No Such Luck With The Walking Dead

Disclaimer I do not own The Walking Dead or The Loud House or anything related to either of them, all are owned by their respective owners and companies.

Summary: Lincoln Loud's life has been… horrendous to say the least. His troubles began when his family started to think that all their troubles and misfortunes were because of him. Things only got worse for Lincoln when his family had just about had enough of their bad luck and shorty after, kicked him out. With no where else to go, Lincoln went to his grandfather. But as he finally reached his Pop-Pop the unthinkable happened. The dead… began to rise up and attack the living. With the world and society falling apart around him. Lincoln and his grandfather quickly raced back to his parents and sisters, only to find that they had already left. With no indication of where they went or if they were even alive. Lincoln and his grandfather decided that only thing they could do was to survive. And after 2 years since that fateful day, Lincoln has gown into a hardened and cold survivalist, thanks to his grandfather, who is now long gone. Something of which has caused him to be distrustful to people in general. However as Lincoln was beginning to set up camp for tonight, something unexpected happened. Watch as Lincoln learns to trust and interact with people again. And who knows, might love again? Or will his stubborn and cold façade further distance himself from humanity. Either way, let's hope Lincoln's luck doesn't run out.

AN: Hello! If you know me then that's awesome! If you don't then that's alright too! Now, I bet you all are wondering how this story cane to be. Well, I'll tell you. While I was playing the walking dead telltale game series. You know, season 1 through 3. Something of which I highly recommend you get. Anyways, while I was playing I couldn't help but wonder if our boy Lincoln could survive in the world of the walking dead? I also wondered what if his family kicked him out just right before the apocalypse? Now before I start the story, let me get one thing clear. This is not a kid friendly story… people will die and bad things will happen. And of course curse words will be said. Oh and of you're confused where this story is taking place, it's basically taking place during season 2. Ok, now that we got that out of the way… ON WITH THE STORY! Enjoy!

Warning: This story isn't for the faint of heart. Blood and gore will be shown, some drug abuse along with severe depression will shown as well. Language of course is a given. And finally some sexual content might be mentioned but only mentioned. I really hope nothing in this story offends anyone who has been or are currently dealing with some of the things that are said. Remember, this is a story. For your entertainment. If you have any questions or issues message me or leave a review.

Chapter 1: Alone

Somewhere In North Carolina

It was a very cold night, the moon was out that barley illuminated the forest. Crickets and the occasional animal call could be heard here and there. One could say it was a very peaceful night. What else could be heard was the faint sound of a river near by as well.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case, because there was something dreadful lurking in the woods. Something more dangerous than any wild animal.

Soon the sounds of moaning and groaning could be heard. It sounded like someone or something was in pain. And then all of a sudden the noise of the animals stopped. The only thing now that could be heard now was the moaning. The dreadful and painful moaning.

As the moaning grew louder and louder, a shadowy figure quickly came into view. The figure appeared to be limping and was the one responsible for the moaning. By the way the figure was limping, it was possible he or she was injured or even sick. And as the figure came closer into view that appeared to be the case. But something was… wrong with this person.

The person looked… sick. It also looked like the person was very malnourished, and injured. One would think this person was dead. And… they would be right. The person was wearing ragged clothes and looked to be rotting like a dead body. It even had half of it's face ripped off. Like something or someone had eaten half of its face. The only thing that wasn't torn off was it's nose and eyes. Which were milky white and emotionless. Lifeless eyes, cold and lifeless eyes.

The figure or… dead person continued to limp aimlessly. Like it was searching or waiting for something. That is until heard a sudden snapping noise, like a twig was being stepped on.

This quickly caused the rotting figure to stop dead in its tracks. Shorty after doing so, the creature began to slowly turn towards where it heard the noise. Which was located by some thick bushes.

The creature soon gave out a low growl and started to slowly make it's way to the bushes. But as the creature got closer to the bushes, a small noticeable click was heard. Then after a few seconds later, a quick swish sound was heard!

SWISH!

And then that sound was quickly followed by a loud thwack!

THWACK!

Immediately after the sound was heard, the creature quickly fell down to the ground. And it looked like it wasn't going to get up. Why? Because it had an arrow pierced right through it's left eye.

So, it was pretty safe to say the creature was dead.

After a brief minute had gone by. The bushes began to rustle once again but this time something was clearly walking out of the bushes.

