Pain.

That's all I could feel. My entire body hurt. I didn't knew why it hurt. I didn't knew where I was. I tried to open my eyes but it hurt trying. I felt I was lying on a bed, but an uncomfortable one. I slowly and painfully, opened my eyes. I blinked and turned my head to the side, and the first thing I saw was a heart monitor next to me.

A heart monitor?

I frowned, realizing I was in a hospital. The only thing I remember was, that I was in the car with my parents and my brother, Daniel. And then everything went black. Why I was in a hospital? Have we been in a car accident? How long I was like this? Where were Daniel and my parents? I had so many questions that it made me reach my hand to the side of my head.

I looked around the small room, my eyes stopped at my brown bag that was on a chair at the other side of the room. I took a deep breath and then slowly sat up. I closed my eyes for a moment before placing my feet on the cold floor. I stood up slowly, and reached the wall to support me as I walked over to the chair. I frowned as I stopped. I realized something; I didn't heard nothing, it was too quiet.

I looked around the room again. The heart monitor wasn't on. I looked at the windows of the door. There was no one out the hallway. I continued to walk slowly to the chair and rached to my bag. I opened it and opened it to see my clothes inside. I pulled the hospital gown over my head and threw my gray shirt and blue jeans on. I looked at the floor and found my black shoes under the chair and slowly put them on.

I grabbed my bag as I walked to the door. I froze when I heard footsteps in the hallway. "Hello? Hello?" I heard someone call out, hoarsely. I opened the door a little and peeked out. There I saw a man in the same hospital gown I was wearing, shuffling down the hallway. "Hello?" He called out a little clearer.

I opened the door a little more and stepped out hesitantly, "Hello?" The man turned around as he heard my voice. "Do you know what's going on?" I asked as I slowly walked over to him.

"No," He replied. I stopped as I stood in front of him. "I just woke up." I glanced down at his injured side. He mast have noticed so he quickly explained, "I'm a police officer, I was shot."

I nodded slightly and then I looked around; the hallway was dark and clearly abandoned. "What happened here?" I asked.

"That's what we going to find out," He said, looking around as well. He then turned back to me, "Rick Grimes," He introduced himself as he hold up his hand.

I hesitated to shake his hand, he was a stranger, but I shook his hand finally, "Quinn Tyler."

"Let's go find out what's going on," He said and I nodded before we both started to walk down the hallway. The lights started flickering as we walked. Rick walked to a desk and picked up the phone.

I looked at the calendar and my eyes grow wide. 2010. But I remember it was 2008. "But it can't be," I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Rick asked and I looked at him.

"I was in a coma . . ." I trailed off, "For two years. H-how . . ."

"I'm sorry," Rick said. I looked at the desk and spotted a pack of matches. I picked it up and light one to make sure it work. "Let's go," Rick said. We both continued to walk down the dark hallway.

We found a door and looked through it. On the other side on the floor I saw something. I got a better look and saw it's was a dead woman that was missing her abdomen and her entrails were hanging out of her stomach. I was disgusted and scared. Rick grabbed my arm and we continued down the hallway.

We saw bullet holes and blood stains on the walls and walked toward a door that says, "Don't open, Dead Inside." When Rick approached it, the door started to push open but the lock and board that was placed on it prevented it from opening. Hands that look pale and dirty reach out to try to get at Rick. I grabbed Rick's arm and we stumbled away from it.

We burst through a door and tried to get inside the Elevator, but it wasn't working. We ran into the stairwell, but it was dark inside. I light a matched. There was a rotten smell and I covered my nose as Rick did the same as we walked down. We both reached to the bottom and I light another matched. We saw a door that said 'EXIT' and we got outside into the light.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I noticed that we were at the back parking lot. But the thing I noticed more than that was the hundreds of bodies that were all strewn across the parking lot. They have been wrapped in body bags.

I was disgusted by the sight of it. And I knew that Rick was as well. He took my hand and we both flies buzzing around the dead bodies.

We got to the hill and Rick put his hand on my back and pushed me up the hill in front of him. When we both got up the hill, I saw a helicopter, military tents and vehicles set up. The place had been destroyed and abandoned.

I looked at Rick. "Rick, I'm scared," I admitted.

Rick looked at me and took my hand again. "Come on," He said and we started to walk again.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My house," He replied, "I need to find my wife and son. They'll know what going on." I nodded slightly. "We can stop by your house too if you want."

"I live down the street," I said. "We'll first go to your house." Rick nodded and gave me a small smile. "What's you wife's and son's names?" I asked, curiously.

"My son's name is Carl. My wife's name is Lori. We met in High School. We been together ever since," He replied.

I smiled a little, "My parents also were like that."

Rick smiled at me, "So, how old are you?"

"Now that it's 2010, I'm 18," I said.

"Why were you in a coma?" He asked.

"Um . . ." I trailed off, "I think I was in a car accident because the last thing I remember I was in the car with my parents and my brother, Daniel. It's was 2008."

"You been in a coma longer then me," Rick joked and I let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah," I agreed. When we walked down a street, I saw something that made my body turn to stone. I stopped suddenly and that made Rick stumbled back a few steps. Rick followed my gaze and when his eyes landed on what I was looking at, his body stiff too.

There was a body lying on the ground. A dead woman that was missing her legs. She was rotting and she was moving. She reached out a hand and tried to drag herself across the ground. Rick started to pull me, to where I'm guessing, the direction to his house.

We reached his house, he dragged me up the stairs and yanked the front door open. He ran through the house screaming their names. "Lori! Lori! Carl! Carl! Lori! Carl!" No one answered and Rick felled onto the floor, sobbing. "Is this real?" He asked and started to smack himself. "Wake, wake up!"

I kneeled down beside him and yanked his hands so he couldn't hit himself. "Rick, it's going to be okay. We both going to find our families together, okay?"

Rick looked at me and slowly nodded. He got up and pulled me up as well. We both walked outside. Rick flopped down the steps and sat there, staring at the ground for a while. I looked around when I spotted a man in a suit, stumbling up the street. He didn't look too good and I frowned.

I looked at Rick and saw him waving at the man. I looked back at the man and saw him stumbling towards us at an awkward gait. I grabbed Rick's hand and made him stop waving. He looked at me and was about to say something but suddenly he turned around and took a shovel to the face. A kid just hit Rick. I jumped up, surprised.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I didn't knew why, but I felt suddenly bad.

The kid looked at me and then at Rick. "Daddy, daddy!" He called out.

"Carl . . . Carl? I found you . . ." Rick said and then he passes out.

"Daddy, I got this sumbitch. I'm gonna smack him dead," The kid said.

"Stop," I said. Then I heard a gunshot. I whipped my head around to the man in the suit and saw another man standing there with a gun pointed towards where the man's head used to be.

I was scared and tired. The man rushed towards us. "He say something? I thought I heard him say something," He said to his son.

"He called me Carl," The kid said.

"Son, you know they don't talk," The man said. Then he noticed the bandage on Rick's and he looked at me. "Hey, kid! What's that bandage for?" He asked me, pointing at Rick's bandage.

"What?" I whispered.

"What kind of wound? You answer me. What's his wound?" He asked. I felt dizzy. "You tell me, or I will kill him," The man said as he pointed his gun at Rick.

Suddenly, I fall to the ground but I passed out before I hit it.