DISCLAIMER: I do not own AMC's and Robert Kirkman's "The Walking Dead" or any of its characters/places. There may be a few OCs at a later time and those will be mine. (NO MARY SUES).

WARNINGS: Rated T for language, violence, gore, and sexual situations. Yes, I will be going there this time.

A/N: So I decided to try a little something new…let me know what you guys think.

"NO!"

"Stop her!"

"Tyreese, grab Carol!"

Tyreese saw the woman run by as the command to grab her was shouted. Carol rushed into the dark raging water and was nearly pulled off her feet. Tyreese threw himself in after her and grabbed her securely around her waist. The power of the current tugged at both of them and he had to fight to bring them back to the shore. His feet finally found the riverbank and he fell backwards bringing the sobbing Carol down on top of him. She struggled to free herself but Tyreese refused to relinquish his hold.

"We have to do something!" she cried wildly, seeking help from the remaining faces of her friends. "We can't—"

"They're gone Carol," said Michonne.

"No," growled Glenn, advancing on the woman. "I'm not going to believe that. They could have gotten out and we're going to look for them. They're still alive, I know it," he finished in a whisper.

"How? It's almost dark," sobbed Beth.

"They won't make it," added Sasha.

"We have to try," said Tyreese, reaffirming his hold on Carol who was no more than a moaning mess in his arms. "If anyone can make it, it's them."

Glenn and Tyreese exchanged an understanding nod before Glenn went to help stand Carol up. Both she and Tyreese were covered in mud and waterlogged like everyone except for Beth and Judith who had been brought across the swollen river first.

"Ok, let's regroup," said Glenn with authority in his voice. "There's not much we can do once the sun goes down. If we can't find immediate shelter we'll make camp up on that hill and start searching in the morning."

The survivors of the flood looked glumly but each acknowledged Glenn's orders in their own way. Tyreese and Michonne shouldered most of their remaining supplies leaving Glenn to comfort Beth though he himself needed consoling. Sasha held back to help Carol and make sure she was not going to throw herself back into the dangerous waters.

Glenn trudged wearily towards the hill they had been working towards right before their world fell apart. He quickly decided to abandon his idea to find another source of shelter and that the higher elevation would do fine for one night. Walkers didn't have much skill climbing and even so, they'd left that damn herd on the other side of the ill fated river. Besides, if any of them had managed to get out of the river, they'd try to come back to where they'd been separated and head for higher ground.

"Beth, let me see your backpack," said Glenn. Beth passed her bag over to her well, what was Glenn now that Maggie was gone? Tears welled up in Beth's eyes as she thought of her lost sister. She tried to remind herself that Maggie was only lost. She wasn't gone. She was still going to be out there somewhere and they were going to find her.

Glenn took the backpack and opened it. He clenched his jaw at its contents. Before their outing, Daryl had been the one to say they needed to put some matches and kindling away in a waterproof container so they could light a fire. He was always saving their asses.

The fire wasn't much but somehow, Tyreese managed to scrounge up enough dry wood to keep the flames stoked all night. Some of their final ratios of food were taken from Sasha's bag and they ate in a harsh silence.

"I'll take first watch," said Glenn as he finished. No one looked up to question him and he walked just beyond the reach of the firelight. He checked behind him once more and then pulled a hidden gun out from the waistband of his pants.

"Stay safe guys…we'll find you in the morning," whispered Glenn as he looked down on Rick's python.

The sinking sun cast just enough light over river to make out a few of its features. It had swelled beyond its banks hours before and consumed everything around it. The waters carried away logs, long abandoned cars, bodies of walkers, and some of the living.

Just above the swirling and churning waters, a pale arm was draped over a rock; life drained from it. The body it was attached to had lost its fight with the river and had been trapped in the rock outcropping.

Farther down river was a short clump of brown hair caught in the splintering hold of a tree branch and beyond that, the body of a young boy had washed up on the bank. Walkers were moving in on the poor soul and would devour it before midnight.

Following the flood even farther, a set of muddy tracks miraculously emerged from the river. They clawed at the bank where the person had struggled to pull themselves to safety. They tore up the underbrush but then stopped as the person gave in to temporary exhaustion and collapsed in a coughing fit on the ground.

A group of at least two hundred walkers were between that person and then the next area where it looked like someone else had climbed from the river. The place was torn up in the same manner but there was a definite difference. The second spot had footprints leading away from the water but also appeared to have drag marks.

Farther down the river still, three men approached it having spotted something washed upon the shore. They moved nearer using caution and one reached out with a long stick and prodded the unconscious man in his stomach. The man groaned but didn't growl. They had guessed it wasn't a walker: too fresh looking. The man suddenly hissed in pain and his hand curled around a leather vest with angel wings sewn onto the back.

Two of the three maneuvered the man farther out of the water and raised him to his feet. Each put one of his arms over their shoulders while the third searched the immediate area for any of his belongings.

"He's pretty bad off," said one of the men. "We better get him back to camp."

"Got some weight on him…probably was in a decent group. Think we should try to find them?" asked the second.

"No, we'll take him back to camp," said the third. "We'll see what he wants to do with him."

A/N: So who is missing and who is dead? Those unaccounted for are Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Carl, Hershel, Karen and her son Noah just in case you were keeping track.