A few seconds later a small figure could be seen walking out of the bushes. However this time around this figure appeared to be alive, and very well armed. And this figure looked to be… just a kid. Probably around the age of 13 or less.

"I knew I should have been more quiet." The kid said in rather hushed yet frustrated tone. "Damn geeks aren't that smart but they're hearing isn't completely shit."

The kid looked pretty tired and messy. His hair was white, which was kind of strange, and was fairly long while messy. He had a somewhat overbite, with a prominent chip on his front tooth, and had noticeable bags around his eyes with freckles on his cheeks.

The clothes he had on were a worn out brown leather jacket with regular jeans along with some black work boots. He also had a waterproof black tactical backpack which seemed to be fully equipped. A sleeping bag was seen strapped on tightly to the pack as well. Aside from that, there also seemed to be a makeshift quiver that held some arrows strapped to the right side of his pack too.

And that wasn't all he had with him either. Because the kid looked pretty well armed.

Currently he was holding a Barnett Whitetail Hunter Crossbow equipped with a small scope in his hands. Something he recently used to kill that "geek". That wasn't all he had either. Strapped on the left side of his backpack was a Black Remington 700 Short Action with iron sights and a big flashlight taped to it. He also had a Black Glock 19 holstered on his right hip.

Overall, it seemed that the kid was somebody you wouldn't want to mess with.

The kid soon gave out soft sigh. Then he slowly started to make his way to the dead geek he killed.

Shorty after reaching it's corpse, the kid reached down into his pocket to grab something. And that something was a small laser pointer/flashlight. Something of which he turned on and pointed at the corpse.

"Guess I should be happy I even hit this bastard." The kid said trying to lift his spirit up. "Killing walkers in the night is sketchy enough as it is."

And he was right.

Traveling in the dark and in the forest no doubt, wasn't such a great idea in hindsight.

But sadly he didn't have a choice. Staying in one place too long isn't too smart either.

'At least, that's what Pop-Pop used to say.' The kid thought with a small but sad expression. And he stayed that way for awhile.

However, the kid quickly went back to his senses. And after doing so. He immediately went back to the task at hand.

"God I hate this part." The kid quickly groaned out. Then with a grim expression, he took a knee down and reached out for the arrow he fired.

That was still lodged in the corpse's eye.

After getting a strong hold on the arrow, the kid gave a strong pull and with little hassle got the arrow out.

He then gently wiped the blood and gore off on his pants. Afterwards he inspected the arrow and gave a soft nod. Next he carefully load his crossbow with then said arrow.

Following that the kid began to look around the area. Either to see if there were anymore walkers near him or to see anything that was out of place.

"Guess this is place will have to do for tonight." The kid softy said as he took one more glance at the dead walker. "I should probably get rid of this guy… his stink is already getting worse."

So with that, the kid got started on what was going to be a very long night. And not just for him either.

An Hour Later

"Guess that should do it." The kid proudly stated with a hint of pride in his voice.

What the kid was talking about was the camp and fire he made. The fire wasn't too big for it get some attention. But it wasn't too small either. His sleeping bag along with his backpack were both next to the fire while being at a safe distance. And lastly he had a small survival pot that was carefully placed above the fire. Which of course was cooking his food.

"Good thing I had a couple cans of those beans left." The kid slightly chirped with a small smile. "Those cans helped out a lot too. I thought I wouldn't have enough for the alarm system."

The alarm system he was talking about was something he came up with a long time ago. When he still had someone with him.

Basically it was just a couple of empty cans he found and had with him. That were tied to a lot of fishing wire he had. Afterwards he then distanced himself from camp and placed then around in a circle surrounding the camp.

This system was mainly used for walkers or wild animals. Though it did also work for people as well.

While it wasn't always fool proof, it did give the kid a sense of peace. Though that didn't mean he stopped sleeping without a gun near him. Hell, he practically slept with it under his pillow. Even though he didn't have a pillow.

Anyways, all of this was normal to him by now. Set up camp, kill anything near by and then get some sleep. Then when he woke up he'd do the same all over again later.

While it wasn't a good or safe lifestyle. It was the only one he knew. Sure he could have found a group or one of those "safe and free" communities. Where he could be with people and maybe kids around his age.

But that was the problem.

People, people were his problem.

After giving one last look around camp, the kid gave out a small smile.

He then decided to get down to his usual routine. Which was checking his supplies, ammo and weapons. And then eat his food and get some sleep.

It was easier said than done.

