My name is Amber Grimes, and I'm nineteen years old. I was filling up my car at a gas station on the edge of town when I noticed two dangerously handsome strangers standing beside an expensive car. The moment they looked at me, their eyes widened. They exchanged a strange glance before one silently nodded to the other, almost like they had discovered something they had been searching for. Before either of them could approach me, my phone rang. It was my father, Rick Grimes. Something terrible was happening in Atlanta. People were attacking each other, the dead were refusing to stay dead, and Dad ordered me to get home immediately. But before I could leave, the two strangers introduced themselves as Stefan and Damon Salvatore brothers hiding a deadly secret of their own. They weren't human. With the world falling apart around us, Mystic Falls is no longer safe, Atlanta is crawling with walkers, and blood attracts far more than vampires now. Stefan wants to protect me, Damon seems determined to tempt me, and neither brother understands why my blood affects them differently from anyone else's. When I finally reunite with my father, I won't be arriving alone. The dead may rule the roads, but vampires have rules of their own-and somehow, I've become the one person capable of breaking every last one. In a world filled with walkers, vampires, love, jealousy, and dangerous secrets, survival comes down to one simple truth... Blood always makes the rules.

My name is Mira Grimes. Yeah, that Grimes. Rick Grimes is my father, I'm nineteen years old, and unlike most people in my family, I've never exactly been normal. I'm a witch. A very powerful witch. But magic isn't the strangest thing about me. I'm also a verse jumper, which means I can travel into completely different worlds whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I show up because someone needs help. Sometimes I change things that were never supposed to be changed. And sometimes? I'm just bored and feel like causing a little chaos. I've jumped into enough worlds to know one thing: every universe has its own rules. The problem is, I've never been very good at following rules. So when I decide to jump into a world filled with vampires, witches, werewolves, doppelgängers, Originals, and more supernatural drama than any one town should be allowed to have, I expect to have some fun. What I don't expect is to find people who make me want to stay. Especially one dark-haired vampire with blue eyes, a smart mouth, and absolutely no sense of self-preservation. Now Mystic Falls has a Grimes in it. And Damon Salvatore is about to find out that compared to me, vampires might actually be the normal ones. But while I'm busy playing around in another universe, things back home are beginning to change. Soon, blood will matter. Family will matter. And when two completely different worlds collide, I might have to decide which one is really home.

My name is Rusty. I was on my way to visit my Uncle Rick Grimes when I stopped at a gas station just outside his town. I only planned to fill up my truck, grab a few snacks, and get back on the road. Instead, I found two ridiculously attractive men standing beside their vehicle, looking like they were trying to figure out their next move. The second they noticed me, their eyes widened. Then they both said the same word. "Mate." That was how I met Clayton Danvers and Nick Sorrentino-and how I discovered werewolves were real. Before I could fully understand why two members of the same Pack believed I belonged to them, the dead started walking, the world fell apart, and reaching my uncle became more important than ever. Thankfully, I am far from helpless. With powerful pink magic flowing through my veins, tattoos covering my skin, and two protective werewolves refusing to leave my side, I am ready to tear through anything standing between me and the people I care about. Walkers are everywhere. Humanity is crumbling. Uncle Rick has no idea what is coming. And Clayton and Nick are about to learn that being my mates does not mean they get to control me. The apocalypse may have destroyed the old world, but together, we are going to build something stronger from the ruins. After all... Rusted hearts never break.

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 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.

Lena Grimes was only nineteen when the world ended. Five months pregnant, scared, and trapped in a world full of walkers, Lena has more than just herself to protect now. Being the daughter of Rick and Lori Grimes was never easy, but after the outbreak, everything becomes worse. Rick and Lori fight constantly, and most of their arguments lead right back to Lena. But Rick refuses to turn his back on his daughter. No matter how tense things get, no matter what Lori says, Rick takes Lena's side every time. And he isn't the only one. Shane Walsh, already protective of the girl he watched grow up, becomes even more intense when he realizes how vulnerable Lena is in this new world. To Shane, keeping Lena safe isn't a choice. It's a promise. Then Daryl Dixon comes into the picture. Rough, quiet, and hard to read, Daryl isn't the type to care easily. But something about Lena pulls at him. Her strength, her stubbornness, and the way she keeps going even when everything around her is falling apart makes him protective too. Between walkers, family fights, and a baby on the way, Lena has to learn who she can trust, who will stand beside her, and how far people will go to protect her. Because in this new world, Lena Grimes isn't just surviving for herself anymore.

Rayne's last memory should have been terrifying. Dramatic. Meaningful. Instead, it was stupid. One minute, she was walking outside to check the mail. The next, she tripped over her little brother's toy car, hit the ground wrong, and everything went black. Death was supposed to be the end. But when Rayne opens her eyes again, nothing feels right. The world around her is familiar and strange all at once, filled with secrets, shadows, and faces she somehow knows she should recognize. She doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't know what brought her back. And she definitely doesn't know why death feels like only the beginning.