(A/N:I seem to be stuck on my other stories,but I still want to give you guys something,so I'm posting a story I started a while ago and has been nagging at me again for a while. This is based off of the show The Walking Dead. I don't watch the show anymore, but the idea of Jack and Rose in the Zombie apolcalypse is something I had to explore:) I hope that you enjoy it!)

Rose Dewitt Bukater frowned as she pulled the string on her duffle bag, effectively closing it. She took one last look at what was her bedroom. She had spent some very lovely moments of solitude in this room. Hours of reading, writing, daydreaming, anything she could possibly do in order to not spend time with her mother and fiancee. But that had been before the big outbreak. Before the sickness that had taken her father and friends and turned them into the walking dead, leaving her mother, fiancee, his manservant, and herself immune. Of course, there were others in their town immuned, but they had all fled the city, looking for some kind of sanctuary. She had wanted to go with them, but her mother had refused, stating that this was all temporary and she did not want to leave their house and fine things to the mercy of looters. Rose felt that her mother was being ridiculous, but Ruth Dewitt Bukater ruled with an iron fist, and her fiancee Cal always took her side. So they remained in this house. The evenings were the worse. The dead seemed to be especially active at night. Rose would lay in bed and listen to their growls and moans and wait for them to break in. But they never did.

Until the night before.

Rose had just drifted off to sleep when she heard breaking glass in the house. She had rushed downstairs in time to see Cal's valet Lovejoy stab one of the dead in the head with a silver knife. It had broken a window and was crawling through. Thankfully, Lovejoy had been on alert and had taken care of the situation. She had gone back to bed, leaving the man to board up the window. In the morning, it had been clear that they couldn't stay after all. If one could break in, more would arrive and break down the door and ravage them all. It was best to move on.

It had taken both Cal and Lovejoy to make her mother see the necessity, but finally Ruth gave in and now Rose was packing up what she could carry with her.

"Rose? Are you ready? Lovejoy has the car packed and ready," Ruth stuck her head through the door. She tsked as she looked at her daughter's room and all the things that were being left behind. "It's such a shame that Trudy had left. She could have helped us carry more of our belongings. Such a waste to leave it like this."

Rose simply rolled her eyes at the mention of Trudy's departure. It had been Rose who had convinced the maid to go to the sanctuary. She hadn't wanted her to meet the same fate as their butler Thomas, who had been the first person Rose had known to be eaten by the dead. "Trudy did what was best for her."

"Exactly. Such a selfish girl."

"Ladies, are you ready?" Cal stepped up behind her mother. His black eyes flashing with annoyance.

"I was just getting my things," Rose slung her bag over her shoulders and pushed past them both. She found them both so annoying. She wished that she had left with Trudy when the maid had offered. She still remembered her friend's words.

"You'll die here, Miss. Come with me. You have a better chance out there than here with your mother and that horrible man," Trudy had gripped Rose's hand, her eyes pleading.

"Oh Trudy...I would but...mother needs me. If things turn around and I'm not here, she'll be ruined. I highly doubt that Cal will take care of her. I have to stay."

"Well, good luck to you then."

"And to you, Trudy. Stay as safe as you possibly can."

Trudy hugged Rose one last time before walking out of the Dewitt Bukater mansion, only looking back once as the girl who had been her best friend for all these years. They were both sad to part, but Rose couldn't ask her to stay and Trudy couldn't convince her to leave her mother...not yet anyway.

Not leaving with Trudy had been the hardest thing, but she had been too afraid then to follow her. She prayed every night for Trudy's safety, as well as her own.

Reaching the car, Rose handed her bag to Lovejoy, who looked just as grim as ever and placed it in the trunk of the car.

"Do you have any idea where we are going?" She asked.

"The sanctuary, Miss," was Lovejoy's flat answer.

She got into the car and sat back, crossing her arms as Cal slid into the front passenger's seat and her mother got in beside her in the back.

"Well at least this car is not too crowded," Ruth adjusted her skirt as she settled in. "Lovejoy, did you bring any tea?"