"Well, I better get to it." The kid huffed with somewhat downcast tone. "I should probably clean my rifle while I'm at it as well."

The kid then decided to sit down on his sleeping bag. After doing that he grabbed his backpack and begun to get some stuff out. What he took brought out were some basic supplies. A couple of energy bars, two bottles of water, first aid supplies like bandages and . He also had something that was practically gold out here.

"Checking out that pharmacy was a great idea. These meds are going to be a lot of help when I need them." The kid declared softy as he brought the medicine he was talking about. "Let's see what I have, I got some penicillin and a bit of morphine along with some basic tylenol. And finally… hydroxyzine…"

While the rest of the meds were only there in case for emergencies. Like for common injuries, infection from cuts and if he got sick.

But hydroxyzine was something he used often, a little too often. It helped him sleep, helped his anxiety and gave him some sense of peace.

He knew that he shouldn't abuse what little meds he does have. He just couldn't help it. Being out here alone was harder than it looked. And that usually got to him. Sometimes he get bad anxiety attacks and get barley enough sleep.

So, whenever he felt like that. All he had to do was to take a pill. Maybe two if he need to… or if he wanted to.

The kid could only stare at the bottle of pills in his hand. He then with a somewhat sad expression opened the pill bottle and took a pill out. Afterwards he immediately grabbed a bottle of water and then placed the pill in his mouth and took a large swig of the water bottle.

He then closed the medicine bottle and carefully placed it back in his backpack.

Following that the kid just sat there, his eyes locked on the fire in from of him. He was probably waiting for the medicine to kick in or he was just spacing out. Something he found himself doing quite often.

After a few minutes later, the kid went back to what he originally doing. Taking inventory of his supplies. As the kid resumed digging though his backpack. He suddenly stopped. Like what he saw was a ghost. And for him, it was almost something like that.

The reason why he stopped so suddenly was because the kid had found something he haven't seen or brought in a long time. With a deep breath, the kid reached his hand down into the bag and grabbed what made him stop. He then slowly started to bring his hand out.

And what he brought out was a picture. A very old and worn out picture.

A picture of the kid, and he wasn't alone. In the picture with him were a large group of people.

This group had about 12 people in it, including him. Something very noticeable about the group was that it consisted a lot girls. The only male presence in the picture were the kid and a man that looked in his 40s. The girls in the photo appeared to be either older then him or even younger.

In the photo everyone looked happy. The kid in particular looked happy and content with those around him.

After giving the picture a very long look. The kid could only look at the photo with a grim expression. Then after awhile of looking at the picture, the kid did something very unexpected.

He crushed and crumbled the photo and then threw it into the fire.

After doing that the kid could only look on as the picture burned in the fire. Like what he saw in the flames gave him some sort of comfort. But that wasn't true. The only that gave him solace anymore were the pills. That and the weapons he had with him. Speaking of which, the kid took a glance at the Glock 19 he placed on his sleeping bag.

With a small sigh the kid grabbed the handgun and shorty after began inspect it.

A few minutes later the kid then did something very shocking.

…

…

…

The kid quickly looked at you, the reader.

"I bet you're wondering what's going… am I right?" The kid asked in a soft yet somber tone. "You probably thought I didn't notice you, that I didn't notice any of you. Oh but I did, and now I bet you're more confused then curious more than ever. Am I right?"

"Now, before I start to explain what's going on. Let me tell you a story." The kid said as he took his eyes off you and back to the gun in his hand. "It's a story about a boy named Lincoln Loud. Who was just a normal kid who had a big family. Like a real big family."

"Lincoln had a mom and dad like most kids do, he even had siblings." The kid continued on as he kept looking at the gun. Then he brought his gaze back up at you. "A lot more siblings than most people have… or had. Lincoln had about 10 sisters and was not only the middle child but the only boy too."

"Now that didn't bother Lincoln, you know being the only boy in such big family. In fact he loved it." The kid said with a sad smile and with a light chuckle. "He loved his family, his sisters and his parents. And they loved him."

As the kid said that, his smile quickly disappeared. And was replaced with a very sad expression. His eyes then went back to the fire. The flames and embers burning and dancing.

"…At least that's what Lincoln thought. But over time that changed." The kid said in a low tone and his expression being the same. "Turns out no matter how much you think people care about you. That love, that trust… is worthless. Because in the end people only care about themselves."

