TWD: Kill The Boy

Two hours. Two full hours spent trying to crack a damn safe, and another thirty minutes trying to brute-force it open like some stubborn idiot with no better use of his time. I tried every obvious combo—1-2-3-4, repeating digits, birthdays, the usual suspects.

Nothing.

Frustrated and ready to give up, I stopped and asked myself, "If this was Leo's father's safe… what would he use as a password?"

The anniversary date didn't work—19091994 was a bust. Then I noticed the small letters under the numbers on the dial, like an old-school phone. A long shot—but what if…

First I tried '3326'—Leo's name. But the safe required eight digits. Then a better idea hit me.

Leo and Mary.

I punched in 33266279. The safe beeped.

Click.

I grinned wide. "That's it!"

The lock popped open, and I flung the door wide, expecting weapons, gear, maybe a key to an underground bunker.

Nope.

Just a pile of now-worthless cash, two walkie-talkies, and a heavy wooden box.

"…Seriously?"

Still, the box had weight. Promising weight.

I opened it. Inside, neatly secured in cloth, was a handgun. No clue what model it was, but it looked high-end—sleek, matte black, heavy. Beside it were two spare magazines and a plastic case with 20 extra bullets, all matching the caliber.

I picked up the gun and checked it. Safety on. Slide intact. Magazine eject button worked like a charm. It was even loaded. Fourteen rounds.

14 + 14 + 14 + 20 = 62 bullets.

"Not bad," I muttered. "Not bad at all."

I wasn't confident enough to carry it around yet. I knew how to load, aim, and shoot in theory. But panic shooting with a handgun in a zombie apocalypse was a great way to get bitten. Or worse—shot myself.

"I need to find a shooting range and pray there's a manual lying around," I sighed, sliding the gun back into the box.

Then my eyes went to the map on the wall.

Georgia.

The first four seasons of The Walking Dead all took place in this state. From Season 5 onward, the story moves up to Virginia—Alexandria, Hilltop, Oceanside, all that.

But I had zero plans to make that trip. Not yet.

Because I had a new goal.

I grabbed a pen, took the map off the wall, and laid it flat. Then I started marking it.

Known communities. Known threats. And a location that was barely used in the early series, but had massive potential:

The Prison.

Strong structure. Multiple cell blocks. Fencing. Watchtowers. Water access. It was left untouched in the early apocalypse. In canon, it doesn't get occupied until much later.

But in my timeline, it was still fresh. Still filled with inmates. Still full of opportunity.

And I had a plan.

Form a power group.

Recruit the strong. The brutal. The useful.

Most of them are overlooked in the show, seen as threats or background. But to me, they're assets.

First stop: the Prison. I'd find those who survived the initial outbreak—prisoners who hadn't turned yet—and offer them a choice: join me or rot.

Then, later, I'd head to Atlanta.

Not for Rick.

But for Merle Dixon.

Yeah, I know the guy's a racist, arrogant prick. But you can't deny he's tough as hell, skilled, and one of the most dangerous fighters in the early seasons. And when Rick leaves him cuffed on that rooftop?

I'll be there to get him out.

Whether he joins me or not… that's on him. But I'll give him a shot.

From there, I'll keep recruiting. Big guys. Fighters. Anyone smart enough to listen and strong enough to survive. Not everyone in this world is evil. Some just need a leader.

And then, once I've built a group that can rival any other, then I'll join Rick's crew. Not as some background character.

As a force.

As someone with resources, men, and leverage. Someone they can't ignore.

I snapped back to the present.

My stomach rumbled. Loud.

"Damn it. I forgot to eat."

After a quick meal of canned beans, peanut butter, and water, I prepared for my next step.

Scavenging.

Target: the neighboring house.

I wasn't going to carry the gun. Too risky. A single shot could attract walkers from half a kilometer away. Instead, I took two knives and a crowbar from the shed.

Sneaking through the backyard, I faced the plant-covered wall that separated the two houses. It stood at least two meters high.

Time to test this body again.

I backed up a few steps, sprinted forward, and launched myself.

Too much force.

I didn't just jump the wall—I soared over it and landed with a perfect roll on the other side.

Not even a scratch. My new body was terrifying—and exhilarating.

Crouching beside the window, I peeked in.

Living room. Empty. Curtains drawn. Shadows. No movement.

I crept to the back door and gave it a firm knock with the crowbar. Waited.

Nothing.

No groans. No footsteps. No movement.

"Alright then…"

I stepped back and kicked the door—aimed right above the lock.

It exploded open like it had been hit with a battering ram.

"…Oops. Excuse me."

Knife drawn, I moved through the house room by room.

The place was mostly cleaned out. Looked like the owners left in a hurry.

Judging by the family pictures on the wall, it was a father and teenage son.

Useful finds:

Kitchen knives

16 snooker balls

2 snooker cues

A few books

2 bottles of painkillers

And most importantly—clothes that actually fit me

Finally.

I changed quickly, leaving the tight shirt behind. These clothes were plain but comfortable. Durable. Perfect for now.

The biggest win? The pool table.

Not the table itself—that was staying—but the cues and balls?

Weapons.

Break the cues in half, and you've got spears strong enough to puncture skulls. And the snooker balls? A solid 150 grams of polished death when thrown with my new strength.

Imagine a walker getting beaned in the temple by a cue ball flying at 90 mph.

"Now we're talking."

I returned home just as the sun began to dip. The sky burned orange.

My bag was heavier.

Tomorrow, I'd scout the area. I needed a vehicle. A bigger supply of food. A test for my body's endurance.

And soon… the road to the Prison would begin.

One step closer to building the strongest group in the apocalypse.

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I also planned a crossover in this FanFic to FTWD