My name is Max, and somehow, we came to Atlanta at the worst damn time possible. Dom, Letty, Brian, Mia, Roman, Tej, Hobbs, and I were sitting in a diner, waiting for our food and arguing like always, when all hell broke loose outside. People started screaming, cars crashed into each other, and blood covered the streets. Then the dead started getting back up. "What the fuck?" I whispered, staring out the window. One minute, we were a family built around fast cars, dangerous missions, and impossible odds. The next, we were trapped in a city filled with the walking dead. But if the world thought it could take down Dominic Toretto's family that easily, it had another thing coming. We have fast cars, weapons, skills, Hobbs' muscles, and enough stubbornness to survive anything. Along the way, we meet Rick Grimes and his group, changing their story-and ours-forever. The world may have ended, but family is still everything. Hey everyone, Just a little warning before you read this one: this story is a little cringe. It was the second book I ever wrote, so it does jump around fast in some places and lingers too long on one topic in others. I already know it's not perfect, but I'm posting it anyway because it is still part of my writing journey. Good luck if you decide to read it. Please keep that in mind while reading. To those of you who can look past the messy parts and still enjoy it, thank you. <3

My name is Katalina. A year ago, right after graduating high school, I started working at the local police station. Most of my days are spent working alongside Rick Grimes and Shane Walsh, two men who have become more like family than coworkers. Life in our small town seems normal-until strange reports begin coming in. People are becoming violent, hospitals are filling up, and rumors about the dead walking are spreading faster than anyone can control. Then everything changes during what should have been a normal police chase. Instead of Rick being shot, I'm the one who takes the bullet. While I lie unconscious in the hospital, the world begins falling apart around us. Rick and Shane refuse to leave me behind, managing to get me out of the hospital before it becomes overrun. This story begins one month before the outbreak and follows Katalina, Rick, and Shane as they witness the first signs of the end of the world. Together, they'll have to fight through the chaos, protect the people they love, and find a way to survive as the story moves into the pilot episode of The Walking Dead. The dead are rising. The world is ending. And this time, Rick Grimes won't be facing it alone. Hey everyone, I will be posting a few of the stories I first wrote when I started writing. Just a heads-up: they are cringy, messy, full of holes, and not always consistent. I already know that, but I'm going to post them anyway because they were the start of my writing journey. Please keep that in mind when you read them. They may not be perfect, but they are where I started. Hope y'all enjoy them anyway. lol <3

My name is Stormy, and I was born into Abnegation-the faction that believes in living quietly and putting everyone else first. The problem? I have never been quiet. I'm too loud, too outgoing, and far too curious to fit in with the selfless people around me. No matter how hard I try, I always feel like I'm pretending to be someone I'm not. Then the day of the Choosing Ceremony arrives. One choice will decide where I belong and change the rest of my life. But the moment my blood hits the bowl, something unexpected happens. I don't just discover my new faction-I discover that soulmates are real. And somehow, I have more than one. Now I'm surrounded by dangerous men who all claim that fate brought us together. Between brutal training, hidden secrets, growing feelings, and enemies waiting for me to fail, I'm about to learn that choosing a faction was the easy part. Finding where my heart truly belongs might be impossible.

My name is Josie, and I'm not exactly normal. The women in my family have always possessed powerful abilities, but mine are stronger than anyone expected. I can do more than I ever thought possible, and no matter how much power I use, I never get tired. So, naturally, I decided to use my abilities to jump into the universe of *The Walking Dead*. I already know how the story is supposed to go, but I'm not interested in standing back and watching everyone suffer. I'm here to change things, save lives, and cause a little chaos along the way. The best part? Walkers can't come within twenty feet of me. As I travel through this dangerous new world, I meet Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Daryl Dixon, and the rest of their group. They don't know where I came from, what I'm capable of, or how much I already know about their future. The story may belong to them, but now that I'm here, everything is about to change.

My name is Zoe Miller, and all I wanted was a bag of damn freeze-dried strawberries. Instead, I found myself trapped inside a grocery store while the world fell apart around me. The screaming started first. Then came the running, the blood, and those things moving faster than anything dead should be able to move. When one of them charged straight toward me, I froze, certain I was about to die. Then a man stepped between us and struck it down. From that moment on, he refused to leave my side. He barely knew me, but he protected me like I was the most important person left in the world. He kept me close, watched every shadow, and placed himself between me and every threat without hesitation. The longer we stayed together, the more protective he became-and the faster his feelings for me grew. As cities fall and the infected spread across the world, survival becomes our only goal. But somewhere between the fear, the running, and the constant danger, he starts falling for me harder than either of us expected. In a world where everything can be taken away in seconds, he is determined not to lose me.