"Really Ruth, there is no place to keep tea properly in here. Do be reasonable," Cal snorted, his voice amused.

"It never hurts to inquire, Mr. Hockley," Ruth frowned, displeased by the amusement that she heard in his voice.

Rose sighed and looked out the window as Lovejoy pulled out of the driveway and began the journey away from the mansion that had been home for the past seventeen years. Rose couldn't believe that they were finally leaving it. It had been their home for so long. Where will they end up in the end now that they were leaving this place? Would it be some place safe, a true sanctuary? Or will it be somewhere even more dangerous? Where was Trudy now? Was she safe?

"Sit up straight, Rose. No slouching. What will Cal think, honestly," Her mother hissed into her ear.

"Mother, the world has ended and you care about my posture. I think we have better things to worry about right now."

Silence fell over the car as Lovejoy drove through the trash riddled streets. Rose cringed as they passed a zombie or two, but she didn't look away. She couldn't. This was the world they lived in now.

It wasn't until they reached the city limits where they ran into trouble. They were about a mile out when the engine sputtered and the car rolled to a stop.

"Dear lord, why are we stopping here?" Ruth huffed, not at all happy with the new development.

"Calm down, Ruth. I am sure that Lovejoy has an explanation and can have the problem fixed," Cal looked at his valet, waiting for an answer.

"I am afraid that we are out of gas," was Lovejoy's lifeless reply.

"What? Did you not fill up the tank, man?"

"All of the stations are closed."

"And you could not inform us of that before we left the safety of our home?" Ruth scolded, outraged at the gull of this man! He had said it was not safe! That they had to leave! But obviously he had no idea what he was doing either!

"It was not safe at the house either, mother," Rose frowned, not really overjoyed to be on the valet's side. The undertaker of a manservant had been a real thorn in her side, following her around whenever Cal felt the need to control her movements.

"So what do we do now? Sit here and wait for help to arrive?" Ruth questioned, the fear clear in her voice.

"We walk," was Lovejoy's answer as he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"Are you insane, man?!" Cal frowned, his own outrage growing. His father had hired Lovejoy to keep him safe. He was not doing that right now.

"We can not stay here, sir."

"Well, I am certainly not going any further without the safety of the car. Come along, ladies. We will walk back home to the mansion."

"Carrying our belongings?" Ruth frowned. This trip has been a nightmare so far and it was only getting worse!

"Yes, carrying our belongings, unless you want to leave them here for the vandals to pick and loot? Come along ladies. We'll want to be back home by nightfall."

"Cal, I don't think that's a good idea. We'll never make it," Rose shook her head, for the first tie agreeing with her mother. They would be food for the dead if they followed Cal's plan. Not that they weren't food for the dead now, sitting here in this car with no weapons, no way to protect themselves, and Cal yelling like a madman, probably drawing the dead's attention to their location. "And can you please lower your voice."

"Yes, Mr. Hockley. Your yelling is giving us a terrible headache. Oh how I wish that I had some tea before we left," Ruth complained pressing a hand to her head.

"Stop complaining Ruth. Come get your things out of the trunk so we can be on our way," Cal darkly growled, at the edge of his patience.

Rose sighed and slid out of the car and walked over to the back, where Lovejoy and Cal were fiddling with the lock. This whole situation really was less than ideal.

"Come along, man. Get this contraption open," Cal glared at Lovejoy.

"Oh stop blaming him, Cal. He just followed your orders. Really, we should have left with everyone else instead of waiting."

"I was following the wishes of your mother, sweetpea. If you want to gripe about someone waiting until the last minute, gripe at her."

"I don't know what the fuss is about. The mansion was completely safe," Ruth frowned, not liking to be blamed for any of their current situation.

Rose opened her mouth to answer when a growl cut her off. She turned around to find a group of the dead shuffling towards them. Dead corpses, dressed in rags. They had been dead for a while, since they barely resembled the humans that they had once been.

"Cal!" Rose grabbed her fiancee's arm, her eyes wide with fear. She had wanted to leave and go to safety, not become food.

