I sat against the wall, my legs pulled up to my chest, my hands linked around them. I was shivering in this abandoned room, where I had been forced to stay after the city became overrun with walkers. My boyfriend had left to find more people a week ago and he still hadn't returned. I couldn't sleep without him by my side. All I could do was sit there and keep myself warm. I kept reliving the memory of me seeing him for the last time.

"I'll be back by tomorrow." He said, trying to stop me from making him not leave.

"What if you're not?" I whispered, almost crying.

"If I'm not, then you can fight on your own. You're strong. You can do it." He reassured me, stroking my cheek gently.

"Please come back safe." I leaned over and kissed him before he walked out the door. Those were the last words I said to him and the last time I saw him.

I sighed, unlinking my hands and bringing them to my head, trying to rid myself of the memory and then rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, not wanting to cry at all. I was suddenly started by a loud car alarm. I jumped up from my place on the floor and then ran to the window, trying to see clearly.

A red car was parked and I saw a man climb into it. He looked familiar but I shook away the thought. I saw a truck slowly driving backwards to the store that was just a few seconds away from me. I quickly grabbed my shotgun, strapping it over my back and grabbing my handgun too, holding it tightly in my hand. I quickly pulled up the window and climbed out, closing it as I stood on the ledge. I wasn't too high up, it wouldn't hurt too bad if I just jumped but I had to think about it.

I was able to reach lower ledges and quickly maneuvered down them, skipping the last two ledges and landing safely on the ground. I saw that the truck was just about to drive off so I ran as fast as I could to the truck, my only way out of this trap.

I almost fell as I slid across the ground towards the truck that was slowly moving. The red car had gone speeding out of there, the alarm blasting as it disappeared from my sight. As I neared the truck, I couldn't stop before I tripped and slammed against the side of the door, falling to the concrete, a sharp, throbbing pain spreading up my back. I looked down at my bare arm, seeing no cuts or bruises forming. I lifted my eyes back up to the truck and was met with the barrel of a gun, pointing directly at my forehead.

"Are you one of them?" The man said calmly as his hand gripped the gun. I was speechless, just staring at him, not wanting to make any sudden movements. "Are you?!" His calm demeanor was gone and was replaced with a mix of fear and anger, his voice rising.

"No! I just saw your truck and I've been trapped here a week after my boyfriend disappeared on me, and I just needed to get out of here! The truck was the only chance for me to get out. Please take me with you!" I pleaded with him, watching him pull the gun away from my head and slide it into his pants. He held out a hand to me and I gratefully took it.

"Name's Morales. The others are in the truck. Climb in quickly or we got the herd to deal with." He ordered, helping me up into the cab. The only available seat was on the lap of the man sat on the passenger side and that's where I was forced to sit. I apologized about this predicament, but he smiled and told me that it was fine. I holstered my handgun and shifted the shotgun so it wouldn't press into my back.

"My name's Kaitlyn Evans." I said to Morales and the man I was sat on.

"Rick Grimes." He said from underneath me.

"Nice to meet you both. Where am I being taken?" I questioned Morales, who was focused on driving.

"To my group up on the mountains. It's safe." He replied, not looking away from the road.

"That sounds good. Why are we in a truck?" I was curious as to who this guy was and how he had survived so long.

"Some of the others are in the back. We were getting some supplies before Officer Friendly turned up and we got trapped. Luckily, he helped us out. And then you turned up and we couldn't turn one down if we picked this guy up." He pointed to Rick after he had finished and then placed his hand back on the wheel.

For the rest of the journey, it was silent.

As we came upon the camp, I saw the red car already parked. Morales climbed out of the truck and I watched as he hugged his family. More people stepped out and they all embraced with others. I looked at Rick and he was just staring out of the window. I nudged him, nodding towards the group. He smiled at me and I returned it.

I shifted off Rick's lap as he exited the truck. I was nervous, just sitting there. I watched as Rick hugged a young boy and a woman. I assumed they were his family. I stared down at my lap until I was brought back to reality by Morales.

"Hey Blondie, come meet the rest of us." He shouted to me and I playfully rolled my eyes before stepping out of the vehicle and surveying the people stood around. "Picked her up just before we left. She slammed right into the door before I was about to leave."

My eyes flickered towards the boy leaning on the red car, his face hidden. He looked young. He stood up straight and looked towards me. I got a good look at his face, my eyes widening and my heart racing in realization. It was him. He seemed to notice too since he stiffened before slightly smiling.

It only took me a few seconds to run into his arms, almost knocking him over. I clutched at him, afraid he was going to leave again. I cried tears of joy into his shoulder as he gripped onto me tightly. I knew everyone was watching, I could feel their eyes on us, but I didn't care. I had him back and I wasn't letting him go.