Got the idea watching Supernatural.

Rick clutched his wife's cheek which were stained with tears and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. He looked down towards his son who was grabbing his leg and laughed with joy. "I knew I'd find you, I knew it. The photo album's, they were all gone" He explained. Lori simply smiled, her hands tightening on his shoulders. She took in every detail of his face. He was alive and breathing, not dead in some hospital.

Rick looked past Lori, looked around this camp. His eyes landed back on her, a confused and worried Rick looked at her "Rachel?" He asked, wondering why his eldest daughter was not here to greet him.

Lori bit her bottom lip and sighed, pulling back from her husbands grasp and taking her hands back, she looked down towards the ground, not able to string together any words.

"We went to get her" Shane gulped, walking forward "Went to her apartment but..." He ran ran his hands through his curly hair "I'm sorry man"

Rick stumbled back. She was dead? She couldn't be... But why would Lori his wife, Shane his best friend.. His brother, Lie to him? Rick placed both hands over his eyes and dropped onto the ground, not being able to keep his legs standing strong anymore. His only daughter was gone, and he didn't even get to say goodbye.

Rachel pulled the curtain back slightly and glanced out the dusty window, She had to go out on a supply run soon but the street's were crawling with corpses. She turned her head back towards the kitchen of the small house's kitchen and sighed. The food in that fridge would last maybe two days tops. She let go of the fabric and the curtain fell back into place over the window and walked over to the couch and threw herself down and let her dark brown hair fall over her face.

"MOM!" She groaned and blew hair out of her mouth, sending some of the strands to the side. She was so hoping to just fall asleep on the couch but sleep is never an option when your a mother. Rachel stood up and headed up the stairs. She put on a happy face before opening the bedroom door and looking towards her little boy Thomas. "Look mom" He held up a piece of paper proudly "Its you, Me and grandpa" She smiled as she walked over. She took the picture from his tiny hands and sat beside him, crossing her legs.

"It's great baby" She told him as her eyes wandered all over the paper. The first stick figure which was blue had a sheriff hat and a yellow badge so she assumed that was her dad. The next little figure was red and had a blue cape, that was Thomas. He loved super hero's so it didn't surprise her when he drew himself as one. Then the last one was purple and had long brown waves falling from it's head and a pretty smile drawn on her face. Rachel didn't smile anymore, she used to but not now, any smile she did was for her son, he was the only thing that made her happy now. She had no one else but him.

Rachel ruffled his blonde hair and stood back up "Hey Thomas, wanna help me make dinner?"

The little boy's face beamed as he jumped up and grabbed his mother's hand, basically dragging her downstairs. Only Thomas would be this excited about doing something as simple as Dinner. All you had to do was watch the pot of beans until it heated up.

Thomas ran into the kitchen and pulled out a can of beans from the fridge and then ran back towards Rachel who had just made it towards the living room. She didn't have her son's energy, he got that from his dad. She caught the can and turned it until she could see the label "Beans... again?" The little boy nodded, causing Rachel to huff. They have had beans every night this week. There was peaches and meatballs in there but no, Thomas loves baked beans. Rachel was so glad that this was the last can.

"Is it ready yet?" Thomas asked for the 100th time. Rachel shook her head and chuckled

"Not yet Tommy" Thomas sighed and crossed his arms, swinging his legs off the ledge of the counter.

"When will it be ready?" Rachel handed him the wooden spoon and took a step back, resting her palms on the cold metal of the kitchen sink

"When its starts to bubble" Thomas looked at the spoon in his hands then back up to his mother who laughed "Go on chef, stir it"

The little boy beamed once again as he got up on his knee's and leaned over the pot and dunked the spoon in, stirring it in a circular motion. After awhile it started bubbling rapidly and Thomas tried to lift it up by the base of the pot to pour the beans into their bowls, Rachel wasn't quick enough to stop him burning his hand.

Rachel looked up from her bowl and to her son who was happily eating away with his bandaged hand, not even phased. She sighed and began eating again.

After Dinner, Thomas fell asleep almost straight away which she was glad for. She really could not handle another game of Monopoly with that boy. She was sure he cheated every time. Either that or she was just at that board game. She hadn't even realised how light Thomas was until she picked him up to take him to bed, probably cause of the little amount of food they were getting. Rachel had maybe lost a few pounds aswell but she would be fine. She would start giving Thomas most of her share of food starting tomorrow.

Rachel carefully lay him down in the right side of the double bed and pulled the covers over his tiny body. She walked over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawers and started looking through the clothes that were left. Anything felt better than what she was wearing. A band shirt and a pair of black shorts and trainers weren't exactly ideal for this situation.