"And that's what Lincoln's family did, because of one bad game his sister had. Shorty after that he was classed as a jinx by the rest of his family. Even to the sisters he had a deep bound to." The kid continued on as he clenched his hands into fists. Like what he was saying was beginning to anger him. "The family he loved… kicked him out and took everything from him! They took his comics, his clothes, his childhood toy… his trust and… love."

Tears then began to fall down the kid's face. His fists still tightly clenched and his eyes filled with rage and sadness.

A few minutes later, the kid began to slowly wipe away his tears. He then went on back to telling the story. Even though it pained him to do so.

"So, after Lincoln was thrown out of his by his family. He went to the only family he could count on. His… grandfather." The kid said in a soft tone but as he said the word grandfather. He briefly froze but he then continued on. "After getting to the nursing home his grandfather was at, the craziest thing happened. The end of the world."

"That thing I killed earlier, that was one of the things that caused this whole mess. This… fucked up world was all of their doing." The kid said like he had a bad taste in his mouth. "Walkers, that's what most people call them. Some call them different types of names. Geeks, Lurkers, the dead and a lot more of names I can't remember right now."

"Anyways, after Lincoln met up with his grandfather. A couple of walkers hit the nursing home… and it was a bloodbath." The kid said as he closed his eyes tightly. His breath then soon grow heavy. "At first Lincoln and everyone thought it was riot or just a group of people who lost. But after seeing the first walker rip the head nurse's face off. That's when people and Lincoln knew what was going on."

"Shorty after that attack, Lincoln and his grandfather fled the nursing home and went straight to Lincoln's home. Where they hoped to find his parents and sisters" The kid said continuing on telling the story to you, the reader. "Even though they threw him out and left him to defend for himself. They were still family… at least that's what Lincoln's grandfather said anyways."

"However when they got there. They were long gone." The kid said with a small sigh. "At first they feared the worst, but after searching the house they discovered that there was a chance they were alive. Since they found no blood or remains. It was possible they had just left when things were starting to get worse."

"Either way, Lincoln's grandfather knew it wasn't safe to stay and soon Lincoln and him both left. With no plan or supplies, they left the city and decided to test their luck out on the road. And it shockingly worked out somehow." The kid continued on. "Eventually they met up with one of Lincoln's grandfather's old war buddies. Who set them up with supplies, weapons and a car. Hell, he even gave Lincoln some comics too."

After saying that last part, the kid gave out a light chuckle and a small smile.

"Sadly though that old war buddy couldn't come with him. They reason why? Because he got bit." The kid sadly said as he picked up a stick laying next to him and threw it in the fire. "You see, when you get bit. You eventually turn into one of them. And you know what's more fucked up… even if you don't get bit. When you die, you turn. No matter how."

"That's what's going to happen to me. You know, someday." The kid said in a very sorrow filled tone. "I guess that's how they managed to overrun the military and the cities. The suicides, people fighting with one another for the most simplest things. Like food and water. And of course the people who were already in the process of dying."

As the kid continued on, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"I'm probably rambling on, aren't I?" The kid asked but was not expecting an answer. "Well, let's get back on track then."

"Eventually Lincoln and his grandfather learned how to survive in this crazy world. Well, Lincoln anyways. Thanks to his grandfather who was an experienced solider and a somewhat survivalist. Lincoln was taught many thing. From shooting guns and the uses of other weapons to tracking and hunting." The kid said as he resumed on telling you the story. "And for a time, things were peaceful. You know, for them anyways. I mean sure, they'd run into the occasional walker here and there. Even a whole herd of them. But they would always find a way to survive."

"However, like all thing in this world now. Tragedy struck." The kid simply said as his tone was soft and void of emotion. "On a not so eventful day, Lincoln and his grandfather encountered a small group of survivors. They were hold up in some nowhere gas station somewhere in Georgia. At first Lincoln wanted to keep moving and be on their way. But his grandfather had other plans."

"After talking to the groups leader, some half as biker named Roman." Lincoln said with some distain when he said the leader's name. He then resumed on telling you the tale. "Lincoln's grandfather had managed to convince Roman to take them. Something that didn't sit too well with Lincoln. But eventually he got used to the idea of not being alone. He even made a few friends there. He also got close to a girl there around his age. Becca, that was her name."

