Hi! I had this idea rolling inside my head for a while so I simply had to tipe it down- for the time beeing I will writ this one out and when I write at least 3 chapters of this- back to Stages of life!

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF man or The Walking dead.

Oh, and do tell what you think about it. (^^)

eaning back his head and closing his eyes Allen tried to think of how he got himself in a situation like this. He was sitting on the floor next to some tall looking house- the likes he has never seen before. The structure or rather the height reminds him of their previous headquarters, with all those floors. The only difference was that the structure itself doesn't look as old as the old tower and it has more windows instead of stone walls.

Sighing softly, he opened his eyes to the clear skies above him. In this world he felt so alone now. Ever since he woke up everything around him was so strange, unfamiliar and what's even more mind consuming- even with all the works of humans around him, there is only one thing missing. People. Humans. Adults. Children. There's absolutely no sign of human life anywhere in the city. Not that he knew where he was though. He woke up a few days? Or weeks? It's hard for him to keep track of time. 'Ha, I have absolutely no sense of direction and now I'm losing track of time? Sigh*, BaKanda will never let me live it down.

Speaking of time, he had a sneaking suspicion he isn't in his own time anymore- or perhaps even his own world. With the things he has seen so far, that's not an impossible idea. Thinking back to the time he joined the Black Order, he couldn't help but think all this was supposed to happen somehow-The Destroyer Of Time indeed.

Still looking at the bright blue sky, he thanked the God none of his friend are in this new world with him. No matter how much he wishes for any king of company-just so he could see a living person. Not that he was completely alone though. In the city he saw some animals- alive animals- that were still here, even though it confused him on their reason for staying. He himself has no room to talk, as he too stayed in this god-forsaken city. Their reason for staying is probably the familiarity of the massive buildings, but his reason was more of necessity than attachment. Food-without it, you cannot survive- that much is pretty much clear, but to him also means a way to protect himself and a means of escape.

The very reason he was hiding behind a tall building 'I wonder what they are called?' was in fact food. Silently standing up and bracing himself against the wall, he peered at the building across the street. It looked like some sort of shop-more like a gigantic one in his opinion- but it has to have at least some food and other necessities right? It's a shot in the dark, since he isn't familiar with the the time of shop/store in this time/world but he has no other choice. Peering again, he deemed the building was untouched- the double glass doors shut tight, no broken windows and the wares inside too looked untouched.

Nodding to himself, he rummaged trough his coat pockets. Bringing out a wrapped up bundle, he unwrapped it a little and gazed sadly at the remains of his dear friend- Timcampy. In the encounter with the Apocreep- as he lovingly named him ' Do note the sarcasm' –and The Earl, Tim got destroyed. The one to bring it 'HIM! Tim is not a thing!' to him was no other but BaKanda, who looked as down as he could with all the expressions he could pull off-which wasn't much, he counted.

There is another reason he needed to get inside that building. To repair Timcampy he needed some pieces so he can replace the 'body' mass the golem lost- fixing him on afterwards would be a breeze. A little of magic here and there and Tim will be as good as new. Against what everyone believed Cross did teach him something-magic. Before he was thought that Master made him promise not to tell a soul- and that is what he did- he told no one.

Now as he already mentioned, the important thing are food and fixing Timcampy-to do that he needs to get inside that building. Now, in a life of an exorcist nothing is so simple. So what's the catch here? – All the dead between him and the ladder leading to the roof of the building-

Easy as a pie huh? Only this time he was that pie. ' I need to stop thinking about food- don't want to attract the dead with my growling stomach .Ok then, I can do this. Don't wory Tim, I'll get you fixed in no time.'