"Dear lord! Lovejoy do something!" Cal commanded.

"What would you have me do, sir? My gun is in the car."

"In the car? How can you use it in there, man?!"

"Oh god!" Rose cried, fear rising in her chest. She did not want to die! She was only seventeen years old! There were so many things that she had wanted to experience but never had! By the looks of it, now she never will!

"Cal do something!" Ruth snapped as the monstrous corpses came closer.

"I don't think they'll take money," Cal frowned.

Rose didn't bother to hide her panic as the zombies came closer and closer until they were nearly upon them. She closed her eyes as one, a male reached for her and was about to grab her when suddenly it dropped to the ground to reveal a young man with blue eyes and blond hair held back by a blue bandanna.

"What?"

The boy didn't say anything as he turned around and aimed the crossbow in his hands and began firing. He wasn't alone. Others were also there, standing between her group and the dead, using knives, swords, machetes, and crossbows to take down the dead. Within minutes the monsters were dead and only humans remained.

"Are you alright?" The blonde turned to her, his blue eyes scanning her for any injuries. "You weren't bitten or scratched were you?"

Rose almost couldn't find her voice, she was so shocked by what had just happened. "Um, no. No, I'm fine. Thanks to you..."

"It's lucky we were out on a run. Usually we don't even come this way," another boy with blond curls and brown eyes spoke up. Judging from his accent, he was Irish.

"What were you doing out here anyway?"

"That is no concern of yours," Cal rudely sniffed, not liking how Rose seemed to easily talk to this strange man, who was clearly beneath them.

"It's silly really. We were going to head for the sanctuary because it wasn't safe to stay in our house anymore. But then the car ran out of gas, so we were going to walk back…," Rose ignored Cal and tried to explain.

"Then the walkers showed up?"

"Walkers?"

"That's what we call them, lass. Suitable name since they're walking corpses," The curly hair blond explained.

"Oh."

"Well, we thank you for your help. We'll be on our way now," Cal gripped Rose's arm, just for her to pull out of it.

"Yes, thank you so much, Mr..."

"Dawson. Jack Dawson, but my friends just call me Jack. The Irishman there is Tommy, and the ebony haired guy's name is Fabrizio."

"I'm Rose. Rose Dewitt Bukater," Rose introduced herself, feeling a little flustered.

"Wow, that's a long one. I'll have to get you to write that one down for me," Jack smiled, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Rose couldn't help but giggle at the joke. Jack's smile was contagious. She couldn't help but to smile back. "Oh and this is my mother Ruth and our companion Cal and his valet Spicer Lovejoy..."

Rose didn't know why she didn't introduce Cal as her fiancee. He was...or rather had been back in their old life. She was never really happy about the engagement, but she had gone through with it for her mother's sake. Now, things felt different. It just felt wrong to call Cal her fiancee. She didn't even love the guy or want to marry him, so she really wasn't in the mood to give it much thought.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you all. So, where are you off to now? Maybe we can escort you there, just in case you run into more Walkers?"

"Jack, we're supposed to be back in fifteen," Fabrizio frowned.

"It probably won't take long," Jack waved away his friend's concern. "Or if you really do want a for sure safe place to go, you can come with us."

"Jack," it was Tommy who interrupted this time. "Don't you think that you should clear that with Frank? You know what he says about taking in new people."

"Hey, I'll handle my Uncle. We can't just leave them here to fend for themselves."

"Well, it's not really safe at the mansion," Rose looked at Cal, who was just silently glowering with jealousy. "Plus our car is out of gas..."

"Well then I guess that means you come with us. Follow us. Our van is just a few feet away," Jack grinned, beckoning for them to follow.

"Rose, we don't even know these people," Ruth hissed in her daughter's ear so they couldn't be heard.

"They saved us from being eaten and are offering us a safe place to go. That's all we need to know," was Rose's sharp answer. She looked at her mother and Cal, daring them to argue. They just fell silent, deciding for once to take Rose's lead.