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The sun was high in the sky, making the already hot weather of Atlanta unbearable, but there they were, Rick Grimes and Sue Collins, both of them stomping in the heat like two walkers, trying to get to the big city ahead.

Rick, Sue and Shane Walsh were the three best cops in King County, known to be serious and skilled during work, but also the closest friends, always together, sharing coffee and donuts on their break times. But since Rick's accident, after he fell into a coma, the other two were devastated, paying him a visit every day, a guilty look never leaving their faces.

When the apocalypse happened, Shane was getting Rick while Sue was on watch, making sure the heavily armored soldiers wouldn't stumble in on them and shoot them dead, like most of the people here, patients and doctors indiscriminately.

Blood on the walls, screams in the halls and this terrible stench of death everywhere, but what really made Sue lose it was Shane leaving Rick's room, a somber look on his face, tears prickling his eyes while he shook his head. They hastily left the hospital after that, getting to their deceased friend's home to get his wife and son, Lori ans Carl Grimes.

When they entered, Shane told Lori the fate her husband had encountered and Sue took her comfortingly in her arms, rubbing soothing circles in her back while the other woman was crying her heart out. Carl and his mother took a few things, Sue sneaking a toy car that Shane forbid him to take while the man was yelling at Lori, who was taking her family albums and framed pictures from the living room.

When they finished packing, they went to the Police office to get guns and ammo, but on the way out, they were attacked by a herd of walkers. Sue shot her gun at them, getting all the attention to help the others escape, they must of think she was dead by now, and they were nearly right, she survived by locking the office from the inside after entering by her office's window.

A week later, the door unlocked, revealing Rick and two people, a man and a boy who seemed related. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes, she ran up to him and hugged him with everything she had, crying on his shoulder, she told him what happened, confirming his hypothesis of his family being alive, at least since a week, and with one of his trusted best friends.

After leaving Morgan and Duane behind, they took their unit car to Atlanta, where Shane planed on going but the fuel ran out, so here they are, pacing on the empty, dusty road leading to the big city, announced to be a refugee camp before the radio station was shut down.

"Ugh... I can't feel my feet anymore, I don't know if it's better than the hurting..." Sue complained.

"Yeah, I feel the same, and my stitches are a bit sore too... Isn't that a farm? Hey, maybe we can find a truck there."

They walked up to the house, Rick bushed the dust away from the window's glass with the back of his hand when he saw what was inside, he took a couple steps back, gagging. Sue gave a peek and was horrified to see a whole family of dead people, 'God forgive us' written in blood on the wall behind a man, sitting in an armchair, a riffle in his hand and in front of him, the corpses of who she supposed were his wife holding a Bible for her dear and now gone life, their son and daughter, all showing a hole in their skull, an easy and comforting way out, with their family.

Rick fake-coughed indicating a nearby barn, they both were surprised to see the beautiful horse, simply eating the meadow's grass and raising it's head, noticing the strangers. Handing Rick the saddle, Sue gently petted the horse, putting the halter on the horse, which seemed almost happy to go on a walk. They both mounted it, and once Rick gave a gentle nudge, it sped up to the road, the two friends laughing at the animal's urge to run but gently refraining it from tiring out or hurting itself. When Rick made it rear up, Sue held on Rick's waist, laughing again when he cried out.

"To Atlanta!"