Author's note: I'm still debating about whether to continue this and make it into a longer fanfic or not, I might though, considering I have a couple of ideas of what could happen. Please, let me know your opinion and if I should post more chapters. Hope you enjoy :)

Rick looked around the corner, completely unsure about what was going on. He woke up and no one was there, the flowers next to his bed dead and wilted. He stumbled through the hospital, clutching his side. What was going on? Where was everyone? He looked down the hall, mess and blood everywhere, bodies scattered on the ground. There were signs written in blood about not opening doors, there were dead people inside. On the other side of those doors, groans were coming. Rick stumbled backwards. He wasn't sure about how to react. He couldn't think. There was a noise behind him and he turned around, terrified.

"Are you alright?" A freakishly pale girl with short, pretty much bleached white looking hair asked. She spoke as though she was trying to calm a panicked horse. Rick looked at her, then pointed back at the doors.

"What is in there?"

"It's hard to explain, but there are some things you need to know." She said, calmly taking a step forward. Rick stumbled back, glancing nervously at the door which was shaking on its hinges. He never thought that he'd be so relieved that a door was locked shut with a chain.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"My name is Olivia Moore. I want to help you," She said, "What's you're name?"

"Rick. Rick Grimes. Miss Moore, what's going on?"

"Well... the zombie apocalypse started." Liv said, rather hesitantly. Rick frowned, then laughed slightly nervously.

"Zombie apocalypse? You must be insane. Zombies don't exist."

"They do. Those things in there... They're zombies who didn't get brains fast enough. We need brains to eat so we can avoid turning into one of them."

"We?"

"Yes. I'm a zombie." Liv looked slightly worried about saying this and Rick stumbled back further, clutching at his side. The expression in Liv's eyes was sad, and worried.

"Are you on something?" Rick asked, wanting this to be one big joke. Liv shook her head.

"No. I am one hundred percent telling the truth. I eat brains to avoid turning into one of those things. I used to work in a morgue, in Seattle, so I had a supply of brains."

"And those things... They're like you?" Rick asked, still not wanting to believe it, "Are you insane or something?" Liv shook her head, then crossed over to a piece of broken metal from a bed or something and looked at its sharpened end. She then proceeded to shove it through herself, her eyes turning a blood thirsty red and the veins on her forehead bulging slightly. She slowly withdrew it and looked at Rick, who looked as though he was going to be sick. He collapsed to the ground and Liv looked at him, not sure how she could react. It was obvious he was unconscious.

"Babineaux reacted better." She said, heading over and picking Rick up. He was obviously a patient here before the revolution took a bad turn, before the zombies ran out of a supply of brains and started going nutty, needing their food. Stupid utopium, stupid boat party. On the plus side, at least no zombie was going to eat her brains or want to kill her. On the down side, she was starting to get a little peckish. But she would hold off as long as she could. Hopefully Ravi would come back with some brains for her soon, she didn't want to eat Rick's brains. Who knew what family he had? Perhaps she should just leave Rick here, make it seem like he had hallucinated the whole thing, it would avoid some complications, and it would mean that temptation was out of reach. Perhaps some day they would meet again. It was a shame she couldn't save Babineaux, but she could still save Rick. It was the least she could do.