AN: Hi! This is an idea that's been bothering me for a while and I just needed to get it down on paper. Tell me if it's any good and if I should write more.

For all those waiting for an update from Unlucky, I'm so terribly sorry that I've been taking so long. Life had its way of getting in my way and this year had been particularly rough.

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Chapter One

Harry had known this area had too many walkers to sleep here, even in a tree.

He had known and done it anyway because when else is he ever going to catch a wink of sleep. The walkers are everywhere now.

Now he's stuck running again. He's always running with nowhere to go, nowhere to go but away from the monsters he can see even when that means running towards those that he can't.

The teen had a rough time of the apocalypse, worse than the normal end of the world things that everyone goes through. It was the unfortunate combination of relatives that didn't care enough to at least try and stick around and run-ins with the sort of people that you would cross the road to avoid even before this whole mess went down.

He hadn't escaped unscathed from his ordeals, as clearly seen by the thick manacles still locked onto too skinny wrists with a broken chain that used to hold them together hanging from each, yet he had managed to escape.

The life that Harry now lives was about survival, not living. That meant that Harry avoided two things; walkers and people. If made to choose between the two he would choose walkers in a heartbeat. When dealing with the undead you knew what to expect. People weren't like that, people were unpredictable. People could cause a whole lot of damage that walkers could never even dream of. The few friendly people that he had come across, not that they lasted very long- this was no longer a world for friendly people, had acted like the walkers were the monsters. Harry had long figured out the truth of the situation, what you had to watch out for were never the walkers but rather the people that could survive them. They were the meanest, nastiest people that could and would hurt others to get what they wanted. If they weren't that type of person before the breakout they certainly had become it.

Harry knew his strengths and weaknesses and he knew that he couldn't take on more than a few walkers at a time, with his short and unhealthily skinny frame, which meant that he had quickly become accustomed to running and running far. Yet despite this, the young teen was quickly running low on gas and was finding it quite hard to breathe now that he had been going for so long. He knew that he needed somewhere to hide from the walkers until they lost interest, preferably somewhere where he could find something to eat.

That was why when Harry came upon the prison, a safe haven if he ever saw one, he only hesitated for a second before running for the tall fence. The raven haired boy knew full well that it was a possibility that there was someone living there but without anyone in the expansive yard, even with it being the dead of night, he also knew that he had to take the chance. Harry stopped for only half a second to pull out the sturdy blanket he kept with him for cold nights from his backpack before continuing on at full speed towards the fence. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders to free his hands as he started scaling the tall structure, feeling the walkers weathered hands grasping at his heals as he climbed.

Just before he reached the large coils of barbed wire he pulled his thick blanket from his shoulders and through it over the barbs, hoping that the worst of it would be blocked as he made his attempt to get over the top. The teen propelled himself over the fence, cringing in pain as some of the barbs still sunk through his ratty clothing and into his soft skin, before falling quickly and awkwardly to the hard ground.

Ignoring the new pain that was pounding through him, Harry awkwardly scouted away from the first fence so that his back was against the second one before the prison yard began. The teen looked mournfully up at his blanket, knowing that it was lost as he would be unable to retrieve it with the walkers crowded at the fence. This also brought the awful revelation that he didn't have a way of getting over the fence and into the prison now that his blanket couldn't be used.

It was probably for the best, reasoned the boy in his head, getting over the first time had hurt and awful lot and he wasn't sure if he could make it over again a second time without breaking something, the sort of injury that could spell out death for those who got one nowadays. Nonetheless, Harry stumbled to his feet, mindful of his quite obviously bruised ribs and the shallow cuts that peppered his entire body, and began to shuffle down the no-man's land in-between the outside world and the prison. The last thing he wanted was for too many walkers to pile up on the fence while he was resting and for it to tumble down, predictably both trapping him and giving the walkers an all-you-can-eat buffet.

As he walked Harry pulled a long knife from his belt and began going in just close enough the walkers the stab one in the head at a time before drifting out of reach before they could grab him. It was the least he could do for his future self when he did end up needing to leave this little pathway somehow. Chances were he would end up having to fight his way through if he wanted to survive, something he hated to do as if was so much more risky that just running, and the less there were the better it would be.

"Hey!" Came the unexpected and all too unwelcome shout from the top of the nearby watchtower. Heart racing, Harry squinted through the sudden light to see a young Asian man standing on the balcony, flashlight on and pointed right at Harry, "Who are you?"

Harry wet his lips nervously as his breathing grew quicker. He should have known that a place as nice as this would undoubtedly have people. He had hoped and been stupid and now he was in trouble, so much trouble and there was no way out. The Asian man disappeared from Harry's view as the teens heart became erratic and his breaths shallow. He knew full well that he was having another one of his panic attacks, at least that was what Dr. Alan had called them, yet the knowledge did nothing in the face of the irrepressible terror that Harry was feeling.

Just as black spots were starting to appear in his eyes and -stop that hurts! Why aren't you listening to me? I told you to- he started to feel consciousness fade from his head, the man who had been in the watchtower was now right in front of him and grabbing the teen's arm. How did he get there? He was so far away and now he was so close –No! No! Please don't leave me here, I promise I'm a good boy! I'll do anything, anything you- and it was too much far, far too much.

The last thing Harry saw before he passed out was the concerned face of the young man hovering above him.

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The last thing Glenn expected from taking watch was to see a solitary young boy running straight out of the forest and to the fence, barely pausing the take precautions from getting skewered by the barbed wire, and landing hard on the other side. In fact, the scene shocked him so much that he just stood there watching until the movements what looked to be a young teen stirred him from his initial shock.

"Hey!" He shouted towards the boy, hardly caring if the walkers heard, they were already piling up at the fence anyway, "Who are you?" The now visibly teenaged boy squinted up at Glenn in the all too recognizable expression of fear.

It was a fair assumption that the teen wasn't much of a threat, he looked lost and wasn't carrying a gun, and so Glenn made the decision to go down and try to talk with him. He didn't seem to be responding to Glenn, perhaps out of the mere shock of seeing another human being. After all, they could be quite rare these days.

The closer to the kid that Glenn got the more he realized that he wasn't in a good way. Not only was he covered in bruises and bleeding in several spots but he seemed to be having trouble breathing. The man quickly retrieved his key from his belt and entered into the area in between the fences.

When he was finally next to the kid, he saw that he was having some sort of panic attack. The last time he'd seen anything like this it had been with one of his sister's close friends who had struggled with crippling anxiety and had the occasional panic attack. The black haired teen then started to sway on his feet dangerously and despite having seen this sort of thing once before and knowing that it probably wasn't the smartest idea to grab someone when they were out of it like this, Glenn institutionally grabbed his arm to stop him from falling.

This seemed to be the last straw as the kid mouthed out a desperate no in between hard gasps of breath before dropping to the ground, unconscious.

Shit, thought Glenn desperately as he glanced from the unconscious teen to the walkers pounding at the fence. He could already tell that this was going to be a long day.

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