My name is Angel Stackhouse, and I'm twenty-five years old. When a vision showed me the terrible fate waiting for Alcide, I knew I couldn't stand by and let it happen. Desperate to save him, I made one simple wish-that we would be taken somewhere far away, somewhere he could survive. I never expected that wish to send us into the world of The Walking Dead. Now Alcide and I are trapped in a world overrun by the dead, surrounded by strangers who don't know what we truly are. Thankfully, my powers came with me, and Alcide can still shift into his wolf form. Together, we might have what it takes to survive-but walkers aren't the only danger lurking in this new world. Saving Alcide was only the beginning. Now I'll do whatever it takes to protect the people who become mine, even if that means becoming their armor.

My name is Avery, and from the very beginning of this crazy mess, I've been completely on my own. The strange part? I'm immune. The walkers don't attack me. In fact, they stay as far away from me as possible, which means I can go almost anywhere and do whatever I want without worrying about being eaten alive. So, with nothing better to do, I decided to wander through Atlanta and see what I could find. That was when I saw him. A cowboy riding through the ruined city on a horse, looking like he had no idea what he was walking into. Maybe I should have kept going. But where would the fun be in that?

My name is Charlie, I'm twenty-two years old, and apparently yelling at my TV has consequences. I was sitting there watching *The Walking Dead*, getting madder by the minute because, seriously, how hard is it to use common sense during the apocalypse? Then a voice came out of nowhere. "Would you like to correct it?" My eyes went wide. Was I scared? A little. Did that stop me? Not even close. "Yes," I said fast. "But if I'm going in there, I need supplies, weapons, clothes, food, and enough backup to make sure I don't end up as walker chow." Next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of Atlanta with bright purple hair, grey eyes, sparks flying out of my hands, and walkers surrounding me. Only problem for them? I'm immune. They won't bite me. They won't touch me. Most of them won't even come near me. So now I have a chance to change the story, save the people who deserve saving, and knock some sense into the ones who keep making stupid choices. And then there's Daryl, Shane, and Rick. Three stubborn, protective, dangerous men who all seem to think they can handle me. Cute. Daryl watches everything with those sharp eyes and acts like he doesn't care, even when he clearly does. Shane is all fire, attitude, and protection, ready to stand between me and anything that breathes wrong. And Rick? He has that hero thing going on, trying to keep everyone together while looking at me like I might be the one thing he can't figure out. I came here to fix the apocalypse. I did not come here to fall for three men. But apparently, the walkers aren't the only ones drawn to me. This world better buckle up, because I'm not here to follow the story. I'm here to rewrite it.

My name is Kitten, and I'm 22 years old. One minute, I was sitting in my apartment watching The Walking Dead, shaking my head at every bad choice they made. I kept thinking about how different things would be if I was there. What I would wear. What weapons I would carry. Who I would save. Who would not even last five seconds if they tried me. Then the lights blinked. Once. Twice. And everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my apartment anymore. I was in Atlanta. But I wasn't thrown in blind. My weapons were with me. My badass car was parked nearby, packed full of supplies and everything I would need to survive. And that wasn't all. A note was sitting on the dash. *Here is your chance. Change what you want. Save who you want. Destroy who you want. Have fun with your powers.* The dead were walking, the world had fallen apart, and somehow, I had been thrown straight into the show I thought I knew so well. But this time, things were going to be different. Because I knew what was coming. And I had claws.

My name is Sissy. Well, at least that's what everyone calls me. I was supposed to be on a simple camping trip with my grandpa Dale at the quarry. Peace, quiet, and a few days away from the world. But everything changed when the radio started picking up desperate voices, scared people, and one question that made my stomach drop. Is anywhere safe? I looked at Grandpa, and he gave me one small nod. So I answered with one word. The quarry. Within an hour, strangers started showing up. Families, survivors, people with fear in their eyes and nowhere else to go. The world was falling apart around us, and somehow, our quiet little campsite became a safe place. Then Shane Walsh arrived. Hot-headed, stubborn, protective, and impossible to ignore. From the start, Shane made it clear he was watching out for me. But he learned real quick that protecting me didn't mean controlling me. Because I may be Dale's granddaughter, and I may be surrounded by people who think they know best... But I'm not helpless. And in a world full of walkers, fear, and people willing to do anything to survive, Shane and I are about to find out just how far we'll go to protect what's ours.