A.N. This is a fanfiction that's been on my mind for quite some time now and I finally took the time to write it. I'm really looking forward to writing it, so I hope you guys will enjoy! Please please please review!

Don't worry, TWD characters will arrive next chapter!

CHAPTER 1

Dean must have been 8 years old. He and little Sammy were playing in the park next to the crappy motel they'd slept in the night before. John was there too, watching his sons from a bench, not that far away. It was a cloudy day, it seemed like a storm was coming. It smelled like rain too. Dean would look up to his dad from time to time and he would get a smile, not a big one, sure, but it was there. It was a good day for the Winchester boys. They had a couple of days off before John would leave on a job and the kids made sure to make to most of it. Little Sammy was playing in the sand with some borrowed toys and Dean couldn't help but smile at his brother. Sam then looked him dead in the eye and whispered "Dean". Dean looked at him with a confused look before hearing again "Dean, wake up!"

Dean jolt awake, saying "Wh-what?", more confused than ever.

"Are you okay?" asked Sam, who was sitting on the bed next to Dean's.

Dean frowned before rubbing his eyes. "Man, I feel like I've been asleep for months."

"Yeah.. me too, it's weird." Sam said looking around, uncertain. "I don't even remember getting in this motel."

"We must've gotten really drunk last night, uh?" Dean said in a chuckle.

"Yeah..." simply answered Sam before getting up and walking towards the dusted window. "Where are we anyway?"

"I don't know man, last thing I remember we were a couple hours outside Ohio." Dean said, still sleepy.

The boys then packed their few belongings before heading out of the motel room. The parking lot was empty and so were the streets. To be fair, it was a good thing not to have to deal with people with what seemed like the worst hang over they'd ever have. They both got into the parked 1967 impala and drove into the sunrise.

After they'd been driving for a while, they passed a sign that said "Welcome to Virginia". They both looked at each other, confused.

"When the hell did we get to Virginia? "Asked Dean.

"I don't know" answered Sam, turning his head to look at the sign once again.

They kept driving in silence until Dean tried to turn on the cad radio. The only thing they heard was loud static, as if there was no signal. Sam frowned for a second before Dean grabbed one of his cassette tapes and shoved it in the slot. He then started to sing along to Foreigner's Hot Blooded at the top of his lungs, making Sam roll his eyes and chuckled in desperation.

After driving a couple of miles down the route 495, they had to stop abruptly when they came across tens of abandoned cars in the middle of the road.

"What the hell?" thought out loud Dean.

"I don't know.." said Sam. "Dean, something weird is happening" he continued, starting to feel really concerned.

"Ya think?" answered his brother in a tone that made Sam feel stupid for saying that.

"Don't be a jerk. Just turn around, we'll find another way" Sam said, annoyed by his big brother.

Dean managed to turn the car around, leaving the car wreck behind them.

"We should call Bobby" Sam said. "He might know what's going on."

Dean grabbed his cell phone from his coat pocket and hit Bobby's number on speed-dial. It didn't even ring once when he heard "the service is unavailable." What the hell, thought Dean. He tried to raise his phone as high as he could out of the car window in an attempt to get service.

"DEAN LOOK OUT!" screamed Sam, which made Dean drop his phone in an attempt to quickly dodge the female standing in the middle of the road. Dean lost control of the car and they crashed in the forest that bordered the road. In the accident, Sam hit his head on the windshield, which slightly split his forehead.

"S-Sammy, are you okay?" asked Dean with a trembling voice, still in shock.

Sam sighted heavily and raised his hand to his forehead, where he felt blood dripping "Yeah… you?" he answered, frowning at the aching pain rushing through his head.

"Yeah. What in the hell was that?" he asked as he opened the door to get out. "Oh my God, Baby, I'm so sorry" he said as he noticed how bad his car was.

While his big brother was whining about his precious car, Sam got up to the road to find out what caused the accident. He walked cautiously towards the woman standing in the middle of the road. "Hey! Are you ok-" he started to say, before the woman turned to face him in a low and growling moan. The bottom of her jaw was missing, and so was the inside of her torso. Her bloody and dry intestines were laying a few feet away. Most of her skin had been peeled away and the parts that were remaining were ripped and dirty. The lack of eyelids gave her eyeballs a popping look that would give anyone some serious chills. But it was mostly the smell that came out of her as she approached Sam slowly that was unbearable. "Jeez-" said Sam, taking a step back and tripping on rocks. Once on the ground, Sam could barely hold her away with his long arms as she tried to scratch and bite him with what remained of her jaw.

"Dean!" he screamed, in desperate need of his brother's help.

Dean arrived quickly and blew away her brain with one easy shot. He helped his brother up and looked at the woman with disgust, bringing his hand to his nose, trying to cover the smell.

"What the hell is this? Zombie?" he asked in a panicked voice.

"Looks like it..." answered Sam, still recovering from the unexpected attack.

"This is just gross, man." He said, trying to avoid throwing up.

As they were still examining the dead women, a loud mix of groans and moans, as well as dragged feet on the gravel was heard, a few hundreds of feet up the road. Sam was the first to raise his head towards the noises.

"Dean!" he said in a panicked voice, grabbing his brother's shoulder.

Dean raised his eyes to where the moans were coming from. He simply let out an "Oh my God..."