"While things were good for awhile. Things quickly escalated when someone snuck in and took a whole lot of supplies. Supplies that weren't easy to come by. Which kind of made Roman a lot bit more strict with the rules and such. And then everything went downhill from there. It only got worse when the group caught someone who was trying to steal from them again." The kid said as he picked up another stick and threw it in the fire. "At first it looked like everyone was in agreement to kill him. But Lincoln and his grandfather being who they were, refused along with a few others. So, they let him go. Not knowing that they made a mistake."

"Soon they were attack by the same person and his group. Who killed one of Lincoln's friend Boyd. A kind and generous old man who acted like another grandfather to him." The kids voice soon grew soft as he told the last part with a disheartened expression. But he continued on. "After that, Lincoln and his grandfather along with a girl named Stephanie decided to leave. While Lincoln and his grandfather wanted to leave right away. But Stephanie without telling them tried to steal some supplies and was caught."

"Following that Lincoln wanted to just leave and let Stephanie deal with it by herself. Whatever it was. Unfortunately for Lincoln, his grandfather couldn't let that happen. So, he went back to try and free her. Alone." The kid uttered the last part in a very grim tone. "Before he left though, he told Lincoln that if he wasn't back in an hour… he was to go somewhere else and be safe. Lincoln of course begged his grandfather not to go, but he wouldn't back down and went off to the gas station. And when an hour past, and then two and finally three… Lincoln left. Just like that..."

Soon the kid's voice began to break and once again he started to cry.

But even that didn't stop him as he kept on speaking.

"The last thing he said to… me… was that even though this world was ugly and dangerous. There was still some good and something beautiful about it. And that all you had to do was find it." The kid now revealed to be Lincoln uttered with a whimper. "But I knew that was just some hopeful bullshit. Because I know that this world was always ugly, even before the walkers. You know?! Because people are worse than walkers! You know what a walker wants! But people! No matter how good or bad, family or not! PEOPLE ARE THE PROBLEM!"

"PEOPLE ARE THE ONES WHO KICKED MD OUT OF MY HOUSE! WHO LEFT ME TO DEFEND FOR MYSELF! PEOPLE ARE THE ONES WHO TOOK MY POP-POP FROM ME!" Lincoln yelled in fury and sadness. Not caring if walkers hear him or not. "PEOPLE ARE THE ONES WHO TOOK MY LOVE AND TRUST AND SHATTERED IT! I… I HAVE… I have nothing."

Lincoln then soon looked down at the ground in despair. A few minutes later. He finally decided to speak.

"You know… sometimes I wonder how come I'm doing this. You know, surviving. I mean I don't deserve to live." Lincoln somewhat shamefully admitted. "You're probably wondering why, right? Well, I've done a lot of shitty things. I've… robbed and killed people."

"How do you think I got most of the stuff I have. I stole, lied and killed for this stuff. For my crossbow, my guns, my backpack… even the cooking pot." Lincoln continued telling you his shame. "So tell me… how is anything in this world is beautiful and worth living in when someone like me… does the things I do. Tell me?"

Lincoln looked at you, expecting an answer. But even if you told, he wouldn't be able to hear. And he knew that.

After awhile, Lincoln began to chuckle and them grew into laughter.

"You know, maybe I am bad luck. But… who cares!" Lincoln exclaimed through his laughter. "I'm alive… and that's all that matters to me!"

The laughter soon stopped and Lincoln took one last look at you. His expression was emotionless.

"And there you go… that's my story. Now… leave me alone." Lincoln finally said finishing his tale. "I want eat my meal in peace. And alone… please… just leave me alone."

And with that Lincoln, who wasn't the sweet and loving boy he once was. Got up and picked up the supplies he got out and quickly put them back in his pack. He then went to the fire to check on his dinner.

But then all of a sudden, Lincoln began to hear something. That sounded a lot like cans being juggled. And that quickly made Lincoln's blood run cold.

Then without hesitation, Lincoln dove toward his crossbow! Which was closest thing he could grab!

After grabbing it, he pointed it towards where the noise was coming from. Now Lincoln would have immediately fire at whatever it was, but some bushes were blocking his view. As the noises suddenly stopped the bushes began to rumble.

And then acting on instinct, Lincoln fired his crossbow. Then a loud animal like yelp was heard and then whatever it was. Got the hell out of the bushes and rushed off into the woods. And it was safe to say that whatever Lincoln tried to hit was uninjured and was only frighten.

"Shit!" was all Lincoln could say. Then without thinking it through. Lincoln quickly placed his crossbow down near his back pack, where he then grabbed his rifle and turned on the flashlight he had attached to it.

