Many believe the Walker Plague was a natural virus, even more believe that Earth-born medicine can cure it.

The Order of the Crystal Gems know better, no virus this powerful could occur in the natural universe.

The Gems have seen this outbreak before, when they're own home world was extinguished.

The outbreak was the prelude to something far more terrible.

For the last four years the remaining members of the White Diamond Authority or WDA have been observing the progress of the Reanimation Plague on Earth that vestige of human-life in the galaxy.

Their attention are drawn to the plight of Rick Grimes and his group, especially the antics of his teenaged son, Carl.

They watched as the Grimes group defended their prison sanctuary from The Governor and his militia of civilians.

"White Diamond, that boy is quite impressive" spoke a woman dressed in a skin-tight interstellar jump suit, emblazoned with a white diamond shaped symbol on her chest.

Her oddest features were her sea-foam colored hair and oval gemstone situated on her forehead.

"Yes Aqua, I have been observing him as well" spoke a very formal looking woman.

Her hair was snow white and his cream-color eyes were alight with mirth.

"Has Blue Topaz, sent the results of his Gem Pulse Analysis."

White Diamond inquired intently of Aqua to which she shook her head in the negative.

"Not that I expected much from a peasant." Aqua added as an afterthought .

The two turn back to their holographic screen just in time to see Carl Grimes pull off a nearly impossible shot with his pistol from a nearly as astounding distance.

Just then a computer console to their right lights up and started beeping Aqua walked it a button

"Go ahead and you better have the results Blue Topaz" Aqua said with disdain.

"Of course Lady Aquamarine" Blue Topaz responded over the com-link.

"The Gem Pulse Analysis has confirmed that, the boy is indeed a dormant Crystal Gem, he hasn't attained Gem Glow yet. Furthermore my readings show him to be a gem that hasn't been seen in thousands of years...an Alexandrite!"

Aquamarine's eyes widen however White Diamond split into cynical grin

"An Alexandrite huh...Aquamarine set course for the prison.

Down on Earth, at the Prison, Hershel had informed Rick of Carl's gunning down of an innocent boy.

It was currently well pass midnight most of the population inside the prison were asleep except for Carl he was currently up trying to calm down an extremely fussy Judith.

Apparently the group's newest addition was having some digestion problems and was painfully constipated.

Poor Judith was screaming at the top her little lungs.

Carl wasn't sure how to help his sister and with his dad off in crazy town he was starting to lose it.

Luckily Carol was passing by and noticed that the boy's body was on the brink of collapse.

"Carl, let me take Judith for the night" She said entering the room.

Carl looked up and Carol could see just how exhausted the boy was, especially after today's events.

She seriously doubted weather or not Carl had gotten a solid night's sleep since Lori died.

Carl nodded and handed the screaming baby to Carol.

"Get some sleep Carl, sleep deprivation can weaken your immune system."

The boy nodded and walked over to his cot and basically face planted on his pillow and was out in moments.

To Carl it had felt like he had only just fell asleep when he was being shaken awake by his father.

"Carl...Carl we need to tend the farm, today's your day to do the weeding"

The teen mumbled something unintelligible.

Rick must have took it as an acknowledgment and left to get ready himself.

The moment his father left Carl felt something was terribly off, his head was pounding and wanted nothing more than to sink back in to the warm embrace of sleep.

The youth with great effort managed to finally stand up.

He walked a few steps before catching sight of his reflection in the mirror-like surface of the upper bunk's metal frame.

His face looked bleached of all color except is cheeks which were flushed. Carl felt awful but his father needed his help so he needed to be strong.

He steeled himself with youthful determination in his cobalt eyes. He succeeds in freshening himself and making his way down to the main area and noticed Daryl, Michonne, Carol and Beth sitting around the table.

Carl opens his mouth to greet them but his throat suddenly throbs, it twinges so violently that it sent Carl in to a coughing fit.

The coughing sounded harsh to his own ears.

The sudden rasped symptom alerted the other four, Daryl, Michonne and Beth watched carefully while Carol looked like she was expecting this.

Carl's coughing became so violent that he fell to his knees,The others were out of there seats in a flash.

The first to reach the ailing teen was Michonne since she was closest.

"Carl, take deep breaths" she instructed lightly patting his back.

After what seemed like forever Carl regained control of his breathing.

Carl was completely out of breath, panting as if he had just ran ten 100-meter dashes.

He also noticed the slight headache he had when he woke up had quadrupled in intensity.

The boy brings his hand to his temple and proceeded to massage it.

Beth walked up slowly and squatted down so she could see Carl's face and she gasped when she did.

"Carl, you look terrible; are you feeling alright."

Carl tried to respond but his sore throat wouldn't yield.

The teen looked up at Beth and Michonne with pained eyes although his face was stoically neutral.

Michonne placed a dark-skinned hand against Carl's forehead but withdrew it quickly as if it were on fire.

"You're burning up, cancel helping your father today, besides with how high your fever is I'm surprised you could get up at all."

Without waiting for acknowledgment Michonne picked Carl up with surprising strength.

She did wonder why he wasn't resisting and when she looked down at him she immediately saw why.

Carl had passed out from the combination of his fever and headache.

Michonne brought him to his room/cell and lowered him onto the soft surface.

She took his hat off and shoes off and covered him with a bed sheet.

"Rest Carl, if your father loses you; that might be too much"

As if on cue Rick came in to the cell

"Why isn't Carl up, he was moving when I was in here twenty minutes ago."

"Rick, Carl is sick...he has both a really high fever and a nasty headache and from what happened downstairs I think his throat is so sore that he can't even talk." Michonne informed him.

Rick heard this and immediately raked his eyes down his son's form, noticing Carl's pale face and flushed cheeks. He brushed the teen's brown bangs aside and instantly felt the intense heat.

Michonne was right Carl was sick, very sick.

A moment later Hershel entered the room

"Beth and Carol told me what happened, let me take a more thorough look at him"

Rick and Michonne stood aside.

Hershel sits down on a vacant spot and inspects Carl's features and noticed something the others didn't, that Carl's tongue was a rosy color.

This alarmed Hershel he had seen this before and it is that reason that caused him to pull down the collar of Carl's shirt and what he saw marking the teen's skin confirmed his suspicion.

"He has Scarlet Fever; the rash, fever, headache and above all an extremely sore throat."

All color drained from Rick and Michonne's faces

"Scarlet Fever is really dangerous to kids" Michonne stated "My boyfriend told me he had it when he was ten, it almost killed him"

Rick looked at her and than back at his son, who's eyes snapped open Carl instantly rolled onto his side retched vomiting over the side of the bed, Hershel helped him by rubbing his back soothingly.

"Easy there, easy" He helped Carl to lay back on the bed. The teen wiped his mouth with a groan, that's when he noticed Michonne and Rick.

"Sorry Dad, I wanted to help you..."Carl rasped painfully before coughing again.

"It's alright Carl, everyone gets sick from time-to-time" his father said placing a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

Carl let out a sigh of relief, his father wasn't disappointed.

"Just concentrate on getting better, that means you do what Hershel tells you to the syllable understand?"

Rick stated but he didn't get a response, Carl had already fallen asleep again.

Rick then realized just how exhausted his son must be with all he's had to do lately.

He smiled

"Sleep son I'll see you later."