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There will be spoilers for all seasons and episodes, as I will touch back on many events. Inspired and unable to avoid writing this after watching "The Suicide King", my spoilers will hopefully end from there. Otherwise, this is AU and I will not be following the story-lines (unless they follow mine first). Cheers and Enjoy!


Amy Adler took a swift drink of the bottled water, quenching her dried throat. They had been forced to leave their previous campsite rather quickly, along with many of their supplies. No longer did she have a small pot to boil water in to purify, or much of anything else. Uncertainty plagued her mind.

A few feet away from her stood her older brother, Sebastian. She could see the worry etched upon his brow and the look of despair he was attempting to hide. Much like their father once was Sebastian could never hide his real feelings; He was irrational at times and almost always sporting a frown.

"If you keep making that face, it'll stick—oh wait," Joey, their younger brother broke the silence.

Now a group of five, Amy recollected their previous moments. Jenna had been such a lovely woman, aged a wise fifty-two with limber legs and a sore back. She had taught Amy many things, like how to live and survive among strangers; how to avoid over-stepping your welcome, and even how to care for someone as if they were family. Now, Jenna Williams was nothing more than dead flesh back at their camp-site. It had all happened so fast, the dead had been upon them in the blink of an eye.

Sebastian had gripped her arms so tight they were now bruised, screaming for Joey and the others. Everyone had moved with a flourish, frightened and scared, but mostly ready to fight for their lives. Douglas, a strong dark man who had cared for Jenna before the outbreak, ran full force towards the only vehicle with her aging figure in tow. Amy had thought quickly and efficiently, directing her brother towards the car before searching for Joey and the last member of their group. He had been trapped inside his tent, crying out for anyone. Having been a year older than herself Amy felt a chill run through her at his shouts. How could something so awful be happening to them?

It was as she came to the front door of the tent that she saw the rotting human that was clawing its way in. The skin of its fingers was peeling back, revealing bone and blood and its face, oh how haunting its face was. Glassy eyes and sunken cheeks, she could hardly recognize it as a human anymore. Amy swallowed hard and reacted quickly, freeing a heavy knife from her belt and forcing it into the awaiting skull. At first there was resistance, and Amy worried she wasn't strong enough to stop the snarling monster, but with a little more drive in her elbows she found herself sinking down atop of the creature as it lay silent below her.

Jake sprang forth from the tent then, blue doe eyes taking her and the scene in. "Thank you" he breathed out.

It was then that Sebastian had come for her once more, ushering her and Jake towards the rolling vehicle. She spotted Douglas behind the wheel almost instantly, and found Joey at his side. But where was Jenna?

"Wait! Wait!" She had tried to call, but found the car-door slamming in on her before she had a chance to escape.

They had told her on the way out what had transpired. Jenna had stumbled, a misfortune that ended her life as one attacker descended upon her before Douglas had any time to turn around. It was impossible to of saved her, they all agreed, but the grief had not been any less.

"We need to find food—Supplies," Douglas interrupted the quarrelling brothers and brooding sister. "Everything is at the site."

Jake leaned his body forward, shifting uncomfortably on the rock he was sitting. Nervously he fidgeted with the flattened coal hair atop his head, trying to brush it away from his pale green eyes. With rather small features compared to his large lips, Jake looked much like a cartooned boy rather than the man he really was. "We can go back…"

"There is no going back," Amy interrupted firmly, "we move on, Jake. There is no other option."

Looking slightly put-out, Jake got to his feet and puffed out his chest. With such a deep voice, he could have ordinarily intimated the lean woman of only five foot six. Frightened her into thinking he was stronger than his thin awkward limbs would have her first believe, but Amy knew him well. In fact, Amy knew all of them well-enough. If they returned to that camp, there would be no more surviving. Only death.

For this reason she quickly deduced they would need somewhere new, an area with plenty of supplies and safety; something that would give them shelter from not only the monsters, but themselves.

"We need to find a town, first." Amy explained, "Pick up little things. Only what we can carry. Then…"

"And then what?" Jake hissed, "We get eaten like Jenna?"

"Hey man, you watch that mouth! We don't need that kind of disrespect" Douglas warned, moving to step into the much shorter and much younger man's space. Jake quickly threw his hands up in defense and dropped his shoulders. It was obvious the other man was not ready to deal with any form of dissention within their group. "Carry on A.J."

Swallowing Amy looked down at the water bottle in her hands. So far her brothers had been quiet, but she knew when she voiced the rest of her plan the complaints would be many; Too many for Douglas to silence and too many for himself not to join.

"We find a bunker—a bank—something with a safe, like—like a big locked door to keep us and them separated." Silence followed for a moment before all hell broke loose.

First to start was Jake, whose mouth had already been at the ready before Douglas had time to interfere once more and next was Joey; who openly complained that their father would be appalled with that idea. Third was Douglas who voiced, "And where the hell are we going to find 'a bunker'?" and last was Sebastian.

Sebastian. Who looked most like their mother with his sea blue eyes and coppery brown locks, who carried her maternal fashion sense of flattery and maintained wearing pale coloured button-up shirts that always made his eyes 'pop'. Sebastian, the man who reacted with his gut and first instinct and who was never afraid of letting you know if you were being foolish or pissing him off, was the last to speak.

"And what if there are more in this town? How will we handle them? How are we expected to get there with no fuel, no food and barely any water left?"

"Come on Sebastian, we're survivors! Survivors! We don't go down without a fight, right?"

"Our supplies are back there. How can we go forward without them?"

Pushing herself up into the air to stand on her own feet, Amy stomped a foot in the ground and narrowed her amber eyes on the group. "We go forward just like we did when we first started!"

The men grumbled slowly, as if slowly chewing on her words. As much as their hearts ached to return to Jenna, to the simplicity they had only hours ago, they were quickly realizing this was not in their cards. "So we go," She decided, "we go, and we survive!"