Rachel pulled out a a pair of ripped, light blue jeans and a red flannel shirt that had a gray hood attached. Who would leave clothes like this behind? Rachel flew them on the chair that sat in the corner of the room.

She walked to the edge of the bed and climbed in. Once her head was rested on the pillow and she felt her son's head roll onto her upper arm, she started feeling relaxed, even with all the dangerous thoughts that kept entering her head. The only thing that she did think about was the fact she had no idea where her father was or what he was doing... that was if he woke up from the hospital. She was planning on visiting the day it happened, but the army started barging through the streets, so she packed up and took her and Thomas as far away from downtown Atlanta as she could. After about a day they came across these nice houses. Thomas picked the one on the end, said it reminded him of a house from a story she read him once. Every house seriously looked the same but she didn't say anything.

"Night mom" She heard a tired voice say. Rachel shook her head and chuckled, he must not of been fully asleep.

"Night baby" She smiled and brushed a hand through his hair before falling asleep herself

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It had been a month now since the outbreak, near enough a month since Merle arrived at Woodbury, since officer friendly forced him to cut of his own hand. Atleast he got this cool upgrade. He had been sent out to raid a couple houses Martinez spotted on a previous scouting trip.

Merle stopped his new ride the had been given outside the last house on the street. He stepped out and took some weapons from the bed of the pickup and headed towards the stairs of the house. He just wanted to go to sleep, it was late and he didn't have to be back for a couple days. That's when he noticed biters heading his way.

Merle walked with confidence towards the group of biters that were at the bottom of the street. It was such a hot night, he was pretty jealous of the fact they couldn't feel anything. That's probably why he enjoyed slashing those assholes the fuck up with his bayonet hand.

Once every last dead one was done, he made his way up the porch steps and inside the nice looking home. He pulled his pistol out from the back of his belt and held it up as he explored the bottom level of the house. The living room was empty, though that couch looked comfy as hell. The kitchen had some cans of food, one can of beans that might come in handy if he gets hungry.

He walked into the Dinning room, freezing when he saw two bowls sat on the table. He picked one up and examined it's contents. Smelled like beans. Was there people here? He quietly sat the bowl down and looked up towards the ceiling. They must be sleeping... Stupid fucks

Merle cautiously walked up the stairs, being careful to not make the wood creak. He opened the first door he came across. It was a kids room. There were crayons and bits of paper all over the floor. He stepped in, one drawing catching his eye. He picked up the paper and looked at it. Some kid had drawn his family. A mom, the kid and a granddad. Merle chuckled slightly as the granddad reminded him of officer friendly... oh the things he was going to do to that son of a bitch if he ever saw him again.

He walked into the next room. Bathroom, nothing special. The next room he walked into was pretty big and comfy looking. Nice big mirrors, chairs and a sweet looking double bed that he would love to pass out on.

"Huh" Merle licked his lips as he spotted two figures sprawled out on the bed. One was a young boy, maybe 4 or 5. The other was a pretty little thing in her 20's.

He kneeled down next to her sleeping body and started stroking her cheek with his blade, trying to wake her up. As soon as her eyes opened her shoved his hand over her mouth.

Rachel tried to keep calm as this man held his hand which smelt fucking terrible over her mouth. She started slowly moving her hand under her pillow where she kept her knife. Once she felt it in her grasp she started to feel a little better, knowing she could probably stab him if he tried anything.

"Now, ah'm gonna take ma hand away now"

This was her chance. His dirty hand left her mouth and she pounced. She rolled onto him, attempting to shove the blade in his face, but he was fast, too fast. He grabbed her wrist and rolled her over and started slamming her hand into the floor until she let go.

"Nice try freckles" He grinned as he stood himself back up, pulling her with him and pushing her towards the door. Rachel restrained, not wanting to go anywhere. Merle sighed "Come on Freckles, Ah don't wanna have to carry ya out"

Rachel started walking. Not because he asked her to, because she didn't want to wake up Thomas. He seemed so peaceful.

Rachel walked down the stairs, This man following her. He had heavy steps and smelled like cigarettes and beer... oh she could go with some smokes right now.

"Sit" Merle spoke as he pushed her on the couch.

"What do you want?" Rachel asked, getting annoyed

"Jus' a chat" Merle leaned himself against the wall and looked at her. Damn she was pretty. Nice long hair that would feel soft balled up in his hands.

Rachel leaned leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knee's "What? You brought me down here to talk about the weather?" She grinned

Merle narrowed his eyes, a smirk growing on his face "Just gonna ask ya some question's is all"

Rachel sighed "Go on then"

"Whats your name Freckles?"

"Rachel... Rachel Grimes"

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