okay?"

The girl nodded through her tears, if it wasn't for the salty taste she wouldn't have known if they were tears or rain drops at this point.

"I will be right back!" As her mother turned and ran back into the darkened house leaving the young girl shivering by the locked car stricken with fear.

It seemed like hours, but in reality it was only seconds when she heard her mother's blood curdling scream from inside the house for her to run. She didn't know what to do as the back door cracked and opened, two people walked out heading right towards her. Blood and flesh hung from their bodies as her stomach turned at the sight. Turning to run she realized for the first time the streets were in shambles, people running and screaming, houses on fire, other 'people' attacking each other.

Fear took over her as she heard a motorcycle roar behind her, she turned to look as he slowed to a crawl in front of her offering her his hand. It was then she noticed it was her neighbor from down the street. Bryan or Brad or something like that. Taking his hand without a second though as he pulled her up on his bike racing out of the ruined city.

Early the next morning they reached a truck stop on the side of the road as the filled up with gas. He had a gas can with his as well that he filled. He didn't look at her and she didn't really look at anything as the realization that her mother and Phil had both died the night before. Her hands ideally messing with the strap that went across her chest.

She felt his hand on her back, "How are you holding up Isabella?" she could only shake her head, she couldn't even be sure if her voice was there anymore. "Do you remember who I am?" She knew, but she couldn't even find the strength to shake her head anymore. "My name is Brice. I live…. Lived down the street from you. You were friends with my younger sister Megan Parker."

She knew Megan, she was in her class last year when Renee and Phil moved them to Florida. The girl always had some neon nail polish on and it seemed like it was different every day.

She nodded her head once, Megan wasn't here with them so she didn't want to stay on the subject too long. She glanced up at Brice and recognized him, he had been more the outdoors type so they really hadn't hung out. Megan always wanted to get their nails or hair done when she would go over, she definitely hadn't inherited the camping gene.

Her focus went back to the people running around the gas station like the world was ending. Remembering last night, maybe it was. Suddenly there were two gun shots followed by screaming, Brice finished filling the gas can and secured it to the side of his bike under her leg as fast as he could. People started fighting with each other and Bella tried covering her ears to block out the sound.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her bag trying to pull her off the back of the bike, she let out a scream but the guy released her. Pushing the hair from her face she turned to see Brice punching the guy in the face as a gun laid on the ground next to them.

She ran over to him, trying to pull him off. He was the one person she knew, she couldn't lose him.

Finally he stopped and turned to her pulling her up with him as he stood, "We need to go!" He got on the bike and helped her on before revving the bike and taking off towards the road.

They swerved in-between cars as they headed down the road, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist as she looked back seeing the gas station catch fire before exploding. She whipped her head around pressing her cheek to Brice's back as she closed her eyes trying to forget the world.

A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye as she pressed her face into the back of his jacket, "This is just a nightmare, Wake up, wake up, wake up."

Well there it is, Chapter 1! Please review and let me know what you think!