"I better go after whatever hell that was." Lincoln said in a hushed tone. He then immediately started to put the fire out. "I better make sure this place ain't a damn beacon for scavengers though. The last thing I need is someone stealing my stuff."

While Lincoln wasn't to keen on hunting something through a walker filled woods at night. He couldn't risk whatever that was coming back when he's sleeping.

"Maybe my family was right, I probably am bad luck."

And with that, Lincoln went into the direction where the animal had fled.

Almost Half An Hour Later

"Man, whatever that thing was it sure knows how to run." Lincoln whispered quietly to himself as he continued to march through the woods. "This fucking rain sure isn't helping. I can't even track this damn thing!"

The frustration Lincoln was feeling was natural and justified. It had been almost an hour since he began his frantic hunt for the animal he chased off. And he was already getting angry. The rain sure wasn't make his search any easier.

The animal's tracks were already almost gone. So it was only a matter of time before he would lose the tracks and get lost. Something Lincoln definitely didn't want.

"Damn it, this is getting me no where." Lincoln huffed out frustratingly as he stopped following the tracks. "I should probably just head back. I'll probably just get a quick wink and then hope that thing doesn't come back."

But before Lincoln did that something caught his eye. It appeared to be a yellow sign near by a down dead tree. Now normally Lincoln could care less about that, but his curiosity got the better of him.

So with that Lincoln made his way to the sign and found something very strange.

"Well, that's one way to kill a walker." Lincoln said simply as he took a look down at the dead walked. Who had the end of the sign embedded in it's skull. "Whoever the hell did that is either very stupid or just plain lucky."

After seeing finding the dead walker, Lincoln decided to continue to search the area a little more. What he found wasn't too interesting. He saw a makeshift cross that possibly marked a grave. He noticed the river that was beginning to quiet down.

However Lincoln soon saw what appeared to a destroyed dock. Which also meant there were boats near by. And that's something Lincoln couldn't possibly pass up.

With a small sigh, Lincoln made his way to the dock. His rifle being aimed at the ground lighting his path. As he got closer Lincoln began to inspect the damage caused to the dock. The front was completely gone and when he flashed his light down he saw there was some solid ground near the river.

Not thinking much about it. Lincoln decided to carefully jump down the dock.

After doing so he began to follow the shoreline. Hoping to find anything. As he kept on walking. Lincoln started to have some doubt that he would actually find something. And was about to give up.

But something stopped as his flashlight shined on something that Lincoln wasn't expecting. A girl! A unconscious girl around his age laying on the shore!

A girl who looked to be Africa American and around his age or younger. Her hair was dark brown and was short, she also had dark hazel eyes. She was wearing a dirty blue or purple base ball cap that had a large D on it. The clothes she had on were a dark purple shirt and a baby blue and white striped under shirt. And she had on some grey or black pants.

Lincoln was of course shocked to find a girl out here of places. He didn't know what to do? Should he try to wake her? Or should he just leave her like this? While that would be harsh and cold, Lincoln didn't know a thing about this person.

After giving it some thought, Lincoln let a small sigh and soon he had on a grim expression.

The reason why? Because Lincoln had thought about another alternative. And it looked like he was going to do it.

Lincoln then took aim with his rifle pointed at the girl! Who was still unconscious. He was then about to fire and kill the girl but… he hesitated.

Then with a deep sigh, stopped aiming at the girl. Afterwards he strapped his rifle onto his shoulder and then made his way to the girl.

"I better not regret this."

To Be Continued

AN: And boom! I'm done! This of course took me awhile to write and I hope you like it. Now if you're here because you have read my other loud house story and are wondering why I'm not working on that. Let me tell you I'm still working on it, it has just been difficult to write is all. And with me getting a new job it has been hard to find the time to write. But rest assured that I'm still writing. I'm only splitting my time between work, this story and that other one. Ok, now that's out of the way what do you guys think? Are all of you horrified by what Lincoln has become? And are you even more horrified by what he almost did? Do think that Lincoln will regret helping that girl (Who is undoubtedly Clementine if you didn't know). And what do you think that creature was who was sacred off by Lincoln. Do you think Lincoln's past will play a bigger part in the story? Well, you're going have to find out in the next chapter. So, please leave a review for your questions, concerns and feedback. I hope you enjoyed the story. Oh and if you're wondering about the paring I'm letting you all know I'm still thinking it over. If you have suggestions then message me or leave it in a review.