Alright.

I'm trying my hand at another Walking Dead story. I had no clue where I was going with the last one, but I think I actually have some ideas for this one.

This is set in season four, when Michonne, Carl and Rick are together.

This is kind of a prologue but not... I don't really know how to explain it. Just go with it.

As always: I do not own anything to do with The Walking Dead.

Enjoy!

"Well, well, well." The man muttered, chuckling to himself. "Look who it is." The four stopped, pointing their weapons around at the group that had circled them. There were certainly more of them, nine on Blake's count, but only one had a gun. That one gun was pointed straight at Carl, who aimed his gun right back at the man, not flinching.

The rest of the men had arrows or blades. Compound bows, long bows, one had a crossbow, but only one bolt, machetes and hunting knives. Strange crowd.

"This the guy?" The guy with the gun tossed the question over his shoulder to the first man who had spoken.

"That's him." the ringleader said back, a smirk on his face. It was clear the men were referring to Rick.

"Leave them alone." Rick snarled, pulling back the hammer on his pistol to draw attention away from the others. "It wasn't their fault it was mine!"

"Last time I checked," the ringleader drawled, "you were all together when you were stealing from us, and all of you seemed very ready to kill two of ours."

"We didn't know anyone was in that shithole." Blake growled. "If we had we would've stayed away."

"Well that's a lovely story, but do you think I give a damn about if you knew we were there? No." ringleader kept his cool demeanor throughout his speech. "I care that you killed my brother. And now you're all gonna pay."

Blake saw the signal and dove at the gunman, tackling him to the ground just as he pulled the trigger. The tackle sent the bullet off course and it hit Carl in the leg rather than between the eyes. For a moment, everyone was stunned into silence, including Carl who was on the ground, probably momentarily blacking out from shock and pain. All of a sudden, Rick, Michonne and Blake sprang into action, gunning down the men before they even had a chance to release their arrows.

"Well that was easier than expected." Blake breathed, her eyes roaming over to Rick, who was checking how bad Carl's wound was. He was beginning to stir, which was a good sign.

"Blake!" Michonne warned. The girl's head popped up to see what Michonne was seeing, and her eyes widened slightly at the herd of walkers marching down the road.

"Oh shit." Blake sighed, standing up and beginning to gun down walkers. They should've expected as much; the herd had driven them out of the camp they had set up, it was inevitable that they would be drawn to the gunfire.

Members of the herd dropped as Blake fired into it, every bullet hitting a walker, even on rapid fire, but they kept advancing and there were too many to hold out this way for long. Suddenly, Blake realised where she was and got an idea.

"I know a place!" Blake shouted over the gunfire. She held the trigger down, sweeping her rapid fire artillery into the crowd of walkers as Michonne took out the stragglers that got too close with her katana. "Can you walk?" she peered over her shoulder at Carl, biting her lip in concern as she saw the dark blood ooze from his left thigh, staining his already grimy jeans. Rick was bent over his son, tying his belt above the wound and tearing a spare shirt into strips in an attempt to bandage to bullet hole and staunch the bleeding.

"Yeah." Carl's voice was strained and full of pain, but Blake knew he could do it. Rick knew they had to leave as fast as possible. Rick hooked his arm around Carl's waist, hauling him to his feet and helping him limp away from the herd of undead, wincing at his son's whimpers and apologizing for causing him pain.

"Blake!" Michonne called to the girl as she continued to shoot down the snarling monsters.

"Go!" she waved the woman off, replacing her empty magazine before the walkers had a chance to get to Rick and Carl. "Head South! Just give me one more minute!" Michonne knew she couldn't argue with the teen, she was as stubborn as she was brave, which was terribly irritating considering the girl seemed to be fearless. Michonne gave up, knowing full well she couldn't do anything to make the newest addition to the group leave.

Once she caught up with Rick and Carl, Michonne hooked her own arm around the teen's waist, allowing him to hop on one leg, using the adults as crutches. Rick looked down at his son's pale, sweat drenched face and was reminded for the tenth time that day how much he hated people.

Blake held off the walkers, creating a pile in the middle of the road to hopefully slow them down. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing that her companions were into the trees and emptied her magazine into the crowd of corpses before turning and sprinting towards her group, waving them forwards as she caught up to them.

Blake led the way as the others followed, Carl huffing and trying to muffle his small groans of pain as he tried his best to keep up with the jogging pace the group had settled into. His leg was still bleeding steadily, which was cause for major concern. Rick just hoped the bullet hadn't hit an artery, but with as much blood as there was, that possibility was becoming very plausible.

After ten minutes of jogging, Carl went limp between his human crutches, unconscious for a second time. Rick and Michonne continued, knowing full well there was nothing they could do for Carl until they got somewhere safe.

"Blake." Rick called, concern and fear in his voice. "How much further?"

"Not far." She called back, "But we're about to be completely exposed and there's no way around it. Get ready to sprint!" Blake threw the machine gun over her shoulder, the strap catching perfectly across her chest as she whipped out her machete. She picked up speed as she neared the edge of the tree line, the others following suit.

The group exited the trees and came out in a school yard, an empty playground with nothing to serve as protection. Blake picked up the pace even more, turning her run into a dead sprint as she crossed the playground, soccer field and street. Michonne and Rick weren't quite able to keep up with Carl dragging between them, but kept Blake in sight. Luckily, there were no walkers around, making their sprint slightly easier.

Blake ran up the middle of a residential street, thanking the trees for being overgrown and billowy as she skidded to a stop in front of a house. She caught her breath as the others caught up, pulling a keychain form her pocket as she waited for them. As they slowed, Carl groaned and opened his eyes, looking at the new surroundings. The teen stumbled to regain his footing, finding it hurt to be dragged as he was.

Michonne took Carl's weight from Rick as he pulled out his hunting knife, and walked up the driveway next to Blake. Michonne helped Carl to limp up to the porch as well, but kept a safe distance from the house.

Rick set up to bust the door down, but Blake stopped him, displaying the keychain she had previously pulled from her pocket. She tested the door, relieved to find it locked, before slipping the key into the lock and turning it. The door slowly opened on squeaky hinges, revealing a dusty but intact house.

"Welcome home." Blake sighed, a smile finding its way onto her face.

Wow that moved really fast. Next chapter will be flashback of how Blake met the group and why those people were hunting our beloved group. And if you are wondering, yes that group was a replacement for the 'Claimed' gang. I might be able to update tomorrow, but I'm not promising anything.

Please review! and check out my one-shot series for TWD and Criminal Minds! I need suggestions for those.