Hi! I'm Chips237. I'm new to writing here for the TV Show.

I make stories for the video game too, go to my profile if you wanna see them.

So, uhh.. enjoy this chapter? I'll promise to update it often.

It was there, in the middle of the forest.

A lone cabin, with smoke coming out from the chimney.

"Guys, are you really sure about this.." Rick said.

After barely escaping Terminus, the remaining group members couldn't trust safe places anymore. What would be next for them in this cabin? Something even worse than those crazy cannibals?

"We can always take our chances. These people might be friendly." Maggie tried to explain.

"Uhh, no we can't. What if.. they're just like those people at Terminus?" Michonne defended Rick, while pulling out her katana.

"Look. Let's just go in and leave if things get worse, okay?" Glenn tried to settle things.

Everyone seemed to agree with the plan.

"Alright, let's do this then.."

Rick started to walk to the cabin and the rest followed.

As always, I saw his face when I woke up.

Smiling like a complete asshole.

Matt, he was sometimes an asshole.

But if he was, then he's the asshole who saved me nine months ago.

"Rach, it's six. You getting up or what?"

"Still that nickname, Matt? So are we going hunting?"

"I'm going, but I doubt you are in those PJs." he laughed, which made me give him a big punch.

He dropped his rifle and shivered like a ball on the floor.

"Hey! I told you, not on the stomach.."

"You made fun of my PJs, Matt."

"Look, sorry. Just.. get your gun or something. We should go while there aren't many of those things around."

He left my room to change clothes, afterwards I changed to my usual "Call of Duty sucks" t-shirt and leather jacket, and changed my PJs to my messy jeans, and I opened the box inside my room. I took the M1911 out of it, took one of the clips and reloaded the gun. I took a few knives from the box as well, just in case.

I got my small backpack my Dad gave to me before this shit happened. I tucked the gun and the knives inside, and took a sandwich Matt made and stuffed it inside the backpack, and zipped it shut.

Just then, Matt went in my room. As usual, he was wearing his blue checkered polo shirt and a black jacket. He always carried the rifle whenever we went hunting, but both of us knew how to use it.

"Okay.. let's go, shall we?"

"Usual spot?"

"A few meters close. Remember to stop when you see one this time." He spat.

I felt a little guilty. Matt got a clear shot of a 10-point buck a few days ago, but I was running towards him and the buck got spooked and ran off. He didn't talk to me for the rest of that day.

We headed out of the cabin and stopped in our tracks when we saw a man and his group, pointing his shotgun at us.

Matt retaliated by pointing his rifle at this guy and ended up with the rest of his group pointing their weapons at us, even the kid who was about the same age as us.

"Who are you people?" asked the man who was pointing it at us.

"Look, we don't want any trouble.. just walk away.." I tried to calm things down.

"That ain't gonna happen. Now I'm asking you again, who are you?"

"I'm.. Rachel. This here is Matthew, you can call him Matt."

"And.. what do you have to say about yourselves?" the Asian guy asked.

"Um.. we're fourteen? We survived the shit that happened for two years?" Matt tried to reply calmly, something he wouldn't do to strangers while he lowered his rifle.

"What the hell, Matt?" I whispered, but of course he didn't listen.

Ignorant bastard..

"Look, you people can come in if you want. Just please, don't hurt us or anything."

"Well, what do you think, Rick?" a man who looked like he was beat up recently asked this Rick, or the guy who nearly shot us.

"I don't trust 'em either, but we can't pass this one up."

That Rick dude turned around to talk with his buddies, or should I say straight-down morons.

After quite a conversation, Dad turned around to face the people we met.

"Alright. If you don't mind, we're gonna stay here for a while. Don't try to do anything stupid or I'll cut your fucking throats out." my Dad threatened them.

"Woah. Now, aren't you.." the girl said furiously, but the other boy stopped him.

"Look, just go inside."

Dad and Daryl went inside first, then Michonne, Glenn and Maggie followed them.

I stayed behind, then the two passed me.

"Aren't you gonna join your buddies over there?" The girl asked me then stopped walking, but the other guy ignored me.

"Nope, I still don't trust you two."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and joined him.

I started to follow them, they noticed but they didn't care.

"You really shouldn't be with us, daddy's boy."

"What did you call me?"

"You heard me." He said sarcastically as I gave him a terrifying glare.

"Look. I don't know who or your friend is but nobody insults me and my Dad."

"Right. If you love your Dad so much you shouldn't go away from him."

"Shut up!" I spat at his face, which obviously annoyed him, but this guy's just plain stupid.

"Oh look, he's mad now." I tried to ignore him but I couldn't.

"You know what, go to hell. My Dad did everything to protect me, his best friend said he was dead but he came back, he was there when my Mom died, when I had to kill her.. he taught me how to survive. I don't care about you and your friend but you can't insult him that way.. because I love him to death!"

When I was finished giving him a piece of my mind, his face was a mix of sympathy and confusion.

"Okay.. sorry then. But your Dad didn't have to threaten to kill us."

"I'm sorry about my Dad. He just doesn't trust strangers after we got into an incident.. it's a long story."

"So. You didn't answer my question. Where were you two going?"

"Hunting. You ever went before?" The girl, Rachel, asked.

"Not really. If you count hunting walkers, then yeah."

"Walkers? Oh, those things. You sure you wanna come hunting with us? It's very dangerous.."

"I'm not a kid anymore. I can say yes."

"Okay then." Matthew, or Matt, that boy, asked.

A few ducks were sitting and basically quacking by a small lake. Matt already pointed his rifle at the slowest one while they were moving to another spot.

"Are you sure you.." Carl tried to give advice.

"Shh, I'm better than this more than you." Matt quickly puts down his opinion.

In one clear shot, Matt pulls the trigger and two ducks go down while the rest scatter.

"Damn it! I missed that last one.."

"What are you talking about? You got two in one bullet! That's amazing!" Carl said, clearly amazed.

"Thanks, but you shouldn't scream in the middle of a forest."

"I'll go get the carcasses. Don't freak this guy out." Rachel helped as she walked by the lake.

Matt was reloading his rifle as Carl patted his shoulder. Matt groaned slightly.

"Hey, not too hard."

"What, you got brittle bones or something?"

"You could say that. Someone shot me, I nearly died but Rach was a good medic, just like her parents.."

Slight silence as Rachel was waving her arms and started to walk to the two.

"How did you learn to hunt? I haven't seen a kid be that good before.." Carl asked.

"We used to live near the border before all of this happened.. my Dad was an amazing shot. He brought back a lot of thirteen-point buck heads. If he was here I would be as good as he was." Matt said with a small tear falling from his eye.

"Oh.. I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay. I didn't get your name, by the way."

"It's Carl. Carl Grimes. My Dad's Rick, as you already knew."

Rachel arrived while carrying the ducks.

"Well, you two have been busy. We should go back now, your Dad must be looking for you already."

"Yeah, he might.."

The three started to head back to the cabin. It was afternoon by the time they got there, and Rick was standing outside waiting for Carl, who threw him in a hug.

"What the hell, Carl? Why did you go with them? We checked their house, there was nothing threatening. But why?"

"Dad, they went hunting. It's not a big deal I came with them."

"But still.. nevermind."

Rick eyed the two and crouched to match their height.

"Look. Can we stay here? We don't really have any place to go. We planned on going to Washington D.C., but that plan was fucked."

"Umm.. what do you think, Matt?" Rachel asked her other companion.

"Sure."

Rachel started to wonder if Rick's group actually changed him. Nobody really fazes Matt that much.