Since the all-out war with Negan ended, time seemed to just fly by for Rick, as well as Negan. From Negan's wound healing to having to spend his life in that rotten cell, time was now a forgotten memory. Before they knew it, winter had begun, with snow already beginning on the end of October, and the start of November. Rick sighed, sitting inside the cold house he called 'home' in his destroyed town. Alexandria was rebuilding, but it was agonizingly slow. To top it all off, Mischone broke things off with Rick. Why? She couldn't focus on the relationship with Carl's death. He let her go because he couldn't blame her. He couldn't either. If anything, it's the only thing on his mind. Finally, he had enough. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care if people looked for him, though he doubted anyone would, except the people that were with him since the beginning. He didn't care if he died out there, he didn't care how either. He just wanted to die. He just wanted to get lost and never be found. An idea then popped up, an idiotic, suicidal one, but it was still an idea.

Soon enough, after the plan was figured out in Rick's fucked up, grieving mind, he set it into action. He said he was going on a run, and he sneaked Judith along. Why? He didn't know. Right now it was like he was completely turned off, and autopilot turned on like Rick wasn't even there. It was as if he wasn't thinking at all. He turned on the car and just drove. He didn't know where he was going, he just drove. Any turn he saw he took it, hoping to just get lost, and he did, but not before too long, the tires slid on ice, making Rick swerve and hit a rock and crashing. Rick got out the car to check on Judith, but as he did so, he slipped and fell off a short cliff, knocking him out instantly on the freezing cold, yet soft snow. The last thing he heard was Judith. "DADDY!" She called out, not getting an answer. Carefully, she made her way down to her dad, shaking him relentlessly while beating at his chest as hard as her little fists could muster, but getting no response. "Daddy! Daddy wake up! Wake up Daddy, please!" She yelled, sobbing and crying, but unable to get a response, only Rick's slow, calm breathing and the twitching of his eyes resembling he was fighting for consciousness. She cried as she ran, yelling for someone to help her comatose dad, little did she know of the dangers in the forest such as walkers.